“Can you write mummy for me?”‘ was simpler asked than ever done.
The question I asked my cheeky and not so compliant son.
I handed him some paper and a thick black pen to draw.
A chance to scribble on my walls was the opportunity he saw.
Luckily the pen was dry wipe so my walls were soon back clean.
I sat with him at the table and handed him a lighter shade of green.
I wrote mummy on the top of the paper asking him to copy underneath.
His drawing this time stayed on the page but resembled more a heath.
“What if mummy draws you dots – can you join them one by one?”
That’s when he took his pen again and was off like a shotgun!
He ran towards the kitchen and threw his pen right through the door,
Nothing could prepare me for that moment and the devastation that I saw.
The pen obviously exploded much like a rocket in the sky,
Saturating absolutely everything, even my homemade covered pie!
The poor dog was green from head to toe, wagging his little tail,
Like a prehistoric dinosaur from David Walliams next bestselling tale.
To top off the catastrophe was my dry washing on the sink.
I’d spent all morning scrubbing for it to end covered in bright green felt tip ink!
I gave up writing Mummy and started mopping on my knees,
Whilst listening to the screaming “can I draw now mummy pleaseeee!”
The next morning feeling optimistic I thought I’d try again,
So we sat back at the table with our ruby red shiny pen.
“Let’s try again to follow the dots that mummy’s already drawn.”
Then I left him alone to concentrate whilst I searched through amazon.
After a little while I went to inspect his “finished” art,
Not realising this was the moment that would later sink my heart.
Whilst walking in the shops a little later on that day,
A little old lady pushing her shopping called me out the way.
“I’m really sorry to tell you, you’ve had accident down below”.
And that’s the story about the day I was in Asda with bright red ink and a embarrassed peachy glow.
The red pen that he was using had ended on my seat.
I had sat upon it whilst helping, causing damage that wasn’t discreet.
Did I want this name necklace as much as I really thought?
Or could I make do with all the others I’ve ever been and bought.
The truth is I wanted it, despite the initial pain.
I wanted my personalised jewellery on its dainty silver chain.
So I carried on my mission to get Mummy on the page,
Sitting tightly by his side to ensure he would totally engage.
We drew dots to dots together, one letter at a time,
Then he joined them all together whilst we sang a little letter rhyme.
FINALLY, Mummy was written and clear enough to read,
So I sent it off to Ineffabless so they could eventually proceed.
The process was very simple once the hardest part was done.
The team at the jewellery makers are polite, professional and fun.
Just a few weeks later the postman knocked my door.
The pain I’d endured from drawing was now worth it even more.
My beautiful silver necklace my baby boy designed.
It was here and even more amazing than I imagined in my mind.
I couldn’t be more thankful for the team that made my necklace. It captures my little boys writing perfectly, making it one of a kind and so personal to me.
The team at Ineffabless were very friendly and kept in touch throughout the order and dispatch process. I highly recommend them for a personalised treasure for yourself!
You can find more of Ineffabless’ amazing work here Silver name necklaces.
Please note, this was a sponsored review. Ineffabless made me my perfect necklace in return of a honest review of their products and services. Story embarrassingly is also true. ?