Sometimes you go about your day and you think that maybe nothing you have done has mattered.
I have experienced a few of those days the past couple of months. And then life sends you a pat on the back or a hug or a rainbow or whatever...I got one of those this past week. One of my students gave me a letter on the day of his last class with me.
I read it and wept. It seems for him, I had made a difference. I have a box of those letters and cards and every once in awhile, I sit and read them. They remind me of why I do what I do, where I do it.
Because through the years, those letters and cards have meant so much to me, I try to pass that kindness on. I try to send cards, sometimes in snail-mail, sometimes e-cards. I want people in my life who have made a difference to know that they have. I want them to know, I think of them and appreciate all that they do. Sadly, I don't do it enough or often enough.
I miss writing letters. I was never very good at it, but I love to write letters and get them. What is it about getting something in the mail. I love it. Honestly, I think that is why I do magazines in the mail. I just love walking down to the mailbox and getting something ( other than a bill) with my name on it.
I buy Jordan a subscription to Highlights for Kids each year. His mom says he loves getting mail too.
Friends keep telling me they can't believe I hand paint Christmas cards every year. I can't help myself. Once again, it is my memory of how much joy cards and notes bring to me that pushes me to sit for hours each November and paint card after card.
So maybe it's time you sent a card or note to someone, just wishing them well or that you are thinking of them or maybe letting them know how much they mean to you. It will make their day, I promise.