My daughter made me a lovely mother's day present at school today. I opened the rolled up paper and started to read the answers she had filled in about why I am a wonderful mother.
Should I be upset that the first two answers were not actually about me? I read to my daughter every night and the first answer she wrote was that I she loved when I read her a story I have never heard of. Oops that was a staff in aftercare.
I hid my bruised ego and read the next item; which turned out to be a continuation of item number one and about the same staff. Bruised ego tamped down again. I hopefully read the next item,
Yeah! it was actually about me.
There was a craft at aftercare today that my son could have participated in but it was art and jewelry and he's a big fifth grade boy. I'm sure he appreciates everything everything I do for him; he expresses as much every time he says, "come on mom" or the whinny "mom". I feel the love.
My daughter has to learn a poem every week and this week's poem ended with a line about helping my mom all year. When I asked her if she meant that she laughed. She then said she helps all the time but couldn't think of a time.
I am sure that I was the same or worse about appreciating my mom; so I want to say Happy mother's day and thank you for everything that you did to my mom. For everyone out there that has taken the time to mentor and help a child, happy mother's day to you.
If my family is reading this, all I want for mother's day is three hours to work on my novel. Thank you.
Happy writing!