"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
"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
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
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.
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