When I was a little girl my mom used to leave little presents on my bed for no reason. I would come home from school and she would say “There is a surprise on your bed” I would run up the stairs- taking two at a time – so excited to see the goodies.
This is a tradition that I so loved that I kept up with my own children. However over the last several years with work, separation, tight finances, often not knowing what a teenager wants and busy life, I forgot to continue this. A few times they said they missed this tradition.
Yesterday they came home to the cottage from summer camp. On their beds I left a few surprises. New flip flops (my insistence that summer is not over until October 1st), bathing suit cover ups that match a new one for me (yes, obnoxious) and some library books they have wanted to read.
I love these little things.