‘Now get me that Marshmallow!’
Or it could very well be,
“What?! I don’t get any broccoli?!” (our kids really like broccoli)
Which usually leads to me saying something like. “I won’t get you anything, if you talk to me like that. Please try again politely.”
I want my kids to have good manners. The world is kinder to you if you do, and respect is reflected.
So, why is it that I can be so bad at thank you? Face to face I’m good, but in extended graces I can be terrible.
Next Sunday will mark a year since Micah’s birth. At the beginning of April it will mark a year since Kyle’s Grandmother died.
At the funeral Kyles Aunt R said “I have a little something for Micah, it’s in my car.” She’s always been so sweet and always buys a little something for all the new babies, and Kyle’s family is rather big.
Somewhere between the service and in interment we never connected, and the present was sent to us a few weeks later with Kyles parents when they made their annual visit from the Philippines, where they are retired.
It was a lovely hand crocheted blanket. Done in a rainbow of colours. Being the fourth child it was the only one he got. The littles, being the firsts, could have drown in all the hand made blankies they got. I love it, and we use it all the time.
After opening it I made a little mental note to send an email. Then I told my mother in law to remind me, she did, and I still managed by the time she left, to have it on my list of things to do.
Now I’m a busy mom of four, there is no arguing, the kids are all under 5, and the baby has been,well, an infant for the past year, but no one is so busy that they can’t take a few minutes to say thank you. Unfortunately, once I back burnered it, it was something that would often drift up to my forebrain just as I was falling asleep; ‘tomorrow, I must remember to send that thank you’. Eventually I forgot to think of it every day. It became something I thought of whenever I would pull out the blanket, usually as I was wrapping it around him to take him from the house to the car, so I would think; ‘when I get home I should remember that email’
Somehow, impossibly, a year has crept up, and I still haven’t said thank you. Part of me is embarrassed to send an email now, after such a long stretch, but as they say, better late than never, so here it goes.
Dear Aunt R,
Thank you so much for the beautiful blanket you made for Micah. We love it, he and I both. It was his bassinet blanket. As an infant I kept an antique bassinet downstairs, so that he could be close while the kids and I played, he slept so peacefully in it. He is the picture of perfection wrapped in it’s soft colours. Once he was too big for the bassinet, it became the blanket we use to go from the house to the car. Your blanket has kept him warm, and has served as bit of home that travels with him, whether to the supermarket, or on trips to other provinces.
Thank you, for the generous gift, as someone who knits and crochets, I know the work that goes into handmade items like this. Please forgive me for being so tardy with the thank you, you deserved long before now.