Remember when you were a kid and it was your birthday?
Did you wake up early to find a heaping pile of presents waiting for you next to your spot at the table?
Did it seem like an eternity before your parents woke up, cooked breakfast, got ready, and finally declared that it was time to open presents?
Do you remember each and every gift you ever got?
Did you always get what you wanted?
Did you cherish each item?
Did you play with them all year?
For a few days?
A few hours?
Not at all?
Are your memories more about the anticipation, the excitement, and the fun of having and opening presents?
Do you remember the event more than what you got?
I do. There are very few presents that I actually remember receiving for my birthday. I remember the tricycle I got when I was three. I came around the corner to the kitchen and there it was.
I also remember the birthday before I moved to Rochester, MN for my first internship when I got a bunch of pots and pans, a strainer, and toilet paper (yes, toilet paper). I was thrilled!
But mostly I just remember getting presents, not having them. I remember the fun event; the experience.
My oldest daughter turns 6 years old today and she’s also got a pile of presents. She’ll be getting three sets of legos, a scooter, some clothes, and a few other random items from her loving extended family. Then she’ll have a party tomorrow and she’ll get more things. In five years, she probably won’t remember any of them.
What if next year I asked everyone to get her an experience gift? A ticket or photo or teaser of the experience could still be wrapped up, but instead of clogging our closets, the presents would clog her memory bank and photo albums.
Would she then remember our presents and not just the event?