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The thank you note: is it a lost art?

January 1, 2016 by Jo Leave a Comment

 

The outside thermometer hit 23 degrees this morning!

 

As the stockings come down and the ornaments are put away, out come the notecards to send to family and friends. Though I have often taken the time to write notes of thanks and gratitude sometimes I have sent them out of obligation. Have you ever done that? Sent a thank you card because you knew you should, or maybe even because your mamma told you to? We have a goofy saying around our house, “I’m too old to eat broccoli if I don’t want to!”

I have learned a lot of lessons over the years and I have to admit I did not think our daughter’s wedding would provide so many opportunities to learn and re-learn the teachings of life.  As expressed previously, I have been grateful for all the love shown to my family. I wrote notes to a few ladies that were particularly helpful. Honey and I wrote more notes a few weeks later to others that helped make the day a joy for us. For every single note we sent, we received a text or email back thanking us for our thank you note. I know, kind of weird, right?

Here’s the lesson: people appreciate being appreciated. So after you pack up all your holiday decorations, consider taking the time to make a call, send a text, write a note to those that helped make your season bright.

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Timing is Everything

October 30, 2015 by Jo Leave a Comment

outdoor wedding ceremony

I was at my daughter’s wedding, hugging old friends, saying hi to family, meeting guests of our new family. An introduction to a guest led to the usual wedding chitchat: “your daughter looks beautiful”, “ the weather is perfect”, “the pastor made the ceremony really enjoyable.” It is unanticipated bliss to hear so many positive comments in one day.

From there the conversation took a bewildering turn. Inspired by mention of the wedding pastor, my new friend took out his phone, proceeding to review notes from a recent church service. I starting feeling a little like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, only instead of falling, I was slowly finding myself in kick the can jail. We used to play kick the can on the Loop, my childhood neighborhood. It’s a fun game if you don’t have to sit in jail too long. Apparently, something in the wedding ceremony struck a cord of resemblance to his church sermon. And then the jail bars were around me. 10 minutes in, he was engrossed, barely looking up as he pressed on reading the notes out loud.

I tried hard to give him my full attention. The Y calls it ‘Listen First’ and I have had extensive training to hone my listening skills. (Side note: not perfect, still perfecting those skills.) I fidgeted, glancing around the room. I could see people leaving I hadn’t had a chance to talk to. Please someone come and kick the can.

It became obvious that unless I rescued myself, I would be a player in the game for at least another 15 minutes. Another time, another place I would have probably enjoyed the conversation. Timing is everything. Finally, gently, I placed my hand on his arm to get his attention. He was seemingly oblivious to the fact we were at a wedding reception and he had captured the mother of the bride. I explained I needed to excuse myself to say hello to the rest of our guests. I’m sure I apologized, even though no apology was necessary.

It’s funny what you remember from a milestone event.

Weeks later I am still hoping I did not come across as rude.

I am a storyteller. I like it when people listen to me telling a story. I will work to recognize the signs of someone feeling jailed, captured, unable to escape from my talking. I will work to check my timing.

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