Thank you, Liz

“I’d rather you give me memories than gifts,” I told my sister Liz.  I explained that experiences meant more to me than “stuff” – unless the “stuff” was homemade, of course.  Liz had taken a few pottery classes in high school and made some beautiful pieces.  I envisioned owning a whole set of plates, bowls, and mugs made by her.

One Christmas after this conversation, I opened a gift from Liz.  It was a tiny blue box.  Inside I found a dozen little white pieces of paper with the word “memories” printed on them.  She thought it funny.  But I was a little heartbroken that she’d totally missed the point. Or so I thought.

I don’t recall whether it was that same Christmas or a subsequent one that I opened another gift from Liz: handmade pottery mugs and bowls.  I was overjoyed.  But a week later, putting them into my kitchen cabinet in my Boston apartment, I dropped not one but a couple and they shattered.  I was devastated.  The next time I moved, I packed the precious gifts away carefully and never unpacked them, fearing the same thing would happen.

Years later, I finally trusted myself to not only have Liz’s pottery in my kitchen, but to actually use it.  In July, when I packed my car for my six months in North Carolina, one of Liz’s mugs was with me.

Now, I’m at a place where everyone appreciates handmade things.  I drink my morning tea out of Liz’s mug and numerous times people have asked if I made it.

“No, my sister did,” I say.  The other day I added, “And it’s the sister I never got along with – so it’s even more special!”  That morning I took this picture of Liz’s mug with my teabag in it, for all of you to admire:)

 

Today I’m thankful for all the gifts I’ve been given – and happy that both Liz and I have grown up and no longer make our gifts with popsicle sticks:)

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One thought on “Thank you, Liz

  1. beautiful blog entry today, visually and emotionally. isn’t wonderful that sisters can grow up and grow together in the most unexpected ways?

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