Little Words

 

As I was looking for my old sewing book to give to Dove, who is really getting into sewing with the machine BuffaloHeart gifted us last midwinter, I came across some magnetic poetry SunDaughter had given to me years ago.  The kids and I had so much fun making poems!  The poems certainly provided a window into their souls:

 

This one, from Panther...who else?

 

So Panther says to me, "mama, look!  It's you!" and points to one he made: 

 Yep, that's right.  My son thinks I am a hero.  Love it!

 

 

My creation:

 

And I save the most poignant for last, the sage advice of my eleven-year-old:

 

I couldn't fit the first word in the picture...It was "Center".  What I love most about this was that the first three words were already a part of the set, but she used the blank ones to write in the last four words herself...so this is what came from her inherently.  

 

I will never forget those nine years ago, when, at the age of two, clad in nothing but her BirthDay suit, with a sassy flick of her toddler-hair she laid down luxuriously and very non-chalantly yet confidently declared "I am on a Wise Woman path." 

 

I agree.