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Princess_Erin_Jo
November 13, 2004

Bittersweet

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Did this for the brown color challenge-- it's been done for a week but I haven't been able to get online till now! It's a scraplift from the November/December issue of Simple Scrapbooks, although it doesn't look much like the original b/c her colors were red,white, and blue!!! To get the pic on the left I sized it how I wanted in my photo editing software, desaturated it to black and white, and then changed the brightness till it was almost washed out. Then I imported it into the left-hand column in my word processor and printed the whole thing on vellum. I am so happy with how it turned out!

The journalling says:
Watching you grow into a little boy is sucha bittersweet experience. I love the boy you are today-- funny, smart, creative, so full of personality. You're fun to be around (at least most of the time) because the whole world is such an adventure to you. I am fascinated by the simple things that fascinate you-- you love flags, animals, other children, and paging through grown-up books whenever you can get away with it. Your childish logic makes me smile-- why shouldn't a pond be called a "bath" anyway? Sometimes it almost scares me when I realize how fast you're learning new words and concepts; it seems like every day I hear something new in that cute little voice of yorus. I look at you-- you're so tall, your knees are brown, your clothes are messy from playing-- and I wonder what happened to that sweet newborn I carried and cuddled. That baby is gone forever, and that's the bittersweet part of motherhood. I can't keep you from growing and changing and becoming independent any more than I can keep myself from growing gray or getting crow's feet. I wouldn't be right and it wouldn't be healthy. Besides, although letting go of my sweet helpless infant is difficult, letting go is what being a parent is all about. And as I force myself to let go of even your chubby knees and your baby babble, I realize that in return I receive a precious little boy to love and teach and nurture-- a little boy who knows his name is "yi-yen," who can count to eight (nun-two-fwee-fahv-eet), who watches "moomies" and listens to the "yay-yo" and eats "see-yo" for breakfast. A little boy who thinks he has to sit on the couch when I give him medicine and starts asking to take his shoes off as soon as we pullin the driveway and begs to "eant" every time he sees the golden arches. A little boy who gives Mommy a "tiss" on the "keepk" (and the "other one keepk"), grins that endearing dimpled grin (who knew you could get dimples at eighteen months?), and then runs off again to "pay." A little boy whom I love so much I can hardly stand it. Sometimes I wish for my precious baby back-- just for a moment, but I wouldn't trade my little boy for a baby in a million years. You make me laugh even as you terrorize my world. I love you, my son. August 9, 2004

Products:
patterned paper: provocraft
cardstock and mini brads: making memories
vellum
ink
hope charm


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