She made a poem with my name, and drew a picture of me with brown hair. This is important because it marks the first time she’s drawn me with brown hair – she usually draws me with blonde. I thought it was a phase and I waited for this “wishing mommy was a blonde” thing to pass but it didn’t. So Fiona and I did an intervention on her one day. Fi said, “Do you realize that Mommy has brown hair, not blonde?” and she kept drawing me with the long flowy mermaid hair for a few more pictures…until today. (-:
Also important to note: I am not Irish.
A Mother’s Day Poem
by Ella, age 7