Fingerprints

My daughter gave me a card last year for Mother’s Day. It has her fingerprints and a lovely poem. I was so touched and cried when I read it (and felt guilty because I am so particular when it comes to cleanliness!).

I know you get discouraged
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls
But everyday I am growing
I’ll be grown up some day
And all the smudges that I did
Will surely fade away
So here’s another bunch of them
Just so you can recall
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small

I realized how time flies so fast and soon, my priceless possessions will not anymore be mine. Whether I like it or not, I have to set them free and let them find those things that can make them happy on their own. Of course, I will still be there when they need me.

That’s why, while they are still small and so dependent on me, I make sure to fully savor every second I spent with them.