A Homemade Mother’s Day

My kids sur­prised me with early Mother’s Day gifts.  I was think­ing it would be a trop­i­cal vaca­tion.  I know I’m silly like that. Instead it was much sweeter although doesn’t go as well with a lit­tle umbrella in a slushy drink.

A home­made neck­lace.  Appar­ently like they made in the “olden days.” My eldest child thinks I’m 152 years old, because he thought it was like when I was a kid “way back when.” Although it is pretty with my white hip­pie chic shirt.  I feel all earth mother in it.

There was a home­made hanger for art and other projects made by my daugh­ter.  Pur­ple & pink.  Her sig­na­ture col­ors.  I think she loves those col­ors more than her luggage.

I hung the beau­ti­ful hand­made wrap­ping paper from my sec­ond boy up with it.  He made me flow­ers.  He loves giv­ing flow­ers.  I’m try­ing to train him now to send bou­quets when he is older.  Hey, if I can’t get Hubby to do it reg­u­larly maybe I can get the rabble-rousing bunch to.  A girl can dream.

And dream I will with a lit­tle can­dle light­ing my way.  I loved how my sec­ond talked about how care­fully he choose the tis­sue paper to add to the jar for his can­dle holder.  He was so proud.  And I was so proud of him & his sib­lings for the beau­ti­ful work & cre­ativ­ity in how they made their gifts.

Even though they make me want to pull my hair out some days, they sure are sweet hearts. I think I’ll keep them.

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