The Postman Always Rings Twice?

by Stefani on 17-June-2008

Yesterday, the postman walked up to the door and rang the bell. 

Now, as we don't live in one of those quaint neighborhoods where postman still walk door to door, this was big news. Big. The postman at the door can only mean one thing – he is carrying a package that is too big for our mailbox. 

Little boys crawled out of every nook and cranny to bounce, wiggle and vibrate as I carried the package into the kitchen. 

"What is it?"

"Is it for me?"

"Did you order more blocks?"

"Is it a toy?"

"Does it have my name on it?"

"I can't see!"

"He's pushing!"

"Open it, open it, OPEN IT!!!!!"

They were a throbbing, pulsing heap of anticipation, and I, I was my usual dark and twisty self. 

"Who is this person? I don't know this address. I didn't order anything. What could it be? What if some whack job found my address and sent me a dead chicken or something? What if someone does not like our stance on roosters and has vowed revenge?"

I can't help it, folks. It's who I am. 

So, slowly, I pried open one corner and peeked in. 

And I smiled, big and wide. 

Out came this: 

Ryder's Go Box

and we all, everyone of us, knew exactly for whom it was destined.  

One look and Ryder squealed, "That's MINE! That's my GO BOX! It's FOR ME!"

He immediately went to work stuffing things into it. There's a walkie talkie (just one), a plastic pith helmet, a stuffed chirping sparrow and a butter knife (cuz you never know when some toast might show up?)

It has not left his side. 

Firmly Attached to His Hip

He even slept with it. For real. 

You know, sometimes it is really hard to be the littlest. The big brothers get to go to vacation bible school and he doesn't. They are big enough to choose and play an instrument, and he's not quite old enough for the drum lessons that he desires so much. They get to go down the street to their friends' house, and he has to be accompanied. It's a tough row for a little man to hoe. 

But then, out of the clear blue, the postman rings, hands you a great big box and you are walking 10 feet tall, with smiles for miles. 

Guess what he's doing right now? 

Sitting on his go box, by the front door, watching for the postman. 

His boundless optimism astounds me, as does the wonderful friend who, in making his little heart flutter, made his mama's whole week, and then some. She's got style, that one. 
Allison Fouse June 17, 2008 at 2:10 pm

Awwwww!!! I’m so glad you found one, and I’m sure Ryder thinks you’re the bestest mommy ever right now. =)

amy June 17, 2008 at 2:11 pm

I saw that on her site today and thought some little guy is gonna freak out!! She rocks!

Molly June 17, 2008 at 2:33 pm

Aw. 🙂

Mama Urchin June 17, 2008 at 2:43 pm

That is so great.

Sarah June 17, 2008 at 3:05 pm

i freak out too with packages i don’t recognize. remember that whole anthrax scare a while back with the post office? and all the talk about terrorists? yeah…

Relyn June 17, 2008 at 3:29 pm

What a wonderful friend! Just hearing about such kindness puts a spring in my step and a grin on my face.

Maureen June 17, 2008 at 3:55 pm

Wow! What a wonderful idea! I wish my daughter was still small so I could make her one…

Hey, maybe *I* need one too!

Maureen June 17, 2008 at 3:55 pm

Wow! What a wonderful idea! I wish my daughter was still small so I could make her one…

Hey, maybe *I* need one too!

heather jane June 17, 2008 at 5:39 pm

Now that is a precious gift. I love his little hand perched in protection.

Julie @ Letter9 June 17, 2008 at 5:44 pm

Oh, I can just feel the bursting that must be going inside that little one. Hooray for Go Boxes. Hooray for the postman. Hooray for you guys!

golden June 17, 2008 at 6:33 pm

Awwww, that Heather is a sweet gal, isn’t she? I can just imagine the little guy busting out a grin! And it’s sucha pretty green!

Any idea where Heather got it? We only have dinky thrift stores around here.

OMSH June 17, 2008 at 11:45 pm

My favorite part (other than hearing what he’s stuffed in it AND that he slept with it) was that he’s shirtless.

My Kenny walks in the door and strips – the shirt is the first thing to go. It is freedom. It is a perk of being male. IT IS HOW TO HANDLE TEXAS SUMMERS.

I’m so glad he likes it – truly, that makes me all goose pimply. 🙂

gonzomama June 18, 2008 at 5:10 am

i think i would squeal too! what a great go box!

Mandy June 18, 2008 at 6:29 am

That Heather is something isn’t she? I too have a little one that I fear may explode before Kindergarten rolls around. She gets to go to “Big Girl School” with her big sisters and she asks me ever. single. day. when “school day” is. How awesome that Ryder got his Go Box!

suzy June 18, 2008 at 11:29 am

If I were Heather, I think my heart would be doing cartwheels right now…especially seeing that darling pic of Ryder’s chubby little hand and belly sidled up to his fancy new box. That sure is style…finding it, knowing that he’d love it, and not hesitating. That’s how everybody should treat each other.

Emily June 19, 2008 at 7:18 am

Oh goodness, my boys have the exact same reaction to the postman at the door! I think the little one was knocked over in the excitement the last time the doorbell rang.

I just love that he slept with it! How wonderful!

Llama Momma July 14, 2008 at 6:24 am

So, so sweet! Just clicked over from blog nosh, where I read about the go boxes. Fantastic idea!

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