Know Me?

Mother's Day has come and gone for another year.  My gifts are scattered on my writing desk.  How well my family knows me.  My husband bought me flowers and a gift card to Borders.  Lovely.

My oldest son bought me a gift card to Barnes and Noble.  Oh yes, got both big stores covered.  My second son bought me a gift card to the local convenience store so I can buy my ice coffee there.  Heavenly.  My third son bought me a lottery ticket, $5 winner, and a small, beautiful leather portfolio.  He received it free at the golf tournament he was in but he is a poor college student.  And even if it says Penn State PGA program, it is perfectly suited to me.  My daughter bought me an iced tea at Border's and then gifted me with a feather quill pen and ink as well as a genuine Moleskin notebook.  Do they know me or what?

Of course they know me and love me as their mother but their gifts demonstrate the way their perceive my needs and desires as well as what they see as my profession.  They see me as a writer and gift me with wonderful little things to help me along.  Could I be a writer without those things? Yes and I probably wouldn't buy them for myself but they are so cool to have.

Does your family gift you with writing toys?  What favorites have you received or wish you would receive?