You may see a broken pot, but I see a broken heart! On a school day just before Mother's Day, I was picking up the kids from school. Leah was walking, so slowly, focusing very closely on a bag she was carrying, with two hands at all times, and with both eyes on the bag. She made it to the van and got in. She said it was a surprise and that I shouldn't look. It was my gift she had made for me. She brought it home and was keeping it safe for Mother's Day. She did a great job! She and Anne had also made a gift for me at home and they had put in carefully up on the mantle in the family room to wait for the special day.
Well, it may have been Friday afternoon or Saturday when Leah decided she wanted the gift bag from school to also be on the mantle. She reached as high as she could to push it onto the ledge, and in an instant, I heard crying. She came running, full of tears, to tell me that she had dropped the bag and it fell on the bricks and the gift had broken. She was so sad that I almost cried! She was so proud of her creation and so sad that it broke. Poor girl.
After a lot of hugs and reassurance, she felt better about the accident and knew I would love the gift no matter what. I told her I would glue it all back together, no problem. That made her happy, too. So this week, we spent some time planting other flowers. She planted hers all by herself so that we would have the empty pot to glue back together. I'm sure she'll help take good care of it this summer! The cute little gift came with this poem:
"My fingers are the petals.
My thumbprint is the seed.
Put them both together -
A flower made by me!"
The pot has little finger and thumbprints. Most definitely a happy Mother's Day for this mom!
