Dear Postal Worker,
I am sorry you had a bad day. I am sorry I wasn’t able to answer the door when you rang the bell several times. I am sorry I flagged you down to ask if I could help with whatever you needed. I am sorry I caused you inconvenience. But mostly, I am sorry you did not see the joy that the package you needed a signature for brought.
It was an unexpected package full of beautiful and amazing learning journals for my girls. When we opened it, I wish you could have heard the “oohs” and “aahs” that accompanied each of the journals we brought out.
I wish you could have heard the exclamations of “Can I use that one?!?”
“Will you color in this one with me?!?”
“Poetry? A journal on poetry? Can I do this right now?!?”
“Look Mom. One just for you. A homeschooling mom journal. Now you can do funschooling, too.”
“This one is all about different places. What are the places we will learn about?”
This went on for a good fifteen minutes, dear postal worker, and all because you did choose to stop for me on the side of the road and allow me to go ahead a sign for that unexpected package. Even though you may not realize it, you bring joy like this to our family quite often. Those annoying packages you leave in the oversized box with the key for us? They are full of opportunities. They are full of unrealized joy just waiting to be discovered. And you? You bring that to us. You doing your job is so much appreciated. So, thank you.
Just one of many homeschooling families that you bring joy to through the mail