A recycled candle jar.
But not just any recycled candle jar.
One turned into a gift for a mom.
100 little notes (“+ a few bonuses”) nestled inside the glass.
With butterfly stickers to boot.
From her littlest big kid.
A mom who fought fiercely to love this kid.
All of her kids, in fact.
Not perfectly by any means.
Kind of messy.
Kind of mixed-up.
Kind of all-over-the-place.
But with her whole heart for sure.
A mom who made up family traditions as she went along.
Valentine’s Day indoor picnics on the floor.
Ice cream every night on summer vacation.
Money egg hunts on Easter from middle school on.
Traditions that were just what the mom needed maybe even more than the kids.
A mom who created memories from moments big and small.
Ones that never seem to fade a teensy iota.
Others that echo all the mom’s unending and tireless (and tiring) effort.
Even more that call timeless past treasures right into the present.
Memories that speak to the truth that the love of a mom does not change.
EVER.
A recycled candle jar.
But not just any recycled candle jar.
One turned into a gift for a mom.
All those memories…
All those traditions…
All those gifts of love…
Have now just returned to her ten, twenty, even hundred-fold.
She can assure you of this: it was all worth it and then some.
And then some more. And more. And more.
The Dolly Mama 