|Price tag isn't what determines value of gift|
I am not sure just how reliable statistics are, but politicians and pollsters seem to take stats seriously. A recent statistic about Father’s Day got national attention a week ago and, quite frankly, I would hope most fathers could have cared less.
National news media reported more money is spent on Mother’s Day than Father’s Day. My memory may be a little rusty on those recently published figures, but the “attention-getting” stats revealed Mother’s Day gifting averaged about $160-plus for mom while a gift for poor ol’ dad totaled “just” $140-plus.
I must be part of the old world because I never gave much thought if more money was spent on a mom’s gift over a gift for dad. In fact, since when did a price of a gift become a factor... unless it caused an overdraft of the bank account? It has become pretty “cheap” thinking when people are sizing up gifting by the dollar signs instead of the personal thoughts behind a gift.
As I look back over the years at my string of much appreciated Father’s Day gifts, many of those gifts are invaluable and I wouldn’t part with them for any amount of cash.
In my desk drawer are some tucked away cards, drawings and messages from when the boys were just learning how to print their names. We can even take a scan across our polished wood desktop and find a couple of highly valued gifts from Father’s Day past.
There’s a small, bright yellow, painted rock with the word “PaPERWaitE” etched across it in blue. On the right hand corner of the desk is a one pound Folgers coffee can wrapped in brown and gold string yarn. I must admit the yarn has become unraveled and now reveals a part of the Folgers brand name, but who cares. That Father’s Day gift will always grace that spot.
I would hope most fathers have cherished gifts such as those in their households or offices. I would also hope many mothers, too, have precious gifts given to them over the years by their offspring. Few, if any, of those moms and dads will ever part with those treasures. And I would also be willing to bet those same moms and dads are not going to consider whose gift cost more.
I made a comment recently to one of the sons that, at one time, I thought it might be nice to retire in Florida. He smiled and then said, “Oh, you want to be one of the many ‘Q-tips’ who live in Florida?”
I asked what he meant by a “Florida Q-tip.”
He then explained, “Old guys with white hair and wearing white shoes are referred to as ‘Q-tips.’”
I guess I made the right decision and can handle being ribbed as a “Cornhusker” instead of a “Q-tip.”