Word to your mother

So I had a wonderful Mother's Day! We had our time at home, then went to my mom's for dinner.

Hayden had actually brought home his project he made and wrapped up for me at school a few days ago. I wasn't supposed to see it, but he gave it to me anyhow.

Last night before I told him goodnight, we were talking about Mother's Day and the present he made me. I was guessing silly things that it might be, like a shoe or a frog, when he said:

"Mommy, the grass we grew in our cup isn't what your not supposed to see! It's the flower pot I painted with the flower I've been growing for you that your not supposed to see!"

I laughed sooooooo hard when he had the look on his face after he said it. The confusion of "Did I just give that away?" was written all over it!

I've decided to post a few 'memories' I have of my mommy :) Because I believe my mom epitomizes the reason that there is a Mother's Day.

I remember one day, about 4 or 5, I was sitting on the floor looking out of the big glass sliding door at the dogs in the backyard. I was eating one of those gigantically jumbo bags of popcorn they used to sell at the store. After I popped some in my mouth I looked down at the bag and saw something black on one of the pieces of popcorn (could have been a burnt spot or an unpopped kernel) but in my mind, I convinced myself it was dirt. I immediately made myself sick thinking about the fact that I just ate dirt (which I really didn't) and yelled to my mom. She ran in the room and saw I was about to throw up...well there was no time to get a bowl, so she just cupped her hands together and then heave hoooooo :)

I remember my mom eating the skins off apples because I was too snooty and only wanted to eat the inside, letting us finger paint with pudding on the kitchen table and letting me borrow her rad 80's earrings that I thought were the jam.

I also remember a family store outing where I was sitting in the basket when my mom left to go to the next aisle. Even though I was with my dad, I screamed and cried bloody murder only for her until she came back. (I don't even know how I remember that, I was extremely young)

I remember her being there right next to me through all the surgeries I've had, comforting me through sleepless crying nights and being strong for us, when we had no one.

And now I get to see her with my kids, doing it all over again. This time, helping ME do a lot of it too. I am very lucky to have her as a mom, she has been the ONLY constant thing in my life, there with me through no matter what.

Who else would let me barf their hands and eat just the skins off my apples?