Today I will get really close to finishing a shawl I’m making for a friend, and I’m pretty happy with how it’s coming along. But… I feel more than a little trepidation at giving this shawl to the person it’s supposed to go to.
To be honest, I feel a little of this fear every time I make a gift for someone. Mostly the people receiving these handmade gifts seem to really appreciate them. I generally never get to see them in use, so I take it in faith that they really did appreciate the gifts and use them. Once given, the fear dissipates, and I feel better.
This one, though… the last gift I gave this person she immediately picked apart. It was quite absent minded, as though the filter that normally keeps your inside thoughts from leaking out just failed. Even though it was store bought, not hand made, it was still super hurtful even though I know she didn’t mean to be hurtful on purpose. I’d forgotten that part of her nature is to be critical of every single thing, and she really doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.
Don’t get me wrong, this is a person I love dearly. I don’t get to see her often, and I wish I got to see her more. Next time I see her though, pushing back on the constant criticism will be something I don’t feel so shy about. We will see how this gift is received. She may not receive another.
My take away from this is that when you make a gift for someone, you are creating a blessing with your own two hands. What the receivers of those gifts do with those gifts doesn’t matter. If they can’t appreciate it, or at least pretend to, that is on them.
So, Faithful Readers, create away. Give those handmade blessings with wild, carefree, abandon and pay no attention to those who can’t be bothered to appreciate the work that goes into it. Those few will be the ones who don’t receive those very special gifts going forward.