This morning, Mother's Day 2010, I received a profound text message. "Poop. Happy Mother's Day." It was actually two, one from yesterday I hadn't yet read, and another for this special day. Somehow they arrived simultaneously.
Why did my Mother heart smile at this funny four letter word? My precious little boy, still in bed, thought of me and sent this love note. (He does this from time to time.) More impressive--he knew it was Mother's Day. The content of his letter told me he loves me and thinks I'm a fun Mom.
He may be the baby of the family --don't say that b word in his presence-- but he's the one who asks "Mom, do you have your keys?" before closing the van door. He knows me well. He's the "Mom, will you massage my feet?" guy.
Caden entered my world a little later in life, about the time many of my friends started having grandkids. It was a tough pregnancy--I was an emotional basketcase--but today, I can't imagine Mother's Day without the wonderful letters of affection he sends me.
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Awww. That's wonderful. Funny, Megan says "poop" and the way she says it makes me want to hear it over and over and over. So, I get it, Mama. :)
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your Mother's Day. You're an amazing mom and an incredible woman. I'm so blessed by your family...from your mom and dad down to your youngest grandbaby on the way. Just a joy to watch from afar.