A (tearful) Joyous Mother's Day

I was awakened by my 5yr old grinning as big as the universe at 5:30a.  After being scared for my life for a spilt second, I smiled.  "Good morning honey, what are you doing up?".  He, still grinning and now doing his excited, happy dance said "daddy waked me up.  Happy Mother's Day!" and handed me a card, seemingly addressed to himself.

He wanted to make sure I knew who that card was from.  I love him.

Always ready for a photo op!

Next came in the three year old, still groggy.  He is much like his mother in that respect.  He does not like to be woken.  He must wake on his own, gather his thoughts while he stairs out the window before he gathers himself up and literally jumps out of bed.

I do not jump out of bed, just so we are clear.  Ahem.

I could just hear him in the hallway talking to my husband.  "See that?  It says I love you mommy.  I'm done."  My husband hands him his card and sends him in our room.  "GOOD MORNING MOMMY! I GOT THIS FOR YOU." The child has no volume control.  There are three circles drawn in a row.  Clearly, 'I Love You'.  "I love it honey, thank you.".  "You welcomed Mommy!"

This one. he. is. trouble.

In barrels my husband, now more than late for work.  "I know it's early, but I wanted to see you see this before I left.  I'm late.  I love you, today is your day.  I'll try to be home early."  This job.  It is sucking the life out of him.  But he's trying his hardest to do it right, and I know this.  "Oh my.  They are beautiful.  Wow.  Gorgeous.  Wow.  Thank you.  I love you."

He knows me well.  Lots of pink, Stargazer Lilies, orchids(that have yet to bloom).  They smell wonderful.  I can always find something, one of his faults that makes me want to kick him in the knee.  But I love him and he is a wonderful man, amazing husband and the best father for my kids I could have ever dreamed for.  This is the stuff you don't see in movies people.  Real Life.

Later, as my day shifted from being about me to doing the things necessary to keep us all sane(and clothed), I found the Mother's Day Gift the five year old made at school.

The poem read:

Happy Mother's Day

Sometimes you get discouraged

Because I am so small

And always leave my finger prints

On furniture and walls.

But everyday I'm growing

And I'll be grown someday

And all those tiny hand prints

Will surely fade away.

(I'm crying.  Again.)

So here's a little hand print

Just so you can recall

Exactly how my fingers looked

When I was very small.

(Tears.  Lots and Lots of tears.)

This hit me like a two-ton bag of bricks to the knees.  There is no stopping them now.  Pretty soon it will be fifth grade graduation.  Then eighth grade dances.  And drivers licsences, girlfriends, high school graduation, college, marriage, grandkids...I have to stop before I lose it again.

Happy Mother's Day to my own mom and all the Momma's out there I know who are putting everything into their own little people today and everyday.