Just like every holiday season, 2006 tends to be extremely hectic. I just can not go to plan for shopping with my eleven-month-old baby to take with me on every shopping excursion. As many of my nephews and nieces are teenagers, I also find ir really very difficult to know what to get for teens as gifts. For me, my parents are a complete mystery to me and never quite sure what to get for my adult siblings and friends. Definately, I would like to receive as a gift and I chose to present gift cards this year, but with a twist.

I got the idea of buying gift cards from AutismLink.com. I work with autistic children and I am a member of Autism Link. I receive press releases, educational events and general information about autism in emails through the site. One of the emails suggested that people buy their gift cards through AutismLink.com. Some of the proceeds from each gift card purchased through the site is donated to autism research.

 Just about everyone appreciates a gift card from their favorite store or restaurant, but presenting a gift card can be boring. However, gift cards that contribute to a good cause are wonderful to receive. It’s almost like giving two gifts in one. My friends and family were extremely happy to know that their purchases benefit autistic people and my best friend’s son, who is an adult with autism, was particularly proud of his gift.

Buying gift cards does not always seem like a very personal approach to gift-giving, but gift cards that benefit a good cause are. Next year, I am going to see if I can buy gift cards from stores that donate to other charities. Autism is close to my heart, but I know a breast cancer survivor, a woman who has a diabetic son and I have a dear friend who has Parkinson’s disease.

Buying gift cards that donate to each person’s respective charity of interest would be a little more thoughtful. I think that it would behoove many retail shops, restaurants and food stores to consider collaborating with various charities during the Holiday Season and throughout the year. For those of us who want to avoid crowded shopping malls but still want to give a thoughtful gift, this would be ideal. It would be even better if we could choose a charity from a list that the store offers.

Whether they benefit a charity or not, gift cards are still relatively boring gifts to give. There is no real drama in opening a gift card. This year I placed each gift card in Glad Press-n-Seal. Then I poured clear soap that I melted into a mold. After letting it dry for a few minutes, I put the protected gift card in the mold and finished pouring the melted soap into it. Each person got a bar of soap with a gift card from their favorite store floating in it. It was the talk of the evening.

Many of my memories are closely linked to music. When I hear some songs that were popular years ago, I can remember events surrounding the music very vividly. At least, it seems that way. One song has been on my mind recently and this tune is one of great meaning to me now. I understand the lyrics to “Crazy Gift of Time” by Kevin Ayers so much better than I did years ago.

When I was younger, the concept of time being a crazy gift made little sense to me. I associated the phrase with a whimsical vision of time. The passing of time did not occur to me. The irony of having too much time did not occur to me either. We do not consider the ironic elements of this crazy gift until we reach a certain age. This age is one in which we reflect on our lives.

Time never goes quickly enough for the young. Children can’t wait for Christmas. Summer vacation seems like an eternity away. There is always something to look forward to and time just gets in the way. Growing up seems to be such a long process that the crazy gift of time slips by during the stage of our lives in which we should be savoring each and every second.

We can’t wait for our eighteenth birthday. Then the milestone of twenty-one is the decadent goal; that moment that marks our independence and establishes us as adults. We never think of the way that we wish the crazy gift away. We never think about how we watched the clock ticking our crazy gift of time into oblivion as we wish for the classroom bell to mark the end of Algebra class. We grow to wish away our lives in hopes that our work day will end.
The Kevin Ayers song meant little to me years ago. Today, I understand how the crazy gift of time is an ironic present. Time begins to pass faster and faster as we begin to realize how very precious it is. It seems like just a moment ago, I was saying goodbye to my high school history teacher. The last thing he said to me was, “The rest is just a flash.”

As I get older I notice that time has little regard for how sorry I am for wanting it to pass faster. I did not realize the crazy gift granted wishes. Although there is no way to recapture the past, maybe we can begin to savor our moments as they pass.