Three Mother’s Day Gifts

Mug: "World's Best Mom"My Mother’s Day started the evening before, actually, with my daughter, Jessica, requesting numerous times that I not set my alarm to wake up early. I assured her that I wouldn’t, but that Aiden would most likely perform the task anyway. He did, at 7:15, with his usual, “Mom, the sun is up. It’s time to have breskast.”

Jessica rushed in. “Don’t get up yet, Mom!”

I wouldn’t get up for a couple more hours if I could help it. Anyway.

I heard clattering in the kitchen for about 10 minutes, and then, “Mom, you can come now!”

The table was set with five plates, four of which were matching; one little blueberry toaster waffle was set in the middle of each plate. My place was designated with my morning cup of chai in a new mug on which was printed, “The World’s Best Mom.” My daughter stood by with a big smile on her face, waiting to see my reaction.

It was one of those sights you know you’ll remember always.

A few items were stacked in the middle of the table. I recognized the first, something that made its way home from school in my son’s backpack last week.

I had discovered it when cleaning out the kids’ backpacks and, with Mother’s Day only a few days away, I immediately knew what it was. Without taking a second glance, I had quickly placed it on the kids’ desk.

“I just put your things on the desk,” I said a couple times before Allen quickly jumped up, finally realizing what I was talking about.

“Mommy, did you see what it was?” He was obviously worried.

“See what what was?” I feigned ignorance.

“The thing from my bag!” He was jumping up and down in concern.

“No, I just put it there on the desk.”

“Phew!” he said.

I looked at it now, as I sipped my Mother’s Day chai. It was a little booklet of his art, each one with a message from him on the back.

It was one of those things you know you’ll treasure always.

My husband was working all day, so my dad took me and the kids out for lunch.

My youngest sat next to me. He was tired and ready for his nap. That usually made him testy. Today though, it made him perfect. He kept snuggling up to me, giving me hugs and saying, “Hug me too, Mommy!”

Every time I turned to focus on my lunch, he would turn to me with one of his priceless grins, squinty eyes to complete the adorable effect.Little boy, big grin

It was one of those moments you know you’ll cherish always.

Three special gifts.

Something precious from each of my children.

It hadn’t cost any of them a cent, but through each thing, I felt their love more clearly than if they had bought out The Bradford Exchange.

It was a Mother’s Day I know I’ll remember always.

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About Bonita Jewel

Bonita Jewel is an author and blogger who writes on a variety of themes, including: Literature & poetry https://danielandbonita.wordpress.com Writing https://awordfitlywritten.wordpress.com Parenting https://positiveparentingblog.wordpress.com Purpose https://apurposedlife.wordpress.com After living in India from the age of 16 to 28, she returned to California with her husband and three children. She is pursuing a Degree at Fresno State University. Bonita teaches community education at Clovis Adult. Her courses include Blogging Basics, Power Editing, Creative Writing, and Working from Home. She also freelances as an editor, ghostwriter, and writing coach. Her greatest passions are her family, her faith, writing, and reading. Bonita Jewel has been reading since she was 2 ½. Thirty years later, she still loves the magic and mystery of the written word. She is slowly breathing life into roughly 50 novels and nearly as many nonfiction works, depending on which plot or character seizes her interest at any given time. Please connect with Bonita at: https://www.facebook.com/BonitaJewelAuthor

Posted on May 14, 2012, in Life Lessons, Special Days and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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