Who Cares I Do

Who Cares
There was green Playdough in the rug
Big deal, who cares?
My drywall now had a work of art
Created  by an imaginative four-year-old with a black magic marker.
Even way back then I realized something.
One day when all my children are in college
That rug can be replaced.
But the art work on the wall shall live there forever
Because I knew it would forever make me happy.
I was not wrong.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Hankins Avatar
August 25, 2021 at 1:45 PM
So wonderful. It reminded me of the time my daughter broke a lovely vase when she ran around the coffee table. I did not punish her or carry on like her mother. I simply told her that everything in our home belongs to all of us, and if something gets broken none of us can enjoy it anymore. She was much more careful after learning that. Keep the drawings forever, Caren. You care. She cares. I care. How's that for conjugation?
Krutsinger Avatar
August 26, 2021 at 6:13 AM
That is truly marvelous for you too! And for your daughter.
Bauer Avatar
August 25, 2021 at 12:44 PM
this made me smile, caren!
Krutsinger Avatar
August 26, 2021 at 6:13 AM
I encourage children to write on walls Ilene. They see that I do it too.
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