For one of Baylee’s assignments for poetry class, he was to write a poem and send it in the mail to me. The regular, plain old snail mail.
He asked me how to do it. I told him, then said to Google it if he has more questions.
He Googled it.
When I was a kid, I used to send letters to friends and family quite often, and I knew how to address an envelope before I was ten.
It’s a sign of the times, that’s it, just the new way we operate and communicate. The contents of snail mail are expired and old news by the time they are received, and although I cherish the letters I have from Nana and Roger, I suppose I need to embrace the new ways.
Baylee now knows how to address an envelope. I suppose I should say oops for that parenting fail.