"Do you like my dress?"
she asked of a passing stranger. "My
mommy made it just for me." She said with a tear in her eye.
"Well, I think it's very
pretty, so tell me little one, why are you crying?"
With a quiver in her voice
the little girl answered. "After Mommy made me this dress, she
had to go away."
"Well now," said the lady,
"with a little girl like you waiting for her, I'm sure she'll be
right back."
"No, ma'am, you don't
understand," said the child through her tears, "my Daddy said that
she's up in heaven now with Grandfather."
Finally the woman realized
what the child meant, and why she was crying. Kneeling down
she gently cradled the child in her arms and together they cried for
the mommy that was gone.
Then suddenly the little
girl did something that the woman thought was a bit strange. She
stopped crying, stepped back from the woman and began to sing.
She sang so softly that it was almost a whisper. It was the
sweetest sound the woman had ever heard, almost like the song of a
very small bird.
After the child stopped
singing she explained to the lady "My mommy used to sing that song
to me before she went away, and she made me promise to sing it
whenever I started crying and it would make me stop. See," she
exclaimed, "it did, and now my eyes are dry!"
As the woman turned to go,
the little girl grabbed her sleeve, "Lady, can you stay just a
minute? I want to show you something."
"Of course," she answered,
"what do you want me to see?"
Pointing to a spot on her
dress, she said, "Right here is where my Mommy kissed my dress, and
here," pointing to another spot, " and here is another kiss, and
here, and here. Mommy said that she put all those kisses on my
dress so that I would have her kisses for every boo-boo that made me
cry."
Then the lady realized that
she wasn't just looking at a dress, no, she was looking at a Mother
who knew that she was going away and would not be there to kiss away
the hurts that she knew her daughter would get. So she took
all the love she had for her beautiful little girl and put them into
this dress, that her child now so proudly wore. She no longer
saw a little girl in a simple dress, she saw a child wrapped in her
Mother's love.
Author Unknown ~ Courtesy
of
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