Not long ago I found a card I made for my father for Valentine's Day when I was about 6 years old. The crooked heart on the cover, the slanty handwriting, the mis-spelled words...some serious work went into this card. I loved reading it.
I think of the cards my boys will make for me through the years and the thought warms me.
My 5 year old Jack with his precise printing and my 3 year old Hudson so proud of his "H's". They put a lot of thought into their art.
There will come a day when the artwork isn't so plentiful. When it doesn't come in on a weekly or even monthly basis. There may come a day when they are too cool to give mom a Valentine's card or (big sigh) it's from a store.
I have to say some 20+ years later (oh all right 30+ years later) it's nice to know the card I made was appreciated.
I want my boys to know that I appreciate their cards, their artwork and their efforts right now. That what they make for me is cherished and loved.
Happy Valentine's Day...love those cards!
I know. They're so sweet. I was surprised this year when my daughter started school and all the amazing art projects stopped coming home, as they did in the years when she went to preschool. I had to adjust to the fact that she's learning all different types of subjects now. She still makes homemade cards (and books, and glue-and-paper projects) and brings home occasional art projects from school that are detailed and intentional. Such fun years!
ReplyDeleteYou're right to appreciate those cute cards now. It's sweet to see all of their effort that they put into making them.
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