A Grand Gesture?

“I think it’s important to do a good job and not feel that you’ve got to make grand gestures, but just get on and deliver.” ~Theresa May

We can recite all the words by heart.  You know, that part of the movie that is filled with a grand gesture from one character to another.  The moment Ducky sings “Tenderness” to Andie in Pretty In Pink.  When Lloyd stands outside Diane’s room playing “In Your Eyes” with the boom box over his head in Say Anything.  When Benjamin shows up at Elaine’s wedding at the end of The Graduate.

While I love these parts of the movie; I always find myself cheering internally for a happy ending, I’ve never been much of a fan of them in real life.  It could be because I am easily embarrassed.  It could be because I’ve never liked all that attention. Part of me thinks those big, grand gestures have lies contained within and they simply need to be grandiose in order to hide something.

Maybe it’s the fact that I always seem to be rooting for the underdog.  The person that doesn’t show off in a flashy way, but is, instead, quiet and understated.  I feel like these people have gone the way of the “knights in shining armor” – they don’t seem to exist anymore.

What ever happened to the small gesture?  The tiny act of love or kindness meant only for the two people involved.  A touch, a look, a small token such as a cookie they know you like or a book they want you to read because it reminds them of you.  Something that shows that they listen to you or remember some small trinket of information you shared.  Something that shows they think what you have to say is important.  They know you.

Sometimes I wonder if people notice my small gestures.

But even if they don’t, I’ll still keep making them.



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