It did the trick. When I picked him up at the end of the day he smiled & whispered to me, "I found your note Mommy." And my heart exploded. So, I decided to do it again the next day. This one was a little fancier - a quick picture of our big orange kitty, Willie. Then it was a picture of our teeny tiny old lady cat, Slinky. Next up, Buddy Boy on a skateboard, followed by a Pittsburgh Steelers helmet. A sketch a day for the first week of school.
I know. You're in total awe of me now, aren't you. Because I'm such an incredible mom. So creative. So in love with her kid. Doing such wonderful little things to make him feel loved & secure. You wish you'd had a great idea like this. You wish you were an awesome mom like me.
That or else you're saying to yourself, "Oh what a stupid, stupid girl! What a colossal rookie mistake. She's really dug herself in deep. Boy-oh-boy does it suck to be her!"
Now I'll admit, I'm a creative person. I've got a BA in fine art to prove it. But let me tell you what I'm not. I am NOT a sketch artist. I am NOT a cartoonist. I can not draw for $#!+. I can push paint around pretty well, but do not expect me to do anything amazing with a pencil or a marker. And definitely don't get any bright ideas about being my partner for Pictionary.
These little notes have turned into the bane of my existence! I love my kid, but a line has got to be drawn -- and I'm NOT the gal to draw it.
~sigh~
So, every night now, instead of catching up with my reader or blogging, I slave over a 4" square piece of paper trying to come up with something that...well...looks like something. He wants one every day for the whole school year! All I wanted to do was write a little love note, but it seems I've created quite a monster.
