Mother's Day and Boxes...

Jack, my son, made me such a lovely gift at school this week in honor of Mother's Day.
It is a wrapped box with the following poem attached:

This is a very special gift
That you can never see.
The reason it's so special is
It's just for you from me.
Whenever you are lonely
Or even feeling blue,
You only have to hold this gift
And know I think of you!
You never can unwrap it.
Please leave the ribbon tied.
Just hold the box close to your heart.
It's filled with love inside.

Needless to say, I was a bit teary.
As I brought the box close to my heart, I could see that
Julia, my six year old daughter, was obviously quite sad.
She wished she could have given one
just like it to me
for Mother's Day.
I explained to her that she and I could find a box
and wrap up some love.
She could give it to me,
but it would just after Mother's Day,
which is wonderful, because then the love keeps coming.

I had forgotten this conversation until tonight when Julia was sitting on my bed and began this conversation:

Julia: Mom, can you teach me how to make love?
Me: What?
Julia: Can you teach me how to make love?
Me: What exactly do you want to know?
Julia: Hel-looo. Remember this?

She turns and picks up the box that Jack had given me.
It's all about context, isn't it?