Daddy and I went to the store the other day and bought crayons. We had crayons in the house already and I have seen my big sisters doing something called coloring where they make pictures pretty, but I have never had them in my hands for very long before because Mama told me that I wasn’t quite ready for the little ones yet and that I would crush them with my little hands. Daddy got me big, wide ones made for me. They are something called “washable,” which my Mama says is really important because I don’t know what to make art on and what not to make art on yet.
They fit my hands just right, and I can put them against the giant paper pad that Daddy bought and color appears. Daddy sat and showed me how, and he even drew me a picture that Mama read and told me says “I love Dorian” with little sunshines and hearts on it.
I don’t really get how to do it yet, though, because when I put my hand against the paper I get little lines that you can barely see, and when Daddy or Mommy does it, they get bright and darker color on the paper. I sat right on the table, my favorite place to sit (which worries Mama silly) and I drew. I didn’t make any pictures, but I did get some scribbles on there for all the world to see. Daddy said that it is beautiful because all art is beautiful, and it is my creation so he loves it… even though it is barely there.
I love my new crayons most, though, because I can put them in the box and take them back out again, over and over and over. I can also scoot around with them in my hands and they are easy to hold on to. Later, when my hands work more like I want for them to, I can make crayon art like my big sisters, and I will make beautiful pictures like the ones that I see in my dreams. Until then, my crayon friends, you can nap in the box and I will get you out to play and to practice.
Today I woke up and snuggled with my Mama. This is my normal routine before eating and getting going with my day, but Daddy told me that today was a day for just her, just for Mommies. I don’t know how many Mommies are out there, but Daddy said that just like there are many kids like me in the world that there are also many, many Mommies that love their kids as much as she does. I don’t know how anyone could do what Mama does because she does a lot for me, but Mommy says that all Mommies and Daddies are some of the biggest heroes in the world. I know that my Mama and Daddy are my heroes. They always save me when I’m crying.
Daddy was really nice to Mama and said that he was going to make her dinner tonight. I love when dinner happens because Mama and Daddy let me taste some, too. Mama says Daddy is a great cook and that she loves it when he makes food because it is so, so yummy. I think that she is right because although I haven’t had that much food yet, his seems to taste best.
I have been trying to be nice to Mama today, snuggling up a lot and sleeping peacefully. Mama says that I am doing the best job ever and that this the only thing she wanted for Mother’s Day. That’s good because I’m giving all that I can give. I’m not really doing anything, but she seems happy just to hold me. I love my Mama so, so much, and I guess that she can tell even though I can’t say it yet, because she seems to feel the peace that I feel when I am in my Mama’s arms. Happy Mama’s Day, Mama, and Happy Mother’s Day to all of those Mamas out there just like her.