G's class held a Mother's Day tea on the friday before Mother's Day. They made all the snacks (40 little hands touching everything we ate...guess how many kids were out sick on Mon--half!) and sang some fantastic songs.
F wrote a poem about me--endearing, but clearly I need to work on being remembered for saying better things...
Recipe for a Great Mom
by F McKinley
Mother of F
Nice, beautiful, Extraordinary, Crazy
Says "This is not the time to ask!"
Likes Mexican food, watching tv, playing adult games
Lover of a tidy house, cabins, my brothers and I
Oh, and I need to teach him a new term for "adult games." Seems a little out of place in the Mother's Day poem. And I think I read more than watch tv, but isn't it funny what our kids notice?
The boys made me 3 meals fit for a queen, so by the end of the day I was stuffed! I also got to take an uninterrupted nap, which was the best gift ever. But the Juno soundtrack from Jack, flowers made by F, a candle candle holder made by G, and a ceiling fan for the bedroom from S were also fantastic gifts. I felt loved and adored--and a a tad guilty for relishing in it all as my worst parenting moments came flooding through my mind. Thank goodness for selective memory--theirs and mine!