We didn’t do anything really special for Mother’s Day, I don’t like to make a fuss about it – but my wonderful little girl did go to the trouble of writing two poems, without any help from anyone else. I just want to record them now, so that I can cling onto the cute 6 year old sentiment and look back on it fondly when she’s a stroppy 16 year old who is too embarrassed to spend time with her mother. I’ve inserted ‘Darlek’ in the bit where she wrote her name, obviously she’s not writing about growing Darleks. That’d be Dr Who territory. Anyway! I’ve left all the spelling mistakes in because they add character, but will translate underneath.
happy sun loaw happy sun hiy
happy sun make my Darlek grow
Translated as: Happy sun low, Happy sun high, Happy sun make my Darlek grow.
And then she wrote another one which is just beautiful if you ask me. Instead of spaces between the words, Darlek drew little individual flowers. So I have a poem and a flower meadow on a page. What more could a mother want!
my mum is jus rit
she tiid my room and
she tai me to scool
and she maikcs my dinerr
and she plais wiv me
and she helps me wiv my hoawerck
and she pust me ta Bed
and she macks baisluts fo me
she is soo lucke to hav me.
Translated as: ‘My mum is just right, she tidies my room and she takes me to school and she makes my dinner, and she plays with me and she helps me with my homework, and she puts me to bed and she makes bracelets for me. She is so lucky to have me.’
Sausage proudly brought a card home from nursery. It had a cut out footprint in green, with a cut out hand print in blue stuck at the top of it. I think the foot bit was meant to look like a flower stalk and the hand was meant to be the flower – if I’m being honest it makes it look a bit like a foot with wierd jointed long toes, but that’s by the by! There’s a poem cut out and stuck in the middle of it that says:
‘Sometimes you get discouraged
because I am so small
And leave my little fingerprints
On furniture and walls.
But every day I’m growing
And soon will be so tall
That all these little fingerprints
Will be difficult to recall.
So here’s a little handprint
that you can put away.
So you will know how my fingers looked
on this special day.’
The last line of Darlek’s poem sums it all up perfectly for me. I am ‘so lucke’ to have my gorgeous girl and my beautiful boy. Life is sweet! :O)