The husband and I were watching Seinfeld one night. In that particular episode, Elaine celebrates her birthday. Seinfeld gives her $200 in cash (do men do that?). While she tries to impress upon him the beauty of the thought behind the gift, Kramer walks in and gifts her a table (worth $10). Needless to say she is impressed, with Kramer, the gift and his thought behind the gift. Set the scene for a much needed argument on the topic for the husband and me.
After noticing much rolling of eyes that I am wont to do in situations like these (’cause I so, so got the it’s-what-you-give-that-matters-not-its-price tag thing) the husband warily remarked that it was sensible to give her cash so (believe it or not) she could buy whatever she fancied. Was I going to explain to him why I disagreed with his interpretation of the basic tenet of gifting, and ruin the rest of the evening (for me). Of course I had to, ruined evening or not. So I did. At the end of a much heated argument (which might have involved a few gentle blows to the hands, legs and everything else that was in the line of vision) one had to mutely resign oneself to the fact that one was never going to get a bunch of fresh flowers and breakfast in bed for one’s birthday. Maybe an expensive necklace with a cheesy heart-shaped pendant (how I hate those!) twice in a row. But never the small things.
I must have done something right with my constant nagging ’cause this year the husband made up for all the lost years. Moral of the story- you can feel guilty all you want of the hen-pecking, but the moment you know that it yields results ah, lovely results, you know it’s the perfectly right thing to do. Only don’t make me write a book on it. ’cause once it’s out in the open like that, it’s irreversible. They will never read our minds the way we want them to.
Oh and you might also want to mention in passing, like I did, that this raises the bar for all the years and all the occasions to follow. I did add that I still had 1,843 things to cross off my list of small things (that can please me).
I am so easy to please.