I am, if not the worst, at least in the running for the worst grandmother in the world.
My one and only granddaughter will be 6 tomorrow, (you can find her lovingly modeling hats and sweaters I have made for her in my photobucket gallery) and I just mailed a BOX off today.
And, mind you it was a box, not just with her birthday present--that is not just something special for her, but a box with goodies for everyone—and the address reflected that. (my son family is a blended family, and to be fair, we send off boxes with all three family names (Dewey, Cheatham, & Howe style) rather than just address it to the Griffin’s
In the box there is a book for her mother, colored pencils, crayons and glue (because you can never have too many crayons or too much glue!) for both her and her older brother, a hat for her younger brother. And some goodies--mostly goodies for her, but none wrapped up in pretty paper, but the fun stuff kids like—a small glittery pink heart shaped photo folder, complete with a lock, key and latch to hook it on to her school back pack, a flashlight, (with new batteries!), a little golden purse, (with a fake charge card inside.) Oh the fun of having charge card! –the big item was a new poncho. (last years poncho is getting too small)
I remember getting “boxes” in the mail when I was a kid, and they were always magical. A Big Box all sealed up with twine and brown paper, and out of it came the most wonderful things. (but even the twine was treasured!)
There weren’t really any treasures, just sweaters, and small toys, and tea pots, something for everyone—but nothing was labeled so we divied it up as we (with my mother being a final arbitrator,) as we wanted.
We sent boxes too. Toys for cousins, clothes, fancy purses, embroidered handkerchiefs, or other little luxuries for Aunts and Uncles. We children were expected to provide something for the box. And our boxes were divied up on the other side of the ocean.
One year, I received a craft kit that I received for Christmas present, (I remember thinking it was stupid) –a Styrofoam ball, that I covered (carefully) with long strands of yarn. The strands were divided, and braided, to make a toy octopus. (there was some cutting of felt, and gluing involved too) Completed, I had no interest in it. So I readily donated the finished object to the “BOX”. It ended up not being a toy for cousin, but a treasured item by my nana!
Still, I am not all bad, I did get the box packed and mailed.