Rare Gift

Among my possessions, I number one precious gift from my father.  He had a bowl and pitcher set made for me and each of my three sisters.  I have mine in my writing room, where I see it every time I enter and leave.  I only remember him buying me two gifts.  The other was a keychain he bought in Mexico, which fell apart long, long ago.  Gift giving fell in Mother’s bailiwick.   She did all the shopping,  I never even knew of Daddy going into a store but once or twice, other than a country store if we stopped for gasoline and a soda.

The gifts I got from Daddy, were genetic gifts, natural confidence, often unwarranted, a sense of adventure, a sense of fun, as well as so many others.  I am very grateful for these, and leaving it for others to tell about the ones I needn’t be so grateful for.