"Do you like my
dress?" she asked of a passing stranger.
"My mommy made it just for me", she said with a tear in
her eye.
"Well, I think it's very pretty, so tell me little one,
why are you crying?"
With a quiver in her voice the little girl answered,
"After Mommy made me this dress, she had to go
away."
"Well, now," said the lady, "with a little girl like
you waiting for her, I'm sure she'll be right
back."
"No ma'am, you don't understand," said the child
through her tears, "my Daddy said that she's up
in heaven now with Grandfather."
Finally the woman realized what the child meant, and
why she was crying. Kneeling down she gently
cradled the child in her arms and together they
cried for the mommy that was gone.
Then suddenly the little girl did something that the
woman thought was a bit strange. She stopped
crying, stepped back from the woman and began to
sing. She sang so softly that it was almost a
whisper.
It was the sweetest sound the woman had ever
heard, almost like the song of a very small
bird.
After the child stopped singing she explained to the
lady, "My mommy used to sing that song to me
before she went away, and she made me promise to
sing it whenever I started crying and it would
make me stop." "See," she exclaimed, "it did,
and now my eyes are dry!"
As the woman turned to go, the little girl grabbed her
sleeve, "Lady, can you stay just a minute? I
want to show you something."
"Of course," she answered, "what do you want me to
see?"
Pointing to a spot on her dress, she said, "Right here
is where my Mommy kissed my dress, and here,"
pointing to another spot, "and here is another
kiss, and here, and here," "Mommy said that she
put all those kisses on my dress so that I would
have her kisses for every boo-boo that made me
cry."
Then the lady realized that she wasn't just looking at
a dress, no, she was looking at a Mother who
knew that she was going away and would not be
there to kiss away the hurts that she knew her
daughter would get. So she took all the love she
had for her beautiful little girl and put them
into this dress, that her child now so proudly
wore. She no longer saw a little girl in a
simple dress, she saw a child wrapped in her
Mother's love.