As a mother, I’ll all the time, all the time respect the thoughtfulness of a present of flowers from my kids. Sadly, I don’t know what to do with a flower that’s smaller than a blade of grass and that I’ve been instructed to treasure without end. Till now.
The opposite day, my daughter introduced me a bunch of what I believe are forget-me-nots. They have been tiny and stunning and he or she gave me a hug when she offered them to me. I set them down on the desk. A couple of minutes later, I used to be at my desk upstairs and heard her name: “Mother, you forgot your flowers.” She gave them to me once more.
At my desk, I’m surrounded by small presents from my youngsters. There’s a figurine fabricated from aluminum foil, a ladybug fabricated from Sculpey, some artwork made with these beads that stick along with water—you get the concept. So I turned to her and stated: “Are you able to make me a vase?”
She discovered some Play-Doh and I steered that she mildew it over her pinky finger. Minutes later, we had one thing vase-shaped that might roughly get up by itself, barely greater than an inch tall. By the subsequent day it was dry sufficient to carry a number of drops of water and assist a pint-sized bouquet of fleabane daisies.
To be clear, it is a disposable merchandise: Play-Doh shouldn’t be waterproof or notably sturdy. When this miniature vase falls aside, we might presumably make a Sculpey one collectively. (Sculpey may be sealed to make it waterproof.)
Or perhaps I’ll simply ask my daughter to make me one other Play-Doh vase. I’ll inform her I need an entire rainbow of them so I can select the one which matches my temper every day. Making a craft retains her busy, in any case—and I’ll love any present she provides me.