Every family has their own traditions when it comes to the holidays. Some individuals have their own traditions as well. When my girls were growing up and it was just the four of us, I started a tradition I had no idea how powerful it would be.
Each year I would sit down and write each of my girls a letter that had to be scrawled in my own handwriting. Today, well, my handwriting leaves a lot to be desired, but I still hand write each letter. My girls have shared with me over the years how important it is to them that I hand write the letters, because it’s like I’m leaving a piece of myself with them at the end of each year.
The first year the girls received the letters, they had no idea I was paying THAT much attention to what they were doing. I noted each accomplishment they had achieved that year, and in the midst of the content were the words “I’m proud of you,” and “I love you.”
I’m so glad that my grandchildren are now able to read, because they too will be getting their letters this year. I don’t think they know how much I have been paying attention to what they have been doing, but they are about to find out. I am so proud of them and I love them so much.
I have to confess that I did not know that the girls were keeping their letters from Mom. (When it comes to gushy stuff, I’m not the brightest crayon in the box.) Apparently, they each take them out and read them when they need a bit of love and encouragement. I wonder sometimes how many new accomplishments these letters have inspired in my girls. I can only hope that the letters that I write to my grandchildren will have the same effect.
My girls, who are all grown women now, are rather sentimental at heart, so I have decided this year, much to the chagrin of the Kleenex company, the girls cannot read their letters during the family gift opening.