Nathan’s little Pre-K class had a Mother’s day breakfast on Friday morning.
That morning as he was eating some cereal, I said to him, “I get to come have breakfast with you at your class this morning.”
“I know,” he said. “And Mrs. B says, ‘Moms go first.’” Clearly that had been talking about the etiquette of the breakfast quite a bit. I love that.
I enjoy these things so much. It is a great time to visit with some of the other moms and I also get to see my son interacting with his classmates and teacher. But most of all I just LOVE all the little things they make for us for special occasions like this. The handmade cards, the flowers they potted, the pictures they drew… it’s all just about more than a mama can handle.
I got to his classroom on Friday and he took me to his chair. There were all kinds of goodies sitting there. A “#1 Mom” pin, a flower they had potted, and a wrapped gift with a card attached. He immediately showed me the card and started describing everything he drew.
“This is a house and this is the tornado that’s swirling around,” as he moves his hand around in circles really fast. “And this is another house but these clouds keep this tornado from getting to this house.”
Right.
At this point I was so tickled and giggling. I knew I looked a little like an idiot to the other moms. They were all opening the wrapped gift and “oooh-ing and aaahhh-ing” over whatever it was that their son had created.
(Have I mentioned that it is a class of all boys? 11 boys. Oh dear.)
(And have I mentioned that his teacher is a saint?)
I opened mine and it was sweet. I saw the handprint and the little picture drawn at the bottom and my heart swooned.
“No!” he replied. “THAT’s a port-o-potty!”
I love boys. I never would have gotten a tornado and a port-o-potty from my daughter for Mother’s Day. And I never would have laughed so hard. Never.
Then came the little program. They all stood at the front of the class and sang a song. All of them except for Nathan of course. He tolerated standing up there, but didn’t sing a word.
And then came the reading of the interviews she did with each boy.
(I posted some answers to previous interviews that my kids have done about me last year.)
I blew tons of kisses to him when his teacher read that he said, “She has to be 14 or 15 years old.” And you really know you’re doing some of the right things when your son answers, “When we are together we go to Bible study.” Then I hear, “I love her because I love to hug her and kiss her.”
Oh be still my heart!
Sarah’s class didn’t do a part because of some other things going on, but they did make a gift and I also received this note in the mail from her children’s choir teacher at church.
“Dear Mom, Thank you for cooking for me. You make the best wakamolly and meatlofe. You are nice. <3, Sarah”
Just to be clear, I don’t make guacamole and meatloaf together.
And I also am not entirely sure what the picture is on the top half of the card.
I love these kids and I am so glad to be their mom.
Especially when I get a tornado and a port-o-potty for Mother’s Day.
3 Comments:
How sweet! I didn't get a tornado and a port-a-potty, but I did get a whale, swimming in the sky above our house, courtesy of my 6 year old.
He did an interview, too. He read it too me. He got to the line that read, "My mother is 30 years old." He stopped reading, looked at me, and asked if I was 30. I said yes. He then did a fist pump and yelled, "Yesss! I got the answer correct!" It was a lovely moment. I don't think I've ever laughed that hard.
Happy Mother's Day (belated)!
Love the "14 or 15" age comment.
My son thinks I'm "64 or 46...he can't remember which."
I'm neither thank you.
We all decided that one mom in the class looked really good to be 100. ;)
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