The night before Mother’s Day, Jeffrey woke up at 4:30 a.m. with a nightmare, and I guess the best Mother’s Day present I received was when Brian rose out of bed to take care of him.
Brian wasn’t able to get back to sleep after tucking Jeff back in — and I’m pretty sure that if I had been the one to get up, I’d have stayed up all night, too.
The Upshot: Brian got to sleep in on Mother’s Day while I got up and made the fancy breakfast (old fashioned oatmeal with cranberries and sweet cream, mmm). While we feasted, the kids gave me presents they had made.
Eleanor had been DYING to give me hers since the second she arrived home with them on Friday afternoon. She took pains to hide them from me in her room (so I wouldn’t accidentally see them) but then spent the weekend asking, “Can I give you your Mother’s Day present now? Can I give it to you now?“).
What she gave me:
1. a collage drawing/art project depicting a paper vase with little paper flowers inside. When I pulled the flowers out, I found little messages on the stems (“I will hep you clen the hous, Mom.”)
2. A necklace made out of a Shrinky-Dink on a chain. She had drawn a little yellow-and-green lady on one side, and wrote “I Love You, Mom” on the other. I wore it all day yesterday.
William, at this point, was pouting in the corner and feeling terrible. Since he had been sick with a cold last week, he wasn’t able to make a Mother’s Day gift for me in preschool and was upset about it. I told him that a hug was a great present, but he wasn’t buying it. Eleanor then “gave” him a third present she’d made at school for him to give to me:
3. A pen with a silk flower attached to it with florists’ tape. I’m sure you’ve all seen variations on this craft before. I was impressed with Eleanor’s work — she’d wrapped up the pen very well, with no bumps or creases! I don’t know if I could have done such a good job when I was in kindergarten.
Jeffrey then presented me with his presents:
1. A paper box he’d decorated in Cub Scouts, filled with candy, and
2. A ceramic box he’d made in school, also filled with candy.
I noted that the ceramic box looked like a cupcake, and Jeffrey leaned back and hummphed. “Yeah, the art teacher FORCED me to make a cupcake box,” he said. Which is both hilarious and unfortunate (why not let him make any kind of box he wanted?).
Then he immediately began to pester me to give him candy. “But you’re supposed to share, Mom!” Oh, sure.
Brian had given me a present for Mother’s Day back in April — a new stand mixer, so I could survive the birthday/baby blessing double header. It’s a big glossy Kitchen-Aid, which I have dubbed Mrs. White. (Not only for its color, but also for its potential for doing in Mr. Boddy.) Too bad I’m trying to lose the baby weight right now — Mrs. White’s cookie-making potential has yet to be tested. But still, I love it.