When I was 5, my dad had got me a kitchen set. From Poha to samosas, I cooked them all. That’s when I learned that hands can create magic. On my 10th birthday, he got me a big, colorful book which had facts of all kinds. I learned about dinosaurs, about the DNA, about Mount Everest, all from that book.
In the summer of 2012, my parents noticed my inclination towards painting and gifted me a painting kit along with an enrollment in a painting class. I learned that this wooden object with bristles at one end can crave emotions out of nothing. When my mom noticed my knack for crafting a couple of years ago, she asked me to order all the materials which I wanted for it. When my friends talked about their Barbies, I talked about my sets of thermocols and all the models I created with them.
When I look back at all these gifts, I notice a pattern.
They all are resources.
They all taught me how to do something. How to develop as a person.
Honestly, I don’t remember the best dress I ever owned or the fanciest restaurant I dined at.
But I do remember these little gifts because they taught me that it’s possible to create magic out of scratch.
I don’t think there’s a better gift than giving a child a resource and telling them, “You have no confinements. Go ahead. Create.”
I can’t thank them enough for what they have done (or doing!) for me but I can express it to them in my own way, as taught by them. You ask how?