Gifts Bestowed
The kids mostly made presents for me. The only store bought gift was a pair of hand crafted Elvis earrings found at a store in downtown Flagstaff that I pretty much made them get for me. The rest of my gifts were gifts they made at regular school, Hebrew school, and on their own. Although the kids were given general directions to follow with their school gifts, the words were all their own.
The words of my eldest, my first born, my only son:
My mom is a great cook.
My mom is very funny.
You don’t call me lazy.
Why do you call me honey?
You’re really active.
You love to play.
Sometimes mabe scary,
Most of time we have a good day.
You’re the boss of the house.
You have lots of might.
You’re kind of crazy.
You tell us not to fight.
You talk a lot.
You tell me to run from a fight.
You nag me not to play ball in the house.
I can’t run when A. wants to bight.
All my friends like you.
You love dad.
You never can wait.
When on my scooter you tell me to were a pad.
Happy Yo Mamas Day!
The words of my second born, my first daughter, my mirror child were helped some by her Hebrew School teacher. The prewritten words were "Pick a flower or maybe two, then take your time and read it through, then tell me what it says to do and I’ll that mitzvah for you!!"
My darling daughter drew and cut out flowers that had a few options for favors she could do for me:
clean my bedroom
or
mop the house
or
help Abby clean her buttocks.
Can’t wait to see what the youngest of my babies gives me when she learns how to write.
Until then I think this was my best mother’s day ever.
I cracked up reading these. You’re raising kids as crazy as you are.
Comment by Doulala — May 13, 2008 @ 9:08 pm