Gifts of memories

I read recently that the most enduring present a present can receive is the gift of an experience. I see bumperstickers that say "he who dies with the most toys wins." While I would probably replace toys with shoes or books, I can't help but disagree. I can't remember what my kids gave me last year for my birthday, but I can remember going to dinner at Outback and the panicked look on Mark's face when I asked him if he brought enough money to cover the bill. This year I will remember the breakfast in bed that Claire brought longer than the book they gave me.

I remember the day we spent in Virginia City, Nevada on my 40th birthday longer than any tchotchke I received that day. My kids make movies for special occasions. I treasure those films far more than jewelry or perfume. I remember our dinners out and the funny things we talk about. I remember going to movies with Ken and holding hands.

He or she who dies with the most memories wins.

Safe at home

I ran into a friend I hadn't seen in several months. While catching up with each other, I told her about how our house had been broken into in November. She asked how the kids reacted. I told her about how they thought I was going overboard when I stuck the security alarm company's stickers on every window and door. "Mom, aren't you a little paranoid?" they asked. My friend said, "So even when your house is violated and your belongs taken, your children still feel safe."

I never thought about it like that. If that is the case, that they feel safe, I am so grateful.