The best presents on Mother's Day are always the ones they make themselves. Although the smelly soaps - gardenia and freesia, yum! - Fixit provided are pretty nice and the mother's day breakfast box put together by our school canteen was also a lovely touch and made extra sweet by Climber's determination to keep it secret from me through the whole complicated business of note home, money returned in envelope, and box brought home in large bag from local supermarket on Friday.
Cherub's kindergarten gave us a jar of home-made chutney and had I not picked him up early on Thursday I would also have had a special card with his drawing -of me!- on the front. But I did pick him up too early on Thursday, so I made sure I went home and had a little whinge to Fixit about how sad I was not to get my special card. The next day I was telling a friend how I'd probably need to do another whine Saturday to make sure he got the message, but later that day Cherub piped up that he'd made me a card. And writed my name. And drawded some love hearts, three. Good old Fixit. As for Climber I received no less than 3 declarations of love and good wishes for Mother's Day from my little note-writer, embellished with thoughtful touches like purple love-hearts...
But wait, that's not quite right. Those things they make are
nearly the best. The
actual best present on Mother's Day is of course the two lovely boys smiling at me from the end of my bed as they proudly display their gifts of love to me.
Happy Mother's Day.
Cherub's kindergarten gave us a jar of home-made chutney and had I not picked him up early on Thursday I would also have had a special card with his drawing -of me!- on the front. But I did pick him up too early on Thursday, so I made sure I went home and had a little whinge to Fixit about how sad I was not to get my special card. The next day I was telling a friend how I'd probably need to do another whine Saturday to make sure he got the message, but later that day Cherub piped up that he'd made me a card. And writed my name. And drawded some love hearts, three. Good old Fixit. As for Climber I received no less than 3 declarations of love and good wishes for Mother's Day from my little note-writer, embellished with thoughtful touches like purple love-hearts...
But wait, that's not quite right. Those things they make are nearly the best. The actual best present on Mother's Day is of course the two lovely boys smiling at me from the end of my bed as they proudly display their gifts of love to me.
Happy Mother's Day.
