Rama had an early Mother's day gift for me.
Rama: I can't wait for Mother's Day, Mommy. I made something for you. It's a handprint. Color purple, 'cause that's your favorite color. And I learned a poem for you.
For My Mommy
Sometimes you get so discouraged
Because I am so small
And I always get my fingerprints
On the furniture and the wall
But everyday, I'm growing up
And soon I'll be so tall
That all those little fingerprints
Will be gone beyond recall
So here's a little handprint
That you can put away
And remember how my fingers
Looked in kindergarten in May
This she recited perfectly. (Props to her teacher, Mrs. Shearham, for teaching this heartwarming poem to the kids). The handprint, though, will come on Sunday. This was just a sneak preview.
Me: I love it, Rama! But you know what, the first part of the poem, not so true. I'm never discouraged!
Rama: I know. You don't really get upset. But just in case.