I love getting Christmas cards–especially the family pictures from faraway friends. That way I get to watch their children grow up through the mail.
None of my friends are watching my children grow up. Because I’ve never sent holiday cards. The idea is way too much pressure for a professional procrastinator.
I do THINK about sending cards.
I think about it every Thanksgiving at my sister’s house. On her wall is a framed collection of 30 years worth of cards since her kids were born. My sister is my polar opposite. And seeing her collection makes me feel worse about my own deficiency since I have actually TAKEN some of the photos on her cards.
This always makes me think I should send out my own. But I never do.
Should I should add this to my list of failings as a mother? Did I traumatize my kids by not sending out cute pictures of them? Is it too late to start sending cute pictures of kids in their early twenties?
My kids never complained, so I didn’t think this mattered to them.
Until I got a little clue. Two years ago my daughter decided to send out her own holiday cards while her husband was in Iraq. She came over to my house so I could help her with the mailing. Not that she needs help. Both of my kids are incredibly organized.
So Alli came over and I helped her print pictures and stuff envelopes and stamp them and she sent her cards out. And I got so inspired that I decided to do my own. I did exactly what Alli did. I bought cards and stamps and printed out copies of my favorite picture of the kids. And then
…I’m sure I’ll find the stack of cards and photos sometime this January, since I’m making a New Year’s resolution to get organized. Because of course, I never mailed them out.
Alli is sending out cards again this year. It’s a tiny bit embarrassing, but I learned my lesson last time. At this point in life, I feel secure and realistic enough to abandon the idea of holiday cards. And I felt okay about that.
Until today. When this came in the mail. From my son and his college roommates.
They even got them out on time.
In the middle of finals.
I’m humbled by my children. And not sure where they came from.