When I had Cammy I had grand visions of the kind of mom I would be. And one of the things I was most adamant about was writing. Basic writing. I wanted Cammy to be the type of kid who writes notes and letters to people. Thank you cards, and invitations. Just thought of you’s, and journals. Not simply be resolved to emails and text messages wrttn n srt hnd jus 4 ppl who can’t read WITH VOWELS IN THE WORDS.
This my dear friends is a sore spot for me – this digital state of what ever letter this generation occupies.
So to combat this Cammy and I write thank you letters for everything, every gift that is given, every nice thing that happens to her. She is given a pen and her own Winnie the Pooh blank card that she is allowed to write her thank yous on. Then we practice writing what could be mistaken for her name if she was a third year medical resident. I write the accompanying thank you we put them, hers inside of mine, in an envelope, we address them, put her hand print on the back of the envelope ask daddy to take it to the mail box.
Ask me how many have actually been mailed. Go ahead.
I believe four have actually made it into the mail.
Just as a disclaimer, I have just recently started giving them to the husband to put in the mail. I must be allergic to the post office cause I can NEVER get there. This is a major source of failure for me. I wanted to be the family that sent Christmas cards every year. The family in cheesy red sweaters with reindeer on them frozen happily on the front of holiday greetings.
But this is not us. I can’t even get the tree situated until the week before Christmas. I don’t mail bills on time ever. If I can’t call it in or pay it over the phone, you may never get your money. If I can’t go to a store or buy it online – I don’t get it. I would love to get magazine subscriptions but until recently you couldn’t pay for them online. The whole bill me and me put the payment in the mail means I’ve got the two free issues of some really great magazines.
So on the off chance I happen to buy Christmas cards it normally takes me three holiday seasons to actually get them in the mail. If I had bought Christmas cards in 2003, this would be the year they would make it to the post office.
But knowing this doesn’t really do much to change our enthusiasm about Christmas time. We have become the people who go to church a handful of times through the year, and maybe on Christmas and Easter, but that honestly doesn’t affect how we feel about the celebration of our faith. I believe that honestly this year we have come closer to understanding and acting more in accordance to our faith as a family than we have in years past.
I feel a deep satisfaction with my life and the love in it, and actually mailing out Christmas cards probably wouldn’t do a whole lot to deepen that feeling.
Hey, I can’t help it, I got visions of the Huxtables in my head, maybe I should get Jerry a sweater?
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You & I both know he would never wear that sweater in public. Don’t feel so bad I bought these really nice Christmas cards in like 2000 & I still haven’t mailed them I look at them occationally & ponder the same thing. So fear not friend o’ mine you are not alone
Hey, it seems to me the new blog is inspiring you to write longer posts. Awesome!
(Says me who’s been totally slacking on posts for like, three months . . .)
Well as far as the Christmas card thing, I think that you should think outside the box. We send out cds every year with a greeting at the beginning and put our favorite Christmas songs on them and send them out in lew of an actual card. Everyone who gets them….loves them! Seriously. We’ve sent the all over the world, literally. Raquita darling, you are very creative. You went to the same scrapbooking class I did….make your own cards! Don’t say you don’t have time cause you could make them throughout the year. I do want you to know that you are only human. The Huxtables you are not. I think that you and Jerry are better because you live in the real world. Your problems aren’t solved within the half hour. You have depth. Besides….look how buddie Theo looks in that picture. We thought he was soooo fine back in the day too. Love you….By the way, where in the hell are the pics of Nata’s wedding?
Better than the huxtables? Dude they had a three story brownstone in Brooklyn, one was a doctor who never really worked and the mom was a lawyer who never really worked and yet they were PAID.
I’d love those jobs…for reals…
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(And she’s right…I’d NEVER wear that damn sweater in public…now if it was grey with a red stripe across the chest…)
I said a sweater – not THAT sweater…
And jerrys right – i wouldn’t mind living in the matrix if all my issues could be solved in thirty minutes. dude this Dog rerun is getting rather old anyway… I’ll expian in a post soon to be written.