When I was little, we had a mail lady that delivered the mail to the little blue box at the end of our yard everyday about 1:30pm. I’d run outside and grab the mail from our box to see if anything was for me. All our envelopes in that box at that time were addressed to RR2 Box 79. It wasn’t until I was probably 16 or 17 that we actually had a true street address.
Anyway, when I was young, I would look though the TV Guide and other various magazines for offers of free stuff/samples to be sent to our home. I’d sign up for everything (like free stamp collections, etc) because I wanted to have mail specifically addressed to me come in that blue mailbox. (Thankfully, my mom never discouraged me from doing this.) It made me feel important to get something in that box. A lot of people, at least three by my calculations, had to be THINKING about ME during each packages travels. First of all, someone had to write my name on the packing slips. Secondly, someone had to place the envelopes in the bag at the post office. Lastly, the mail lady had to carry it all the way to our house to give it to me. I would imagine that she was thinking about me throughout her whole route those days and how excited I was going to be to get my package. In reality she probably wasn’t even aware I had anything in her car until she got to our house.
When my son became old enough to realize what mail was, I was determined to make sure that I sent him mail occasionally. Same holds true for my granddaughter. Plus, my mom bought my granddaughter a subscription to a wonderful animal magazine that she receives at our house. I honestly believe it has helped promote her self esteem. Her eyes light up anytime she receives mail! There are so many small things we can do in life to show children that we care about them… to show them that they are important to us.
My husband and I just spent the weekend at a family camp this weekend with our granddaughter. Both her parents were scheduled to work and it was important to us that she still be able to attend. The moments we shared on this trip are priceless to me. But the important thing is - I know with every ounce of my being - I can show my granddaughter that she is precious and important to me (and God) whether we are at a family camp, at our mailbox or just sitting in our living room. And I think that is extremely important in every child’s life.
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