There’s a corner of my dining room table where I collect things to send to my two, far away grandkids. Each item is selected with its recipients in mind. On delivery, we have something new to do and talk about. I love each part of the process. It feels like I’m sending a “postal hug,” since the real thing isn’t possible. However on one fateful mailing, all didn’t turn out as planned. Yes, another long-distance grandparenting blooper was in the making.
Here’s the details: I filled and sent one box or envelope every couple of weeks. The contents changed based on the season, and what my grands were learning. Most importantly, the package items were meant to be shared.
This system worked very well. Until, that is, one particular FaceTime chat with them. I Read more
