Post by Rhonda on Sept 19, 2009 5:05:57 GMT -5
The Magic Jar Years~
~Cassie Marie Moore~
One day a mother brought home a small jar and gave
it to her little girl on her birthday. She told her
little girl that the jar was magic, and she could write
to her mommy about anything in the world, put it in
the jar, and later, in its place, there would be a note
for her. Soon the jar became a special part of their
lives.
The little girl loved to get letters from her mommy.
They always told her how special she was and had
lots of XXXXs and OOOOs on them. Often there
were reminders of something special they had
planned together the next day, or a good luck letter
if there was a dance recital coming up. Sometimes,
too, there would be a little gift in the jar and a note
telling her how proud her mommy was of her. She
kept all of her mommy's letters in a pretty box by
her bed.
The mother treasured each of her little girl's
letters, too. There were crayoned "I love yous," tea-
party invitations, requests for ballet slippers, and
even some Mother's Day cards that had been folded
and folded and folded just to fit in the jar. Those
always made the mother smile. There was one
where her little girl told her she was afraid of the
dark, and that very night a small light was placed
in her room, and all was well. Another favorite
came when their dog Muffin was expecting puppies;
there in the jar was a little note that read, "You're
going to be a grandma!" The mother kept all of
those very special letters safely tucked in a chest
at the end of her bed.
As the years went by, that little girl grew into a
young lady and then got married and started a
home of her own. For the first time, the jar sat
empty. The mother dusted the jar every day and
sometimes looked inside, remembering - sad that
the magic jar years had to end.
One day the young lady came to visit her mother.
She went straight to her mother's room, opened
the chest at the end of her bed, and found what
she was looking for. She folded the piece of paper
and put it in the jar, and handed it to her mother.
The mother opened the magic jar and there was
that note from so long ago, "You're going to be a
grandma!"
And when that baby boy was born months later,
there was the jar sitting in his nursery with a
blue bow tied around it, and a note that read,
"Magic jar years never end; they are always just
beginning."
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.
~Cassie Marie Moore~
One day a mother brought home a small jar and gave
it to her little girl on her birthday. She told her
little girl that the jar was magic, and she could write
to her mommy about anything in the world, put it in
the jar, and later, in its place, there would be a note
for her. Soon the jar became a special part of their
lives.
The little girl loved to get letters from her mommy.
They always told her how special she was and had
lots of XXXXs and OOOOs on them. Often there
were reminders of something special they had
planned together the next day, or a good luck letter
if there was a dance recital coming up. Sometimes,
too, there would be a little gift in the jar and a note
telling her how proud her mommy was of her. She
kept all of her mommy's letters in a pretty box by
her bed.
The mother treasured each of her little girl's
letters, too. There were crayoned "I love yous," tea-
party invitations, requests for ballet slippers, and
even some Mother's Day cards that had been folded
and folded and folded just to fit in the jar. Those
always made the mother smile. There was one
where her little girl told her she was afraid of the
dark, and that very night a small light was placed
in her room, and all was well. Another favorite
came when their dog Muffin was expecting puppies;
there in the jar was a little note that read, "You're
going to be a grandma!" The mother kept all of
those very special letters safely tucked in a chest
at the end of her bed.
As the years went by, that little girl grew into a
young lady and then got married and started a
home of her own. For the first time, the jar sat
empty. The mother dusted the jar every day and
sometimes looked inside, remembering - sad that
the magic jar years had to end.
One day the young lady came to visit her mother.
She went straight to her mother's room, opened
the chest at the end of her bed, and found what
she was looking for. She folded the piece of paper
and put it in the jar, and handed it to her mother.
The mother opened the magic jar and there was
that note from so long ago, "You're going to be a
grandma!"
And when that baby boy was born months later,
there was the jar sitting in his nursery with a
blue bow tied around it, and a note that read,
"Magic jar years never end; they are always just
beginning."
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.