Yes, many will be blogging about Mother’s Day today. I guess I’m no different. I am blessed to be a mother to the wonderful boys that I have. My youngest woke me at a rather early hour, happy, dressed and with a kiss on my cheek and a cheery “Happy Mother’s Day, mom! I love you.” It started the day off exactly right. Then, he brought me the Mother’s Day gift that he made at school and was dying since Friday afternoon to give to me. I adore it. It’s a beautiful work of art. He created a painting on canvas of a flower, but artistically and creatively placed in the corner of the canvas. He is quite the artist and has a keen eye. He could have given me a sock puppet made out of a dirty sweat sock and I would have still treasured it the same way. I suppose that isn’t the point, but the canvas will find its home on the wall by the end of tomorrow. Guaranteed.
After opening my gift, he bopped off to wake his brother. I spent a few more minutes enjoying the comfort of my bed before getting up and getting showered and set for the day. We went for a late breakfast at this fantastic little breakfast and lunch place. The “it” place to be this morning, the meal was definitely worth the wait. Fresh fruit cocktails and smoothies, blueberry pancakes with a custard sauce, eggs, bacon and hash browns, and mushroom and Brie crêpes filled us beyond full.
We came home and my older son gave me his gift that he made in school. His was a very intricate card with my favourite things: flowers, sealife, and dinosaurs. He knows me well. Inside this well decorated pyramid shaped box was a clay heart shaped necklace with his fingerprint on it in pink. I wore the necklace for the rest of the afternoon. It now lives as an ornament hanging from my rear view mirror whe I can see and appreciate it every day.
We took a walk as a family with the dog. Another favourite part of my day.
The hardest part of my day was having to send them off for the week with their father’s girlfriend. Oh how I wish he would have agreed to let me have them for the whole day, but alas you can’t change a jackass.
So there it is. Mother’s Day is done for another whole year. I wonder what this next year will bring.