格洛丽亚·吉文斯/GloriaGivens
Myyoungerson, Kelly, startedpreschoolwhenhewasfour, , soIaskedtheteacherifhewashavingproblems.“No, no.”sheassuredme.“Heisdoingfine-justinvolvedinacreativeproject.”
OnceIaskedthroughtheclassroomdoorifhewasreadytoleave, heyelled,“Don’tcomein!It’sasurprise.”SoIwaitedpatientlyeachdayuntilhefinallyemerged, smilingandmysterious.
“Whatareyoudoinginthere?”Iasked.
“Makingsomething.”hesaid.
?Helikedbuildingthingsbystackingalphabetblocks, thenattachingLincolnLogsuntilhemadeastructurebigenoughforparkinghisHotWheelcars.
Eventuallythedayarrivedwhenheledhisclassoutthedoorcarryinghiscreativeproject, -wrappedpackageashecarefullywalkedtothecar, .“Here, Mom, it’.”
-coloredmacaronipieces-red, yellow, green, purpleandeveryothercolorinhiscrayonbox.
“It’sbeautiful,”Isaid, holdingitcarefullyandturningitthiswayandthatsothesunshoneonitthroughthecarwindow.“Itlookslikearainbownecklace.”
Heleanedonmyarmandstaredatitwithme.“Imadeit,”hesaidconfidently,“allbymyself.”’sdad, .
AfterdinnerIleftonashortwalktothegrocerystoreforsomemilk.“Wait, Mom!Wait!”Kellyyelledasherandownthesidewalkafterme.“Youforgotyournecklace!”Ibentdown, andhetieditaroundmyneck.“Youlookpretty.”hesaid.
Mynew, brightlycoloredmacaroninecklacecausedquiteastiratthemarket.“Nicenecklace.”,“Oneofyourkidsmakeit?”,“Iwantone, too.”
NothingIhaveeverworncreatedmorecommentthanthatnecklace, andIworeitoften, enjoyingeveryword.
Overtime, however, , , schooleventsorGrandpa’, andIwouldmisswearingitforourspecialfamilyoccasions.
