I have a very startling confession to make. I’m a note leaver. I know it’s hard to believe but it’s true. I think I got it from my dad because he used to do this too. I can remember when we’d take turns packing each others lunches, he’d make my sandwich and leave the wrapper on the cheese and put a note in the sandwich telling me not to forget to take the wrapper off. Those are nice memories for me to have.
I did the same thing with my boys. I would leave notes on the bathroom mirror or put notes in their lunches. I would even cut the tiny strip off the top of a post it note and would put notes on their lunch money if they bought their lunch. I’ve made Trinity a couple of lunches and have done it with her too.
I used to write notes on special days wishing one of them well if there was a test or sport try out or to even say I’m thinking of you or I love you. I did this all the time. It probably seemed normal to my boys. I remember once I had a job interview and Jason had put so many post it notes of encouragement in my car that I had a hard time getting in and had to take some of them down or I wouldn’t have been able to see to drive. It was one of the sweetest things ever.
So I guess it should come as no surprise that my grandchildren are now doing it. This is the kind of thing Trinity leaves me.
She also leaves me notes that she tapes all up and tells me “to read in private” and it’s so cute. She always asks me if I can come to have lunch with her at school. The whole “read in private” thing is what’s so cute. She tapes them up so tight I need to use my really sharp scissors so I don’t rip the note.
I have a few coloring book pages that Bailey and Trinity “hung” on my wall when they were about 4 and they are still there. I didn’t have the heart to take them down but they are behind my china closet so I couldn’t get a picture of them.
Which leads me to why I wrote this post today. On Sunday, Toby came over with Christopher to watch the football game and he wanted to “write me notes.” So I gave him a note pad and he “hung” all these notes under our dart board in the living room.
I thought this was very cute but didn’t really think much of it at the time. He was very proud and when I asked him what they said he said “they are just notes grandma.” OKAY….So Toby and Christopher went home after the game and later on I went in Paul’s room to look for something and I saw this under his bedroom window.
I guess he didn’t want to leave grandpa out of the excitement. I called Paul in to take a look and we had a good laugh. Later on when Paul went in to bed I heard him call me and thought “what the heck?” He wanted me to take a look at his bedpost and nightstand. Here’s what was there.
There were also notes on my door to the upstairs and under the window in the kitchen. I tell ya, it’s to cute for words. I think it would be safe to say I’ve either created monsters of they are just a chip off the old block.
What about you? Was/is there a special way of letting your loved ones know your thinking of them and that yes, you love them and encourage them on?