Arrived Home: Keys in door. Not feeling particularly sprightly after a stinky tube-ride home. The first week back after Christmas is definitely hard. Keys in door. “Hi Gorg, am home“. Gosh, I am tired. And hungry.
Spotted letter on table in hall: Oooh what’s that? It’s a letter for me!
What is it?: This!:
A laminated, credit-card sized “Thank You” note from Flo. My absolutely gorgeous 6-year old niece, thanking us for her Christmas present – an Elsa Doll (of Frozen fame).
I am so utterly happy. Receiving it has made my day. Just thinking of her beautiful, creative brain sitting in her room, carefully designing the lay out; trying to make it look grown up. And then laminating it (how?!).
The joined-up purple felt-tip writing.
The token lipstick sticker for me!!
I will treasure it forever.
Maybe it is me? Perhaps I am just old fashioned. But not enough kids write thank you letters anymore. It is not just for the benefit of making the present-giver feel good (that really isn’t it). It is the discipline of children learning to stop and think in this crazily fast lifestyle we lead. To pause and appreciate how loved they are. That other people care.
And to help them learn that whilst toys like Elsa have their charms, the greatest gifts they can ever give someone are love and time.
So thanks to both my sisters (and brothers-in-law) for carrying on this tradition and for generally being great parents.