Greeting cards

One of the greatest joys in my mother’s life was the sending of greeting cards. She had a birthday book containing the names of not only her children and grandchildren, but nephews, nieces, great-nephews, great-nieces, and a host of friends. All the names were arranged by date so that she could always see whose birthday was coming up in time to mail the card with enough time for Canada Post to get it there in time (OK, sometimes she got behind and sent “Belated Birthday Greeting” cards).

I don’t know if she ever tallied up the cost of all those cards and stamps, but I’m sure it must have made a significant dent in her meager budget, even when the cards were bought in bulk from the Regal Greeting Card Company.

When I was a teenager I thought this habit of Mom’s was kind of extreme, in fact downright weird. When I left home and became a recipient of her mail, I became less critical. By the time our children started receiving cards from Grandma, I fully appreciated those deliveries. However it was at her funeral that I really repented of my previous attitude, as more than one of my cousins mentioned how they appreciated Auntie Clara’s faithfulness in remembering their birthdays.

Mom was an amazing woman in so many ways, and I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to appreciate that fact.

One Response to “Greeting cards”

  1. Shirley says:

    Absolutely!! Isn’t it sad that we learn to appreciate people the most when they’re gone and we can’t tell them. Our anniversary was just a couple weeks after Mom died and not getting that card in the mail, and a phone call, really hit me. We were talking at Bible study last week about sending cards or notes, and I told them how great Mom was at that and that I wish I was more like her. I enjoy email but there’s something very special about opening the mail box and finding a handwritten letter or card.