“Do you like my dress?” A little girl asked of a woman passing by. “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?” The woman said. With a quiver in her voice the little girl answered, “After Mommy made me this dress, she had to go away.”

“Well now, 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 little girl through her tears, “my Daddy said that she’s up in heaven now with Grandfather.” Finally, the woman realized what she meant, and why she was crying. Kneeling down she gently cradled the girl 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 little girl stopped singing she explained to the woman, “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.” The woman smiled as the little girl spread her arms wide. “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, the little girl 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 he 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.