I packed her lunch nearly everyday...
slipping little treats in to make her know that she was loved..
you see she suffered dreadfully from 'teenage angst'..
she is a child after my own heart and I feel her pain so much sometimes...
and along with the little treats,
I would write her a small note
& tuck it into a special little fabric envelope that i had found at some op shop or other & then I would tie it with a piece of vintage blue ribbon.. it became a daily ritual of ours...
with words of love, miracles, angels and joy... and she kept each and every one
one year in her art class they were asked to produce a piece of altered art ~ and my darling daughter gathered all those notes, along with bits n pieces that I had given her and she created an altered cup & saucer. she glued each and every note onto the cup inside and out and she filled it with little treasures.. a crystal, some pearls, a couple of sweets and a fake flower.
the saucer had an entire note that I had tucked into her camp bag when she went away
And she gave it to me for Mothers day that year... I know it's not Mothers day til May, but when i spotted this cup in my dresser this morning, I just knew what todays' post was going to be about.