The Power Of A Card
Mitch Newman, M.A. is The Relationship Coach.
Since the experience of losing his father, he maintains and nurtures
his professional and personal relationships by sending them cards. He
is one of our favorite contributors to the Diva Toolbox.
Our lives are busy, we run from place to place, but sometimes it is
important to stop and take the time to connect with the people we
love. Read Mitch's beautiful article posted on the Diva Toolbox to remember to take the time for the people we love....
The Power of a Card by Mitch Newman
June
15th, 2007. The date has been etched in my mind forever. My father
called to see if I had gotten his birthday card. I found this odd for
two reasons. One, my birthday was five days away, and two, if in
previous years my father sent me a card it usually arrived late -- well
after my sister would question him, “did you ever send Mitch a card for
his birthday?”
I only voiced my surprise to him at the timing
of his question, and his response was that he wanted to send it out
early this year. I told him I had yet to receive it but that I was sure
it would be there soon enough. I forgot about it until my birthday when
he called to send his good wishes, and asked again – “did you ever get
my card?” I told him it no. He was perplexed that it would take so
long.
It suddenly dawned on me that my neighbor downstairs,
who shares the same last name, had been in Florida for several months
caring for his ailing parents. I imagined perhaps that the card ended
up in his mail, which was then forwarded to his folks place in Miami. I
shared this with my father and told him I would email my neighbor to
find out.
I never did. Call it too busy. Call it one kid,
another moments away from her first taste of air. Call it busy with
work. Or, maybe I just need to call it the truth. It had been years
since my father sent me a gift, usually a check stuffed inside a card.
No reason to suspect there was money in it at this stage of the game,
so I discounted the card with someone else’s words printed inside and
forgot about it. Again. And we never discussed it. Again. It was just a
card anyway.