Last week, my sister went to a conference with Piper’s preschool teacher. Glowing reports all around. How warm she is. How lively she is. How generous she is.
Then the teacher told the story of what happened on Valentine’s Day.
Apparently, in the days leading up to Valentine’s, the kids were given the option to create handmade cards at the craft station during free time. Piper was over there constantly, exclusively. She didn’t play; she made cards. For everyone. All the kids. Her teachers. She already HAD store-bought cards to pass out, and still, she made more. But that’s Piper. She just LOVES art. She gets easily bored with toys, but never, EVER, with drawing and doodling and scribbling and painting.
So that’s what she did. While the other kids played around her, Piper made her cards.
The teacher reached into her bag and pulled out her card from Piper.
It was a card she’d selected from a stash of blank cards. It had a picture on the front, but Piper had liberally decorated the inside. She’d also included a special message, carefully copying the lettering she had in front of her.
Here is what the card said:
“wash
able cra
yola markers
love, piper”
That kid.