notes…lots of notes…
At 6 am on Saturday morning:
- Maya woke up with a bundle of energy, 5,000 questions, and an obnoxiously loud voice.
- I woke up with a headache and a mile long To-Do list.
- Ali realized things were going to get ugly and quickly beat a hasty retreat to a “work meeting.”
Maya: “What are we doing today Mama?”
Me: “We are writing your thank you cards,” I told her. “All 25 of them.”
Things started out peacefully. As I researched addresses and made labels, Maya ran with her creative side and decided to make shoe-shaped cards out of construction paper. Ten cutouts and an hour later we were having some serious quality control issues.
Me: “You can make crappy cards Maya but I’m just going to make you do them over. And we’ll be here for another 6 hours doing them over.”
We agreed to scrap the homemade card idea and pulled out Hallmark’s best instead. Two more hours later and comments like:
Maya: “Are we finished yet?”
Me: “If I hear one more complaint out of your mouth I’m returning every single gift. Every. Single. Gift.”
And then at last. We were finally done.
I’m not going to lie…it was painful. And I think it goes without saying that I would have rather cleaned the kitchen 5 times over than spend 3 hours writing thank you notes. But Maya will not be that kid who doesn’t acknowledge each and every gift she receives. Or worse…Maya will not be that bratty kid who sends a misspelled 100 character text thanking someone for their gift.