When the kids are little, we know them. We wipe them, top and bottom, and hold them when they hurt. But they grow up and grow away. We know it. We try to know them as they know themselves, but it’s not really possible to stop seeing them through our parent eyes, hard as we try. Still we try, and too often, fall short. Perhaps the most concrete measure of our inability to see them as they see themselves are the gifts we get them.
These gifts lay embarrassingly bare the dissonance between the giver’s outdated or delusional perception of you and the regrettable reality of you. They make you feel resentful, and ashamed of feeling resentful. You’re afflicted with a terrible pity for these unwanted objects and end up either keeping them in a closet or drawer for decades, or else guiltily returning or regifting them, like leaving a newborn on a doorstep. Continue reading
