My 16-year-old daughter made this Puff the Magic Dragon (one of my favorite characters when I was a kid) figurine out of modeling clay and gave it to me for my birthday today. Her artistic abilities constantly blow me away. If I had set out to make any sort of figurine out of clay, the best I could do would be a lopsided Frosty the Snowman.
I love getting homemade gifts from my kids. They are always so thoughtful. My 14-year-old daughter also made me a clay figurine. Her artistic abilities are more inline with mine. It was a cookie cutter shaped heart with “Mom” carved into it. Still just as sweet and appreciated.
My 11-year-old son wrote me a poem. At first I thought he might have copied it from something he saw online, but when I got to the line about “my mom talks to me with funny voices when I am upset and it makes me feel better” I knew it all came from him.
I have a box full of these precious mementos. It’s fun to go through them all once in a while. Time sure does fly. My oldest will be a junior in high school in the fall! The giant countdown clock is ticking way too quickly for me.
But hopefully, if I play my cards right, I won’t end up like Puff, sadly slipping into a cave once my kids are grown and gone. While I wish them all the freedom and independence they deserve, I would also like them to still need me. Not to provide them with a basement to live in until they’re 40 kind of “need”, but for guidance, a strong shoulder, a kind word, encouragement and the occasional, “What the heck were you thinking?!” I also hope that when they are grown up, they still give me homemade gifts. They are the best thing in the world!