Arrogance, I don’t know what else to call it. Well yes I do, I could call it, ignore other people’s tastes in books. Kind of ends up on the same page.
All the while growing up, I asked for books and my mother bought me clothes. I found it so frustrating I wanted to take her to the doctor’s to have her hearing checked.
As an adult, I received many “dumb” books as gifts, many going unread. I began asking for something else as a present. Something I never though I would say. I said, “Buy me clothes and offered my sizes.”
I thought I had trained everyone to clothes, but this Christmas I unwrapped one of many presents from my wife and low and behold it was a book. I was ready to look up the same hearing aid doctor I had found for my mother.
At a luncheon this week, several people honored me for having graduated after ten years of graduate school. They gave me books. At least on the cover, each one looks great. As with my wife’s purchase, there was only one had I ever heard of, but all on subjects that sound fascinating.
I think I must have shared more of myself with these friends than I ever did with mom. Now I realize I might have handicapped her.
Looking at my new book pile, I thought I better read the one from my wife first. I started it yesterday. I am loving it.
“How did you decide on this book?” I asked her.
“I liked the writing and he was funny like you. ” she said.
She has definitely been to advanced marriage counseling. It isn’t so much she really loves me. It is more she knows me, she really knows me. A compliment didn’t hurt either.
I didn’t buy her a book for Christmas. I bought her perfume, earrings, and a bracelet. I know her. I really know her. She is smart, loving, kind and beautiful.
And next up, when the moment presents, I have friends to give back to too. Not a bad situation.