Last night I was working on some graduation gifts for some of my very favorite girls and I decided to curl some ribbon to make them look extra-special fancy.
My mom is the best ribbon curler in the world. No exceptions, if there was a ribbon curling championship she would win it. I used to run back to her bedroom whenever I heard the familiar “zzzzzz-zip!” of the scissors spanning the length of ribbon. I found her sitting cross-legged on the bedroom floor, a human island surrounded by wrapping paper, ribbons, boxes, and bows. It was fascinating enough for my childhood eyes to watch her wrap presents, how she always knew exactly how much paper to cut and how the tape never showed, but the ribbon curling was my favorite event. I watched in awe as she held her finger against the dangerous blade of the scissors with only a thin strip of ribbon separating the two. She pulled the strand straight up in the air, quick as lightning, and released it back down in tight perfect curly-q’s. She mussed the curls lightly with her fingers and handed the finished present to me.
“Here, you can go put this one under the tree.”
My mom is probably such a good ribbon curler because she is an expert celebrator who bestows pink birthday crowns and once collected beach sand to send to my cousins in “deepest darkest January.” She sends me flower cookies and mason jars of chicken noodle soup in the mail and we trade emails about beautiful things all day long. I hope some of her knack for giving good gifts has rubbed off on me and that when these wonderful girls open up their graduation present complete with extra-special fancy curled ribbon they feel the same way I do when I get a gift from my mom.