(Coo, two posts in one day!)
When I was a little girl my Mother told me that a gift wasn’t really mine until I had said thank you PROPERLY. Saying thank you properly, according to Mother meant you either thanked somebody face to face or you wrote a letter. A phone call was not enough.
When I was a little girl my Mother told me that a gift wasn’t really mine until I had said thank you PROPERLY. Saying thank you properly, according to Mother meant you either thanked somebody face to face or you wrote a letter. A phone call was not enough.
I was never wholly convinced by this theory. I overheard other grown-ups thanking Mother for my letters and saying that they could never persuade their children to write. Then later I would hear Mother muttering that other people didn’t make their children write. One year I suggested I sent back a gift which I didn’t want anyway to save myself the bother of writing. The memory of the ensuing explosion lives with me to this day.
However, I still place a very high priority on saying thank you but these days I sometimes use the phone. Sometimes though it is nice to sit down and write a short note.
This year I have actually managed to make my thank you cards as well as write them. I hope the recipients enjoy receiving them.
Because I enjoyed making them far more than I enjoyed writing those letters when I was a child.
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