Sad but true
The thing is, we’re spending time with family and very old friends
They know the person we were, not the person we’ve become
They’d like to keep who we were in a box
Preserved for posterity
No wonder that we often feel like those celebrities who stand outside a nightclub saying “Don’t you know who I am?”
Can’t Dad see that I own my own house, that I’m pretty successful?
Can’t Mum see that I’m raising my own kids, that I can cook?
Of course they can
This is not about you, it’s about them
They want to slip into the old familiar, comfortable ways
To remember how it felt to be needed
So go on...
Give them that gift for Christmas