I appreciate so MUCH your emails and Facebook messages, and oh, the phone calls. Some of those phone calls have come at such a critical moment. And I'm humbled by your cards and gifts. Everything from beads to a motivational pencil to a sweet glass piglet has been delivered to my bedroom and they all bring me to tears. I don't deserve the kindness, but I'm so grateful for it.
|A Kind Cornucopia from a lovely blog reader.|
Unfortunately, I had to cancel a large craft show this weekend. HUGE bummer on many fronts, but there just was no way. No. Way. I was feeling really grumpy about it when I started sifting through Zack's Thursday Folder. The Thursday Folder is a folder the teacher sends home with their graded work for the week. Nestled in between fraction worksheets and pages about the fifty states was a worksheet on families. Zack had to pick a family member he admired and what traits they had he liked.
Oh, huge lump in the throat. He picked me.
In his best 4th grade penmanship, he wrote that I was "artistic, awesome, pretty, kind, cool, loving, short, and understands me." And then he said he was like me by being "artistic, cool, kind, loving, awesome, and, short."
|Bracelet by Cindy Cima Edwards using one of Zack's charms, in this month's BeadTrends magazine.|
Bless his heart.
We may be short here, but we cram every inch of our beings with love and care.
In the middle of all the not-fun-at-all stuff I'm dealing with, I'm constantly (CONSTANTLY) worried about being a good mother in the middle of it. This sheet of paper pretty much took the sting out of the wounds. wounds I've given myself, because it's obvious I'm loved. It warmed my tired heart to know what he thinks of me and more important, what he thinks of himself.
I hope all of YOU know how very much you're appreciated. I have been remiss in keeping up with email and messages ... it took a Herculean effort to write this. But I hope some of you will read this and know, without a doubt, that I do not take you for granted.
Better days are coming. I believe this. And then it will be my turn to shower you with more than just my mental thoughts of love and respect. I owe you all so much.
You have no idea.