Today’s entry is about a giraffe named Patches, who is the mascot at my kids’ school. This has nothing to do with modeling, but a lot to do with the moments that make motherhood worth the whiny background noise.

At the risk of becoming one of those annoying moms who posts every scribble their little genius makes, here’s another entry from my 8-year-old guest blogger…

Step by Step

You would probably think us giraffes transportate [sic] together. No way, us ladies like to have privacy. You probably know that I am very tall, but I know you don’t know this: I have the largest eyes of all land animals. By the way, the lady herd does not have to be the same size. We can travel from two all the way to seventy-five. You want to play hide-and-seek, ’cause I’ll bet a hundred dollars I can find you in ten minutes. Oh, I almost forgot. Have you seen any lions while you were talking to me? I like to spot those too. Wait, see one. Gotta go! Bye.

Safe and Secure

By the way, the safest place to be is the savannah. It’s secure too. Have you seen any rustling grass, cause it’s most likely a lion. Oh wait, there’s one. Gotta go. Bye! Snort, snort. Get away, lion! Better get away giraffes, zebras, and wildebeests. We’ll be stampeding through the savannah soon to get somewhere safe.

The most important thing about you, mom, is that you are generous. You take me to auditions all the time, out of the blue, and you don’t care if I don’t do well or if I do. You just care if I try. The most important thing about you, mom, is that you are generous.

The most important thing about you, mom, is that you are soft as a dove, because when I stepped on that nail and  Daddy was making me feel sad, you understood. The most important thing about you, mom, is you are soft as a dove.  —J

(I especially like how I come out looking better than Ben.)

“The Best Mom”

(I especially like how my hair is blonde and not gray.)

One of the three reasons I’m the best mom: “My mom always cuddles me.” The next reason was that I always play tag with her, which I never do. Is it bad if your kid can only come up with two reasons you’re the best mom and has to fabricate a third? (BTW, the first reason was that I let her go to the store with me. Oh dear.)

You always clean the fingerprints

I leave upon the walls.

I seem to make a mess of things

Because I am so small.

But everyday I’m growing

I’ll be grown up someday.

And all the messes that I made

Will surely fade away.

So here’s a set of fingerprints

And a picture of me too.

So you’ll recall the way I looked

When I made this just for you.

—T  (With some help)

Happy Mother’s Day!