My daughter’s primary love language is words — words of encouragement…love…affirmation (if you haven’t read The Five Love Languages of Children, I highly recommend it). Anyway, this means she loves notes in her lunch. If I were to send my son a note, he would rip it into tiny pieces and swallow them before his friends noticed. But she loves notes and actually behaves better at school on days I send one.
Now. I’m the weird sort of planner who can write twenty notes in advance but can’t bring myself to make lunches until five minutes before we head out the door. So that’s what I did.
I now have a little box with a bunch of notes in it, all ready to go. So much nicer than ripping a paper off the real-estate notepad and scribbling something last-minute.
Maybe, just for fun, I’ll tuck an especially sappy one in my son’s lunch tomorrow…