Sunday, August 28, 2005

I Love that Boy!

Adam was three and a quarter when little Emma was born; Haley was seven and a half. As you may recall from a previous post, Adam and Haley were both present for Emma's birth. A few days after her birth, Adam presented me with a "picture" that he had drawn, and then directed me to "Write my words, mummy". We often did that for his artwork - a dictated description of what he had created for those less well versed in scribble-interpretation. This one, though, was special: This thing still gets me all teary...


Blogger Misfit Hausfrau said...

That is so sweet!!! I treasure the artwork I have too.

8/28/2005 10:28:00 PM  
Blogger kimmyk said...

Too sweet.
And that's all.

8/28/2005 10:37:00 PM  
Blogger Candace said...

Aw! We did/do that, too; the dictated artwork description.


8/28/2005 11:27:00 PM  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Hausfrau, kimmy, misfit: Isn't this stuff great? Glad you liked it, too. I have to find a central storage area for this stuff, or I'm going to lose it. You'll note that this picture was a bit crumpled. It is indeed, sweet. Do you guys have a system?

8/29/2005 08:13:00 AM  
Blogger Candace said...

Right now I just keep large plastic tubs in one of the closest upstairs. Each kid has his/her own tub (with a lid). We write dates on the stuff we want to keep.

Eventually I'll incorporate a lot of the stuff into their scrapbooks. I'm only on year one for Christopher, but I have grand plans!

Christopher's larger artwork (and it's quite good; I may do a post on just that today) will eventually be framed to hang on the walls.

8/29/2005 09:26:00 AM  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Misfit: my aunt (only 7 years older than me, and with four boys) had a system that incorporated samples of their school work as well. Do you have those fancy-schmancy scrapbooks with the cut outs and edging and little word balloons? I fear that with my youngest entering grade 7 in the fall, this sort of thing is probably too late for me. I don't know where half the stuff is - I found that note when I was trying to find something else in the bedlam that is our basement.

Poop. :-)

8/29/2005 09:35:00 AM  
Blogger snaars said...

That message is adorable.

Many years ago, I got a visit from my grandmother and she had a surprise for me: a big zip-lock bag containing little mementos and all sorts of drawings I had done at her house when I was a kid. It wasn't anything fancy, just stuff she had saved up. I still have it; it brings back a lot of good memories.

8/29/2005 10:00:00 AM  
Blogger Candace said...

Don't feel badly, Mary, or feel like you've missed the boat.

My mother, on my wedding day, gave me an album (nothing fancy, just the plastic pages) of little pages of artwork I had done through my school years, ribbons I had won, great report cards (there weren't that many!), a few was WONDERFUL. She said she had been saving stuff for YEARS and finally went through it all. She put in the best of the best and threw the rest away, guilt-free.

Of course, I burst into tears at the thought of my mother laboring over that album, meaning to give it to me on my wedding day...sort of "realeasing" my childhood.

Oh, crap. I'm all teary now.

8/29/2005 12:31:00 PM  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Oh, that's so nice! And you've given me something to hold on to: though I may not have done such a good job of saving my own childrens' stuff, there's always the possibility of GRANDCHILDREN!! Woo-hoo!

Oh, and Haley, in case you're reading this? No pressure, sweetie: I don't want any from you for AT LEAST five years! I want you to have the fun of being a grown-up for a bit, all on your own, first. Maybe ten, or even fifteen!

8/29/2005 12:35:00 PM  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Years, that is, not grandchildren. Please. :-)

8/29/2005 12:35:00 PM  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Misfit: you must have posted your comment while I was composing mine, and I didn't see it till just now.

What a beautiful thing for your mother to do! Those gifts are worth the very most, aren't they, because they show you how much you've been loved all your life.

Okay. I really MUST get my act together so I can do something like that for my kids. I'm inspired!

8/29/2005 01:20:00 PM  
Blogger Susan said...

My god, people, I'm all weepy just reading the comments--and I already needed a kleenex when I finished the actual POST. Sheesh.

Misfit, I love the plastic boxes idea. We have piles and piles and PILES of I don't know what all on the boys' desks, but it needs to go somewhere. And that's a great idea.

Now stop with the sentiment, will ya?

8/29/2005 02:38:00 PM  
Blogger LoryKC said...

Such great ideas! We have an old chest of drawers in the basement and I just keep stuffing the drawers with their art. Not the best way to display things...

8/29/2005 10:16:00 PM  
Blogger Haley said...

Phew, good Mum. You scared me there. 15 grandchildren in 5 years? How would I possibly live up to that expectation? Fertility drugs here I come...

8/30/2005 12:23:00 PM  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Phew, indeed. Glad we're on the same page on this one.

8/30/2005 12:35:00 PM  

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