If you missed my post from last week, go read it here. I’ll wait.
Needless to say, I did not get Wolverine or any of my alternates as a Mother’s Day gift. If I made good on my threats kept my promises, I’d currently have a potted plant, two handmade Mother’s Day cards, a box of Gigi’s cupcakes, a Sephora gift card and a pair of Anastasia tweezers up my twat. To be fair to myself, I was considering shoving all that up my twat but the tweezers called my bluff. I’m pretty sure E marched into Sephora and said “My wife has threatened to shove any Mother’s Day gifts that aren’t Hugh Jackman up her twat. What item in the store would inflict the most pain being shoved up a twat?”. Well played, E. Well played.
It’s a good thing Wolverine or Star-Lord didn’t show up, anyway. A migraine knocked me out of commission all afternoon and our dinner plans were derailed. We’ll make them up next weekend. What does matter is that I have two kids I have helped raise to the ages of 17 and 13 who love me, faults and all.
A long time ago, I told E not to buy me any more store bought cards. They’re a waste of money for me. You pay around $5 for a cheesy card with someone else’s words and feelings on it. I told him I’d prefer a handwritten note instead. It could be as short or as long as he wanted to make it. I didn’t care, as long as it came from him. He’s done that ever since and I’ve somehow managed to get the kids to do it also. Landon made his at school and Gracie worked like the little Martha Stewart she is on hers last week here at home. As usual, it’s the words, beautiful words, that touch me the most. Not the gift card or the ridiculously expensive tweezers (which I really did need and has a story which I will post next week) but words.
Here’s what Landon had to say about me:
I give him crap every time he asks me how old I am. I’ll usually give him various answers but never my true age. So, he said he wrote that I was 100 years old because he didn’t know. I told him my true age so now he knows I’m 32.
Fine, I told him I’m 45. Y’all are breaking my heart here.
Landon was correct that I love Harry Potter and eating Mexican food. If you know me well, you got a laugh out of cooking being my super power. I do cook. I don’t enjoy cooking. I do it to survive and to nourish my family but it’s not my “thing”. But there are a few dishes that I make that Landon is just crazy about. He loves my chicken and dumplings, crock pot chicken enchiladas, combo burritos, and homemade dressing. If that counts as a super power, I’ll take it. I noticed he wrote “pretty” twice. I also really liked “brave, smart, silly, and sweet”. I try to be those things and I’m glad he can see them in me.
I have a feeling that Gracie has my gift for words because inside her card were the most beautiful words a Mom could ever want to read on Mother’s Day.
“To the best Mom,
Every day, there’s always a problem in our lives and you take care of those problems. We always come to you for your help and advice. You make us feel at home even when we are not. You make rough times the best and the worst days some of the best days. Your love and words will always be the best medicine for a heartache. Thanks Mom!
Love, Gracie Girl.”
If you’d like to read my blog post from last Mother’s Day you can find it here. I hope all you Moms out there had a beautiful day. Happy Mother’s Day, my friend!
Steph On The Rocks 