So today is my mom’s birthday. She’s super brilliant and has been making me laugh a lot lately, which is awesome. I happened to call her last week after she had just come home from a massage, and she was sounding especially upbeat as she described her experience.
“The massage therapist laid out all of these cards with words on them and let me pick three that I could focus on during my massage.” She said. “I wanted all of them… but I went with ‘wisdom,’ ‘knowledge,’ and ‘kindness,’ because ‘greedy’ wasn’t one of the options.”
Funny, right? (OK, well I think so….)
She went on to tell me that she was also given the opportunity to pick a scented oil purely based on its smell, and the oil she picked happened to be called, “wisdom,” as well.
“Apparently, I really want to be wise.”
“You are,” I told her. I meant it.
(She really is wise, and she’s very good at getting on my case when I’m NOT.)
Given that I presently have no income while I’m devoting my life to writing (unwise), I didn’t think it would be a very good idea to buy her a birthday present. (Some might call this “stingy.” I call it not being “stupid.”)
We’re a gift family, so I wanted to send something to show her I love her and I’m glad she was born. Plus I would feel like an ungrateful asshat if I didn’t do anything to acknowledge the woman who brought me into this world without an epidural.
Since macaroni necklaces are no longer an acceptable way to say, “I love you” when you’re in your 30’s I had to get creative.
It just so happens that one of my favorite quotes from Socrates involves the word, “wisdom,” so I put it on a bookmark.
OK, I’m off to make dinner to break my three day fast!
Somebody cue the Hallelujah Chorus, ‘cuz I’m hungry!!!