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  • Life thought me a lesson today. That a well meaning thought, one which you thought is well meaning, can turn out to be quite the opposite. Today the children's school is celebrating Teacher's Day. And to celebrate this day, Armin has earlier ordered decorative wooden clips for his teachers. Armin, not Wawah; though both attend the same preschool.

    So what does a mother, who thought she knows better, do when she saw the cheap wooden clips? She thought to herself. What? These cheap clips? And to the little daughter who decides not to give? Well she thought, this cannot be, Armin cannot be the one giving and not Wawah. What would Wawah teacher thinks of her when they see Armin giving and not Wawah? So what does a well meaning mother do? Take charge of the whole gift giving ideas.

    So, she went and bought these big boxes of chocolates for the teachers that Armin and Wawah should give. And since, for Armin, there is both the pin and chocolates to give, the mother decided that they must be impossible for his small hands to juggle and decided that they should come in fancy paper bags. The packages seemed perfect then.

    But not this morning. The whole thing seems superficial. Armin looks awkward. Probably overwhelmed by the whole thing. I am ashamed of myself. I have taken the moment away from Armin. It could have been a very personal moment for him, just him and his teachers. It could have been, Armin, being the shy boy that he is, quietly approaching his teachers and placing the clips -- his personal choice for his teachers -- on their table. It could have been his moment. But it's not. Instead the giving became meaningless. And though Wawah seemed excited about having these gifts for her teachers, I don't think she has any personal thought in it. They are meaningless.

    I will remember today. A gift is a personal thing.
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