The Christmas Card Crew.

by Leslie Morgan Steiner


I know you’re sick of Christmas cards – it is January. Or maybe you never liked them. Don’t send ‘em. Ridicule the parents who write long-winded holiday updates filled with exclamation marks about how darn special the kids are turning out.


But I just wanted to pause to salute the women I keep in touch with only through the cards we send each December. All of these women I met through work, one way or another. Many are classmates from business school. Others are moms I worked with at various companies before we were moms. Most I have not seen in person in at least 10 or 20 years. We’ve been too busy to call, email or visit regularly. In between cards, I have no clue where they live, work or how old their kids are. But these women – through the cards others might well deem sappy or self-congratulatory -- provide me psychic sustenance and support.


For instance, Nicole’s new return address. Last I saw her, she and I were tearfully packing up our four collective babies and two rent-controlled New York City apartments to follow our respective husbands – me to Minneapolis, Nicole to Texas -- where great careers awaited our men. Neither of us knew what awaited us. It has taken Nicole over a decade to find her way back to Manhattan, but the little rectangle on her envelope quietly declared she’d survived the Lone Star state.


Janet, the prettiest girl in our b-school class, titled her 2009 newsletter “A Very Blessed Year.” Her breast cancer has returned, multiplying and spreading along the way. Forty tumors in her liver alone, she wrote. Up and down her spine. Now she is on medical leave, plus Avastin and Abraxane, indefinitely. No husband. No kids. Many, many friends.


Laura sends pictures from western mountains I’ve never climbed, where she has kept her marketing and sales career and her family thriving, despite making interstate moves every other year to support her husband’s career rather than her own. She looks ridiculously happy in each annual photo. Not me – I’d have killed my husband or given up my work by now if I’d had to resettle myself and three young sons so frequently.


Love this article and love the holiday cards from all of my "card-only" friends. I feel like we're still out there supporting each other and pulling together even though we don't see each other anymore. I like to see if their kids are growing up to look like them - I'm sure they are doing the same for me. There's a little bit of sadness when one drops off my list or if I drop off theirs.

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We have so many more friends than we actually realize on a daily basis. Moms who silently admire us from across the playground or the cafeteria at work...we don't tell each other often enough how much we respect our respective juggling acts. It's especially hard when you are working fulltime, corporate style (eg no flextime), with very young kids. When that was my life, I used to joke that my best friends were the moms I ignored for months and then they took my calls when I phoned sobbing at 7 am on a random sunday morning. And I was NOT joking!


I agree. I'm still very much in the throes of balancing 2 young kids, a full-time coporate gig and life in general. I long to have more close female friendships, but the cards I do receive remind me that they are out there - even if we don't get together like we once did.


I love this article! I'm right there with you. I love getting the Christmas/Holiday cards and seeing where people are and how they are doing. This year was a so-so haul. I think a lot of people just didn't send cards (or I got crossed off of a lot of lists...I prefer to think the former).