Today’s Five Minute Friday topic – Mail. Just writing for five minutes, free flow, no editing. (Well, I can’t help editing mistyped words. Sorry – just happens.) And linking up at the Five Minute Friday post over on Heading Home.
Mail. My girls love to go get the mail. We live in one of those places that have the very impersonal mail service. Remember my Dear Postal Worker post a while back? Yes. I don’t even know our postal worker’s name. Partly because I seldom see her and partly because the person seems to change all the time. I guess it is hard to keep someone in that job.
Our mailbox is down the road a bit. You know – one of those big grey boxes with lots of little locked doors on it. Very impersonal. Very, well, sad. Because I grew up knowing our mailman and finding joy in talking with him. We knew exactly when he was coming and I can remember racing up our long driveway to say “hi” to him. Even now, having been away from home for 20 something years, I know the name of my parent’s mailman.
Kind of makes me sad that we don’t have a clue if our mailperson is a man or a woman.
The girls still love to go get the mail. Part of it is independence. Part of it is seeing if anyone felt they were important enough to write to. The girls write to their friends that have moved, past teachers from public school and church, and family. They love it when mail comes with their name on it. They feel loved.
Don’t we all feel loved when we get a handwritten letter with our name on it?
So, I’m challenging everyone reading this – grab a card or a piece of paper and handwrite a short note to someone. Make them feel special. Let them know they are appreciated. Or loved. Or missed. Just let them know you are thinking about them.
Your moment will make a difference.