We have a six-year-old daughter who will miss her father terribly. Like most kids, she is a collector; she will gather and save everything from pinecones to rocks from the driveway to drawings from her friends.
To take some of the sting out of him being gone, I gave my husband the directive that he should send her postcards from all his destinations. I even sent him on his way with a supply of 27-cent stamps (the current postal rate for postcards, in case you haven’t sent any recently), and he promised to send her cards from everywhere he goes.
I gave her an album that the cards will fit into (as long as he sticks with standard-size cards), and now she’s set to start a collection that she will cherish for the rest of her life. Children always like getting their own mail; I can’t think of a better way to initiate a child into what could be a rewarding life-long hobby.
The first postcard should arrive from Arizona any time now.
And postcards are easier to store than pinecones, too.