Friday, December 2, 2011

The Joy of Little Things

Yesterday there was a picture of toddler gratitude posted on Grandma's Briefs.  It is adorable.

Although I do have to say it is a perfect example of why I could never, ever be a pre-school teacher  Just the image of a group of three-year-olds stepping in paint (chocolate pudding?) to make footprints for this craft--shudder.

But the post did make me think about how I had spent Thanksgiving being grateful for family and friends, both near and far.  Not that that is a bad thing to do, but I didn't really give much thought to the little things.  If you are feeling safe and loved, fed and secure, little things can bring a bundle of child-like joy into life.

I think the world could use a bundle of child-like joy this holiday season.

Here is a little thing that I am grateful for: self-adhesive stamps.  Mike bought Holiday Bauble forever stamps and we put them on the cards to send out today.  Revealing that I am old, I do remember 3 cent stamps.  They steadily went up in price.  I remember that my depression-era-surviving parents were distressed by this, but at some point there came the trade-off--no longer having to lick (yucky) or otherwise moisten the stamps.  I don't even send out humongous numbers of cards, but self-adhesive stamps make my happy.

And then, there was the time when envelopes needed to be addressed by hand.  Writer's cramp waiting to happen.  How great is it that we can use a computer printer to pump out cards with the addresses from a list and our own return address?

I guess if I were really up to date, I would send out e-cards.

11 comments:

  1. I love this, Olga! Self-adhesive stamps truly are a delightful blessing of sorts. :)

    Thanks for linking to my post. And yes, I'm completely with ya on the inability to *ever* be a teacher, especially of preschoolers!

    Happy Friday to you!

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  2. E-cards are nice but you can't keep them! I love saving Christmas cards, especially photo cards. But I'm with you on the stamps! Why did the stamps we had to lick taste so terrible!!!

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  3. It is amazing how quickly we take things for granted - like self-adhesive stamps!

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  4. Its the small things that make us happy. Most of the time change is good, we just think they were the good old days. Hey remember, penny postcards too?

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  5. Small things that make life easier are to be celebrated. I'm with you on those self-adhesive stamps. They are great!

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  6. I do both. I send holiday greetings by mail to older folks for whom I have no electric addresses. But this list gets smaller every year.

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  7. Oh, for sure it's the small stuff that can either kill you or make life worthwhile!
    I think you're safer with "real" cards . . . some people are offended by e-cards.
    That surprises me, but there it is.

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  8. Olga honey I am with you about teaching that age group. I tried substitute the 1st grade and that was something else for them and me.
    I am to use to talking to inmates. hahaha
    Sounds wonderful already having your cards ready to mail. I wanted to do that this weekend myself but have not.
    I wanted to tell you I am having a giveaway so be sure and put your name in the hat.
    Love
    Maggie

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  9. No e-cards for me, Olga!

    It just doesn't seem right! Or the one-page epistles, brag letters, that laud all the wonderful things a family has accomplished! My older cousins are horrible at this! They list the tennis championships they've won, and it's just boring!

    Cheers from Cottage Country!

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  10. I love how cards decorate mantels and doorways. E-Cards just don't give the same effect.
    I still pay bills by snail mail and love the lickless stamps.

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  11. Just read your comment again Olga and I wanted to come by and let you know that you and your family are in my prayers.
    Your right their always in our hearts
    Love
    Maggie

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