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.
5 comments:
What a beautiful thing you both did for each other. My daughter had in fact left high school when I found something that Robert Louis Stevenson wrote, that reflected how I felt towards her, and seems reflected in your post also, which is so warm and loving.
Here is the poem:
"I will make you brooches
and toys for your delight
Of birdsong at morning
And starshine at night
I will make a palace
fit for you and me
Of green days in forests
And blue days at sea".
...we always wish for a little magic in the lives of those we love don't we, and it often rebounds in the most delightful ways.xxx
What a beautiful story! Then and now. A tea cup to cherish forever!
I love everything about this story! It shows the love you have for each other. Beautiful, thoughtful, creative....wonderful.
just beautiful, youve captured that mothers unending love!
It's those little things that memories are made of.
:-)
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