I remember when I was a little kid I liked getting mail so much that I made my own mail box for my own personal mail. We put it up on the side of the house, not where the mailman would go to, but it was there, my own mail box. A neighborhood friend anonymously dropped some presents in there for me. Some snacks, and a little pouch. Oh that made me so happy! The mail box didn't stay up for long though, and I can't remember why.
I know the picture on the right shows a birdhouse. But to me this looks like a perfectly cute personal mailbox for a child. I could see giving this to my girl when she's a little bigger and leaving little notes in it for her. Maybe it would be from her imaginary friend. Or maybe it would be notes from me, addressed as me, her Mama. If we keep it up long enough, this might be the only way we communicate during the difficult teen years! Oh, maybe I'll need my own mailbox too, so she can write back to me. My mailbox would look different. I think I'd like mine to look like the big postal mailboxes that you drop mail into. The blue or red ones, depending on where you live. I'd like a miniature version of that for myself.
Link to birdhouse on Etsy
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