
My Mother’s Day was so nice; the boys (the big one included) were all so good to me
Of course this day has turned into a very emotional one for me and to add to my own inner thoughts as I look in wonder at our three beautiful boys, I was given a card that Trey had made in preschool that sent me into a tailspin. Imagine knowing what we know and reading a poem such as this;
Sometimes I get discouraged
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls.
So far so good, I actually thought at this point that this card was specific to Trey and that every child may have had their own poem.
But everyday I’m growing-
I’ll be grown up someday
And all those tiny handprints
Will surely fade away.
Okay, so I lost it! I fell to pieces wishing so badly that this could be true for Trey too. Drake and Broc didn’t understand why I was crying until they read the card and I’m sure you could imagine how the sweet smile on Trey’s face turned into a look of confusion. I was so amazed at how ‘grownup’ Drake and Broc were and the fact that they could comprehend my feelings of sadness as I tried to read Trey’s mother’s day card aloud. Trey in his usual fashion, landed a wet kiss on my lips, looked into my eyes and smiled.
The poem ended with;
So here’s a little handprint
Just so you can recall
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small

I remembered these types of cards being the very best Mother’s Day gifts from Drake and Broc. I remember being so thankful that their teachers had the kids make handprints for me because it was something I hadn’t done since the boys were babies. This time around didn’t get the same reaction. I never thought something so straightforward like watching your child grow and admiring a simple handprint from them to recall how small they once were would bring about such sadness. I sat still praying silently that one day Trey too would grow and that one day I could compare his handprint from 2009 to one years later and be able to smile in amazement at how big all my boys have gotten. Please God hear my prayer

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