Tears began rolling down my cheeks.
“But why were you making her close her eyes?”
Dad smiled gently.Get Parenting Tips
“Because every week, I added something new. She’d close her eyes at the doorway while I arranged the boats. Then she’d come inside and guess what had changed. Sometimes we’d paint the little boats together.”
He showed me a small blue boat.
“Emily made this one. She said it’s for Mommy.”
I picked it up.
On the side, in uneven children’s handwriting, were the words:
“For Mommy. This is your childhood boat.”
I burst into tears.
Dad looked at me.Get Parenting Tips
“I knew you’d be angry if you saw that I’d turned the bathroom into a workshop. You always tell me I can’t sit still and that I’m constantly building something.”
He tried to smile.
“I wanted to recreate everything your mother and I used to make for you before your birthday.”