My children have no idea what gift they can get their dad for Father’s Day, that is if they even know or care that the day is here with us. They are three and one.
I had thought to go get my husband, their dad, a gift and indicate that it is from them. Then I had a brilliant idea.
It is brilliant because it will bring warmth to their dad’s heart now, but more so in the future.
It is brilliant because the gift really comes from them, not me.
It is brilliant because it is something I could never give him, even if I wanted.
It is brilliant because preparing it is so much fun for them.
It is brilliant because now the older one will have vivid ideas and memories about Father’s Day.
It is brilliant because it is unrepeatable in the same form as it is on this Father’s Day.
It is brilliant because it arouses their creativity.
It is brilliant because it gives the pre-schooler an interest to read and to write.
It is brilliant because they will love it when they have their own children.
It is brilliant because it is cheap and their mama is a born and bred bargain-hunter.
And it is brilliant because it needs only these three things:
Pink is my first born favorite colour. She calls the shots, because the younger one can’t yet speak. We mixed the pink paint with a likkle water. (She never pronounces “little” correctly).
Then we began the messy play of smearing paint all over our hands then giving our white blank paper a high-five!
Then stepping on paint and standing on the papers. This was not easy for the younger-one, but I got as realistic footprints as I possibly could from a fidgety one-year old. I was not so keen on being perfect, just in representing the moment as it truly is. Also, the photos I appear in were taken by a pre-schooler so try not to question their quality.
We paused to enjoy a clean-up.
We then cut along the prints (smudges really) and ended up with prints of their little hands and feet which we glued on a clean paper paper (The cuttings help with positioning). I guided the older one’s hand in writing “Happy Father’s Day” although she now insists she wrote it, not we. On the plus side, she is now proudly writing letter H, to prove that she can write.
I framed the prints on old frames and have not listed this among the requirements for this project because in a latter post I will show you how to make picture frames at home using materials that you normally throw away.
This is the finished product, a gift to daddy that transcends time.
And this one from the fidgety little girl.