I hate that that word sums up my feelings about Mother’s Day, but it’s the truth. And I assume it will be for the rest of my life to some degree. Mother’s Day without your own mom just plain sucks.
I am also a mother to three amazing little boys who have showered me with love and sweet gifts these last couple of days. The Mother’s Day Tea at Bennett’s school was adorable. Like the cutest thing ever, what with homemade corsages and being escorted to my chair for the presentation by my little man, and him serving me cookies and punch and giving me a little gift. I’m too tired to scan in the copy of what he made, but here is the paragraph he dictated to his teacher about me alongside a very rough drawing:
This is my mom Nicole. She has brown hair and sometimes yellow. [HAHAHA] She is tall but not taller than my dad. I like to play games with my mom. Sometimes we watch TV together. She works in the office at our house. My mom likes to eat salad and soup and she drinks mostly water. If she could pick one favorite thing to do it would be shopping. Sometimes I go shopping with her and my other two brothers. At night she reads me stories and tucks me into bed. Dad does too sometimes. My mom loves me a lot. I love her A LOT!! When I look at my mom I smile.
Awe.Some. Plus, Bennett told me that on Sunday, I should just stay in bed and rest and sleep and they will bring me everything I need. How sweet is that? Totally not going to happen, but sweet.
Luke wrote the following acrostic poem for me (MY MOM):
You are great!
Making good food.
Me and you are great together!
Happy Mother’s Day to my mom friends and family!