Pottery (and all objects really) have this lovely capacity to accumulate meaning as they move through time. They can bear witness to important events (“these are the plates that your grandparents ate off of at their wedding”) or be part of emotional transactions (“this is the vase your father brought me flowers in when we were dating”). Those two examples are cute and love-y, but objects absorb all sorts of meaning from the circumstances they pass through, dark and light, and it’s potent stuff!
Far more than having kids, getting married, throwing myself into a career, the main indicator I've had that confirms my personal transition from adolescent to adult has been truly recognizing my mother as her own fully realized person.
Rather than thinking about this week as last-minute gift shopping panic-zone, consider making space for yourself to gently snap out of the trance of materialism you've been conditioned to enter this time of year and to give back to something a little bigger.
You know that feeling when you're at a party and someone's trying to talk to you but you're in the middle of eating a dry, kinda boring cookie so you discreetly spit it into a cocktail napkin and stash it on a bookshelf? Let's avoid that!