{"id":1465,"date":"2005-12-28T19:59:00","date_gmt":"2005-12-28T19:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2005\/12\/unexpected-gifts\/"},"modified":"2005-12-28T19:59:00","modified_gmt":"2005-12-28T19:59:00","slug":"unexpected-gifts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2005\/12\/unexpected-gifts\/","title":{"rendered":"Unexpected Gifts"},"content":{"rendered":"

This Chanukah brought new meaning to my phrase, “unexpected gifts:” pillows. Tonight, Ned surprised me with the gift of a fantastic new pillow<\/a>. This is not as shallow or stupid as you are beginning to think. At my age, you cannot take a good night’s sleep for granted, and lately, sleep has been eluding me. But last time I went to my parents’ house, I slept on the most marvelous pillow (the same brand that Ned just bought me) and I had no aches, no stuffy nose, and possibly fewer face wrinkles when I woke up.<\/p>\n

It is very easy to buy me gifts, consumer that I am. It is very difficult to buy Nat gifts, however, because we don’t really know what he likes, other than candy and Disney videos, and he has all of them. To be more accurate, we do<\/span> know what he likes (pacing, talking to himself, a lot of spices on his food) but these things are difficult to put into a box.<\/p>\n

Nat likes pillows; likes pillows as only a sixteen-year-old hormonally charged boy can like something. Recently Ned took Nat on a little jaunt to Walgreen’s for a few things, like wrapping paper and candles for the menorah. While in Walgreen’s, Ned noticed Nat fingering the small square pillows that lay piled in a bin near the cash registers. These pillows were neon bright and very squooshy and smooth. Nat caressed the pillows, smiling. Ned asked him, “Do you like the pillow?” And Nat answered immediately, “No like the pillow!” As if he had been caught with a Playboy<\/span> magazine.<\/p>\n

A few days later, as we looked at the tiny pile of presents for Nat, compared to the mountainous ones of his brothers, Ned and I had a desperate and bizarre conversation (“Should we get him a pillow?”) It seemed a little unsavory, somehow, almost like getting your kid an inflatable doll. But maybe it is easier to understand our feelings if you think about our autistic teenage son who has almost no friends, and certainly has never had a girlfriend. Nat, God bless him, has not yet put it all together, the feelings in his body and how they could possibly relate to other people. I guess I have to hope he never does, although that is sad, too. <\/p>\n

But to be honest, we did not feel sad when we hit upon this pillow gift idea. We felt like geniuses. <\/p>\n

At Ned’s suggestion, I bought Nat the green pillow and wrapped it up.<\/p>\n

That night, Nat saw the big package and zeroed in on it immediately. He touched it, and his fingers guessed at its contents. He tore the wrapping paper off with a gusto I had never seen in him. His eyes lit up at the sight of the bright green, soft square. He grabbed it and ran upstairs to his bedroom. <\/p>\n

I think if he could have, he would have said something like, “Don’t wait up for us, Mom and Dad!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This Chanukah brought new meaning to my phrase, “unexpected gifts:” pillows. Tonight, Ned surprised me with the gift of a fantastic new pillow. This is not as shallow or stupid as you are beginning to think. At my age, you cannot take a good night’s sleep for granted, and lately, sleep has been eluding me. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1465","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pSTth-nD","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1465","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1465"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1465\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1465"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1465"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1465"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}