I stopped by Weis yesterday morning in between the gym and work to pick up a birthday card for my dad. He turns 56 on Friday (sorry to out you, Dad), but I won’t make it home for the celebration. So I sent a card.
Which seems logical and respectful, right? Except I am notoriously bad at remembering birthday cards. For most of my peers, that’s all right — a quick phone call or a text or even a Facebook message will suffice for joyful birthday wishes. If I live close to the birthday celebrator, I might even buy him or her a birthday drink.
But I can remember, as a kid, checking the mailbox each day at least a week in advance of my birthday. When I found a card addressed to me, I set it aside with other presents and waited to open everything at once on my big day. Not to mention, I have a summer birthday, so racing out to meet the mailman each day was a viable option.
When I was home in February for my brother’s 10th birthday, he was visibly upset not to find a boatload of cards in the mailbox on his day. We’ve heard of the decline in letter-sending — but have people stopped sending birthday cards, too?
Do you still sign and send a card out for your family members or friends? Do you still receive birthday cards? Or have we become a phone-call-and-Facebook generation of well-wishers?