Getting care packages is one of the primary perks of being a college student. I know that.
It’s supposed to help make up for the fact that you live in a 10′ x 10′ dorm room with only a microwave and a mini-fridge. That you have no money. And that you’re up to your ears in papers, projects, study groups, and ultimately, a week’s worth of grueling final exams .
I know all that. So, I was planning to be the perfect college mom, sending fun and festive care packages to my stepdaughter on a monthly basis.
OK, so I didn’t exactly send a care package every month.
I sent exactly one care package—at finals time. But it was pretty good: packages of cocoa, a new pair of gloves, Christmas candy, and a picture of her little brother holding a sign that said “Good Luck On Finals Steph!!”
It was during second semester that I really dropped the ball. The one and only “care package” I sent was when she asked me to mail her the winter scarf she had left behind. I couldn’t just send the scarf. How disappointing would that be?
I searched the cupboards and added some leftover packages of cocoa, a can of soup, and a half-used bottle of vitamins . Wow. It looked more like a box of junk than a care package.
Clearly, I’ve got to redeem myself this semester. But I’m at a loss. What’s really fun to get in a care package? Candy? Cash? A stress ball ?