Gifts From The Heart

When my son was just 5 years old, he lamented about not having money of his own to buy me a "special" gift for xmas. I explained to him that he didn't need money to buy "special" gifts ...... he could make them with his hands and his heart...

That xmas , i had been making clay ornaments and so i gave him a chunk of the clay and told him that he could make me a gift with that. 

He looked  a bit perplexed but then he took it, asked for a few more things and went up to his room.....

...he spent several hours in there and when he was done, he covered my gift with a blanket and put a "Do Not Disturb" sign on his bedroom door.....

...I could hardly wait until Xmas morning to see what his little hands created.....

....it was one of these.....

And the first of many.....

because a tradition was born....

Each year he would ask for clay and each year he would spend hours in his room with the sign on the door making me some thing "special"...

 ....up until he was 18 years old and a senior in high school!

 He would always say "Oh Mom...you can't be asking me to make something for you out of clay again THIS year! I'm 15 years old"....or "i'm 16 years old"...and then "i'm almost 18!" But each year my answer was the same.....

I cherish these sweet clay angels, santas and snowmen more than any gift i've ever received. And , now, i cherish the memories of a boy who spent so many christmases making me something "special" with his hands and his heart.

Joyeux Noel mes amies!

I cherish our friendships.

Avec Amour,

~*~Michelle~*~