I am an awkward gift receiver.
I always think gestures are too grand or I, too undeserving. This is hard enough on the gift giving occasions like Christmas or my birthday, but ask any boy I ever dated; blushing profusely and stammering over a thank you was my M.O. Don’t get me wrong, gifts and surprises were always appreciated, I’ll just admit I was probably a bit two awkward and uncomfortable by the generosity to truly show my gratitude.
As an adult, it was more my ego that took over. I always wanted to be or at least appear to be independent and never want to accept gifts from our parents – things like, “Oh, your daughter needs a winter coat? Let me pick that up for you.” Or, “Your fridge is on its last leg? We can help.” – for fear that I would be perceived as unable to provide for my family.