It’s just the way I was brought up. When we were kids, Mom made us sit down after Christmas or birthdays and write thank you notes. By hand. We hated it, and it took forever! It’s not that we wanted to be perceived as ungrateful or rude (Mom explained that’s what people would think), but writing notes was so boring compared to playing with our new stuff.
Now that it’s so quick and easy to send a digitized message, whether by e-mail, IM, text, fax, e-card, or whatever, I find it even more important to do thank-yous the old-fashioned way. I love getting personal notes — thank you or otherwise — in my real mailbox. Every time I walk out to get the mail, I have a little flutter of hope that there might actually be something “real” among the junk. Most of the time it’s just bills, credit card offers, and advertisements. Even though this is normal, it’s still a bit disappointing. When something personal is hidden between the boring business envelopes, I get so excited! Aren’t you the same way?
Which is why I always try to send handwritten thank you notes, and I’m trying to get my kids in the habit of doing the same. It’s a battle, because they say it takes forever, and it’s boring… But I explain that people love getting a nice note in the mail, and it shows an appreciation for thoughtfulness on both sides of the stamp.
Nope. Absolutely hand written thank you notes for all occasions and nothing else will suffice.
You just gave me a fantastic idea… send my granddaughter some real mail. Even though I see her everyday, I want her heart to flutter on the way to the mail box in hopes of something ‘real.’
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I’m glad I’m not the only one still doing it the low-tech way! Long live the pen!
After baseball and basketball season I always made my boys write thank you notes to their caoches. The coaches volunteered their time the least my boys could do is take a minute to say thank you. We’d run into the coach later and they would stop and tell us how nice it was to get that note. It made my boys feel great!
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