“Mom, I have your Mother’s Day present in my backpack. I’m so excited. I think I have to give it to you now.” I knew it was pointless trying to talk him into waiting; he’s so much like his dad who bursts at the seams with excitement when he’s found, or made, the perfect gift. It’s pretty fun to watch, and, I like getting presents so I didn’t mind.
Before I knew it, Jackson had placed a sweet painting and beaded necklace next to me on the front seat. “Do you love it, mom? Do you love it?” I did.
Lily who had been patiently holding onto her gift for days yelled ‘I’M GIVING YOU MINE WHEN WE GET HOME!!!” She ran upstairs and pulled the pink tissue paper wrapped “Spoon Full of Kisses” card from under her bed where she had been hiding it. I opened my arms thinking she was trying to give me a hug too but realized just in time that she was only trying to nab my chocolate kisses.
Mother’s Day beats out my birthday for favourite occasions that are all about me. On Sunday, I might get to sleep in, I’ll definitely get breakfast made for me and we’ll all be together. We may not do anything much but on Sunday I’ll be spoiled with time, hugs and kisses.
Truthfully though, as much as I love seeing the kids excitement giving me their gifts, I don’t hold out much hope that they will actually be able to give me the one thing that I’ve asked for this year: just one day of not having to referee their continual bickering. That, I think, may be asking too much.
Happy Mother’s Day. I hope you get to enjoy a little pampering.