It is so easy to send text and email. But to send a handwritten note in the mail takes a little more effort, an envelope, a stamp; maybe even a trip out and an interruption of productivity.
I had the most wonderful dog. Her name was Roxxy. She was very gentle and loved to run. One day she got out of the fence and ran. As soon as I noticed Roxy was out I called and she came back immediately. My phone rang shortly after and an angry neighbor jogger told me how scared she was. Roxy had been chasing her. (Roxxy was a Rottweiler, so I understood her fear) I apologized and tried to reassure her my dog was gentle. Then followed up with a note inviting her over to get to know us both better. The lady called me again. She said it had been a very long time since anyone had written her. The note made all the difference in our future relationship.
I learned to write notes from my mother. She was depression era so she wrote on anything: old envelopes, scraps of paper, ledger paper. She wrote to me in college on 8 1/2 x 11 lined paper, front and back, 3 pages folded into a little envelope. Her letters would begin like this: I got up at 6 am this morning and ironed for 2 hours, then I went to the store to get…for dinner, Then a got a phone call…. and so on. She covered her day from sun up until bed time. She wrote 2-3 times a week. My roommate and dorm friends all wanted to read her letters. I did not understand their letter envy until I realized some did not get any mail. Mom’s mundane routine fascinated them and helped us all be a little less homesick. My mom taught me that sharing simple things could make someone else’s day. So I write. Most days I use texts and emails. For special times, I use snail mail, and I write. Thanks, Mom.