The 6 Year Old Artist

This weekend I went to Nuffnang Blogopolis.

It was awesome.

I plan to tell you all about it, but for now I want to talk about my weekend in terms of motherhood.

I am a mother who indulges in a getaway every once in a while.  I am OK with time out from my family.  Happiness beyond my family makes me appreciate happiness with my family even more.

Yesterday in the midst of an Aviation Crisis (tongue in cheek) I had to break it to my children, that whilst I had hoped to be home in time to share dinner with them, I would not in fact make it home until they were fast asleep.

I felt a little sad.  I'd had an awesome weekend and I was keen to get home and reunite with my family.  I knew that I was breaking their little hearts.

But today I woke to lots of love.

Lulu produced her beautiful pieces of art that she'd been working on over the course of the weekend, especially for me, because.... I am loved.

I feel in love this with this piece.  As I told her it was my favourite, she informed me it was Dad's favourite too.

I loved it so much and granted Rod did too, I decided to frame it. 

My 6 year old Artist.  Her work was worthy of that.

Her picture was painted on an IKEA paper roll.  I trimmed it to fit the frame size (also from IKEA).

Rod is going to install some picture ledges on my bedroom wall this week.  And this baby is going up there.

So each night when I hope into bed, I'll see it and I'll be reminded, regardless of the day we have had, good or not so much.  I am loved.

Cheers


Mandy