She didn't want to hear about my work. No way. Nuh-un. Not a word about it. Mommy's work was a non-starter.
So I didn't press it. If she wanted to know where I was all day then I'd just have to wait for her to come around to asking.
It was about two weeks into my job when she finally asked what I did during her weekdays. So I explained and she listened, then she was quiet. She then asked if my coworkers had kids (they do) and if they come to work (they don't). I let that sit for a while and it seemed like the conversation was over.
Then I remembered that most of my coworkers with kids had their children's artwork displayed somewhere on their desk -- or at least I hope it's their children's art work because if it isn't... well good for them for trying to draw their family. Anyway. I told G that most of them had pictures on their desk done by their kids. She nodded and that was what I thought was the end of the conversation.
The next morning I was presented with the following ink on paper drawing. She told me it was us on the day she sprouted her first tooth and it was for my desk at work.
|First Tooth (medium: pen and paper)|
So have you created a virtual corner for your child's artwork on your blog before it's