Thanks Mom

For a brief moment in time my sister and I were Brownies. I was so excited. And then I hated it.  I hated because of Rachel Ferguson. Her mom was the leader and she thought she was the shiz.  One day at Brownies we were making necklaces  by melting plastic of some sort and gluing beads to them. I messed mine up and I knew it and of course Rachel had to say something about how ugly mine was. I was probably in third or fourth grade. I was devastated. I knew it was ugly but she didn't need to say anything. (We are not Facebook friends now, in case you were wondering.) I took my little necklace and broach home and told my mom how ugly they were and how sad I was that they were ugly. Being the good mom that she is , my mom told me they were beautiful and then wore them.  A lot. Enough that I actual thought she liked them and that they looked good. It was probably when I  was in college that for some reason I decided to go through her jewelry and found  these little treasures. They were as ugly as the day I made them. And my poor mom had worn them. For years. To make me feel good about myself.

Rex made me a shrink dink necklace at Joy School for Christmas. He was so excited to give it to me that he told me what it was weeks in advance. And thanks to my mom and her awesome example, I wear it. Not tons. But I wear it. Rex likes to tell me about each thing on the necklace every time I wear it-especially how he colored the shrinky dink and the big button. I get lots of comments from other people--the same one usually-did your kid make you that? And I very proudly answer. Yes, yes he did. It is awesome. And to be honest, I really do like it. It's got a certain my-three-year-old-made-this-because-he's-super-talented vibe to it.