Well this isn't the blog that I have been promising to write.
My 8-year-old's 3rd grade class was given just a few minutes today to write something about their mothers. I loved it so much, I wanted to share it.
My Mama
My mom is nice
She wonders about me
She listens to Megadeth
She wonders what I will be when I grow up
My mother is a good mother.
My mother understands that I am a good kid
She has hope for me
But she worries that I play my [Nintendo] DS too much
She laughs with me.
My mother says Hi! every time I get home
She dreams that I will have a good life
She always tries to help me
And she hopes that my future is good.
My mother is friendly.
I love you, Mama.
Love, Micah
Well this isn't the blog that I have been promising to write.
My 8-year-old's 3rd grade class was given just a few minutes today to write something about their mothers. I loved it so much, I wanted to share it.
My Mama
My mom is nice
She wonders about me
She listens to Megadeth
She wonders what I will be when I grow up
My mother is a good mother.
My mother understands that I am a good kid
She has hope for me
But she worries that I play my [Nintendo] DS too much
She laughs with me.
My mother says Hi! every time I get home
She dreams that I will have a good life
She always tries to help me
And she hopes that my future is good.
My mother is friendly.
I love you, Mama.
Love, Micah