Tuesday, January 30, 2007


Anna has a very touching post on her blog about she has resisted the impulse to clean her son's handprint off the wall under the lightswitch. It got me to thinking about one of Son #1's art projects from kindergarten in 2000. Below is a photo and I'll post the poem underneath because I don't think you can read it from the picture.

The poem says:

Sometimes you get discouraged
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
on furniture and walls.

But everyday I'm growing...
I'll be grown up someday
And all those tiny handprints
will surely fade away.

So here's a final handprint
Jus so you can recall
Exactly how my fingers looked
when I was very small.

(author unknown)


Anonymous said...

Oh I love this poem! We made sweatshirts for the parents when I worked at a home day care! They all loved them. I think a frame picture would have been nicer, so they could have hung it...I doubt any of them actually wore the sweatshirt!

Anonymous said...

Oh, we do this at the day school I teach at!! I LOVE that! I have one for both of my kids. I just love the words of that poem.

Nicole said...

I loved Anna's post too!! We do this handprint art the Mother's Day Out that I teach at too. I love it. It is so sweet and it always lets you remember how tiny their hands really were.

Jules said...

That is funny. I was just looking through MY baby albums with my oldest, Jamie, and there was an art project with my handprint and a poem. I copied the poem so that I could make a page for each of my girls' albums with their handprint and age.

Funny how time can seem to stand still in a sense when looking at something like that!


Jules said...

i forgot to mention that it was the SAME poem that your son had!

Lala's world said...

my kids did that too in Kindergarten. I just love it!

Elle*Bee said...

Apparently it's a pretty popular poem! My sis-in-law did one for Son #2 but I couldn't put my fingers on it (it's probably in his baby book). Son #1's - in the photo - is laminated, which is why it's still on the fridge. My non-blogging sister read the post and emailed me to tell me that her mother-in-law made a ceramic tray with the handprints of my 4 neices and nephews and the exact same poem. Makes me feel a bit less guilty about wiping away the smudges on the wall (besides, when they're 9 and 11, their grimy handprints just aren't as cute. ha ha)

jules, I bet you have an awesome scrapbook for your kids, don't you?

Just Being Me said...

I was on another blog and wanted to check out yours. I am a pastor's wife and I loved your poem. I also read the previous post and I don't think your skin needs to be thicker. I like your style of writing and I'll be back to check it again. Thank you. Nadine