Me: This? It’s like a clothesline, but for your drawings. We are going to hang this and then I have more room to hang your art in the house.
Me: Yup. We may put one in each room.
Hank: All over the house?
Me: Sure. Papa and I love your art.
Hank: Are you proud of me because I am an artist?
Me: No. I am proud of you because you are you. I am proud of your because you do your best everyday. And I would still be proud of you if you were a rocket scientist, or a vet, or a star trooper, or a time lord, or a carpenter, or a rock star. You make me proud because of your heart and when you work hard it is yet another thing that shows me who you are.
Hank: I am proud of you because you are my mama.
Me: (from a hug) Somos um belo par de jarras, não? (Well, aren’t we a pair of jars?) Thanks, dude.
Me: “…Put there by mother. ‘Cause mother loves art.” ***
Hank: I love that book.
Me: That is one good read. Are you all set?
Hank: Wait. I need my blue blanket.
Me: (riffling sheets) Here he is.
Hank: I was thinking. Can I keep this blue blanket until I am… well, forever?
Hank: And then I could hang it on my wall and I can remember all my memories. Like this day: when you read me this book, in your bathrobe, with your hair up in that towel, and that cream all over your face (face mask). This is a good memory.
Me: What an idea.
Hank: And I have so many memories in this blanket so when I see it I will get a new memory. Like I get in the day when I remember something that happened yesterday or last week, but the memories will be with blue blanket and I will write them down or just leave them in my heart.
Me: What a lovely future you will have.
Hank: (smiling into his blanket) Good night, mama.