Do you know what that is? That is a pinch pot. My pinch pot. My special pinch pot that my son made me at school. This is not just any ordinary pinch pot though. My little boy who never has two words to say about his day at school or two seconds to stop and talk to me about it has been telling me about this pot for several weeks. Each week when he got to work on it he was SO proud. Each week he would tell me "Mommy, I painted it your favorite colors", "Mommy, I got to fire it today!!!" and so on. So let me tell you that when he literally flew in the house Friday and dropped to his knees to search his bookbag my heart was in my throat. He took out this little pot and you know what. I cried. I cried like a baby. I cried from happiness at that look of pride at what he had made his Mommy. There is no Oscar, no award, no medal I could earn that would ever mean more to me then this little pinch pot. Just like that we sat at the table and he told me about every detail of making that pot. You know what, I hung on every word.




Me and the little sculptor