Sunday is Mother's Day and also my birthday. I turned up to pick up Emma from childcare this afternoon and I found that we had all been given a beautiful laminated photo of our baby, with their hand print on the back, a beautiful poem talking about the passing of time and how we're going to want to remember what our babies looked like when they were little, with "Happy Mother's Day" written on it. That's enough to make me tear up right there. And they had made two of them for us. No awkwardness, no humming and hahhing about which of us to give it to. They even used different photos so they're not identical.
As if that wasn't enough, across the doorway was a long, six-foot poster that said "Happy Birthday Anna", with the footprints of all the babies in Emma's group, and some beautiful photos of Emma in action at childcare. I was incredibly moved. Some of the kids still had paint on their feet from the project.
It made me happy. In a really uncomplicated, pure kind of way. Happy that people had taken the time to do something so kind for me. Happy to have photos of my beautiful daughter smiling at me. Happy to have a piece of artwork with babies' feet all over it. Happy that Emmy is in such a wonderful place where she learns how to get covered in paint at the same time as she learns how to do nice things for people.
And very, very happy to have the kind of sappy partner who thinks to suggest it in the first place.
I expect I will keep it forever.
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