Friday, February 8, 2008


There I was eating lunch, the day before Malcolm and I would be boarding the airplane to Utah, yet to pack, and I suddenly was struck with the inspiration to make something that would push the task of packing late into the night. A backpack for Malcolm. I couldn't be happier with the way it turned out, or the delight in his face when I gave it to him.

I'm watching my baby turn into a boy before my eyes. With his own carryon strapped to his back, he was such a little man walking around the airport.

I think it gives him a good sense of self and security to have a place for some of his special things. Living far away from BestaMamma, GrandpaDad, and all the aunts and uncles, I imagine that for Malcolm, greeting them again can feel a little intimidating at first. The backpack was wonderful. When we got to the house I asked if Malcolm wanted to show GrandpaDad his backpack. He sat on the floor and took out all his treasures, his way of being able to share a little of himself. I think it was worth losing a little sleep in the making. Besides, I don't think I've ever not packed for a trip last minute, I'm always doing laundry. Thanks Dave, for picking up the wood bead and cord from JoAnn's. We miss you.


Jen I said...

Wow! It would never occur to me that Cash would even wear a backpack. I still think he might not. But that is too cute! I always forget you have another blog.

Jenilee said...

What an amazing backpack. You never cease to suprise me with your wonderful and fun ideas. Malcolm is very lucky to have you for a Mom. Have a great time in Utah.