It's Father's Day and in trying to make a card for Brian from Kathleen, I keep thinking about making handprints on the card. It's a classic image, a way to capture little hands to remember how little they once were, but I can't do it. Every time I think of making handprints, the memory rushes in of the social workers sitting with us, helping us make images of Henry's hands and feet after he died. Purple ink, nice paper. They sit in a fancy purple box that I've tucked away somewhere. So no handprints.
Instead I put a picture of her on the front, and when she gets up from her nap, I'll let her scribble a bit on the inside of the card. No memories there, for of course Henry never scribbled.
Brian worked last night and will sleep today, but maybe tomorrow, we'll have a family day—take Kathleen out in the canoe or take a walk at the local Audobon Society preserve, or just hang out together and dig a bit in the garden. Kathleen's had a lot of mommy time lately. Today is Father's Day, but I think tomorrow will be a daddy day.
I hope the Father's Day was good and that Daddy Day is better.
ReplyDeleteSeeing hand and foot-prints always makes me think of my little guy, too.
Oh I know what you mean about the foot and hand prints. I will always remember Hope's little red hands, stained from the ink the nurse used. I tried to take handprints of Angus when he was just a few weeks old, but it was practically impossible as he wriggled around and clasped his hands shut. I gave up for similar reasons.
ReplyDeleteHappy Father's Day to Brian.