Week 2 Personalizing Writing
As a child, I never truly understood what my Mother was saying when every year she would tell my siblings and me, "Don't buy me anything now for my birthday. Save your money. You will need it some day. Make me a card and write me something nice instead. " And so I would, along with a "real" present of course. The trinkets are long gone, I can not really remember what it was I did buy in any given year.
Any time I go to visit her now, she always has a box on her dinning room table for me to view.
She saved every card and letter I ever made for her on her birthday (and other occasions too).
Together, we reminisce as we go through each page. Some of the words to my many poems she committed to heart and can recite back to me. I also remembered her words to me. "Save your money. You will need it someday." And she was right, I now have student loans. And she still has "something nice."