i’ve been thinking a lot about care packages, those nondescript boxes that arrive in the mail and make your day. there’s a magical aspect to them. they come when you need them. they ask nothing of you. they let you know someone wants to add a bit of sunshine to an otherwise dreary time.
my favorite care packages were filled with grandma eva’s “angel kisses,” the lazy woman’s version of seven-layer bars. eva decided why bother with all that layering, when the bars taste the same going down if you toss the ingredients together in a bowl, throw them in a pan and bake them? i was not complaining. knowing that she was thinking of me saw me through homesickness, boy blues, and worse, whether at camp or college. the heady mix of chocolate chips, coconut and graham crackers bound together by sweetened condensed milk didn’t hurt, either.
recently, google’s been in the press about their death benefits to spouses, where they continue paying a deceased employee for a decade following his or her death. that’s one heck of a care package.
what if your employer were to send you a care package? what would it be filled with? would it be filled with a death benefit, like google’s? would it be filled with more vacation time? flextime so you could be with your family? something even smaller? i’m curious.