Kids and Mother’s Day. They race around in secrecy, hand making cards or finishing school projects, ready to ‘surprise’ you with a googly-eyed wooden spoon, a plaster of Paris hand print, a sewed hessian tea cosy or similar. I confess to loving my lukewarm cup of tea in bed, and Vegemite with toast (and believe me, it’s a lot of Vegemite and not much toast). The hug. The look of anticipation. The bouncing on the end of the bed (usually resulting in spilled lukewarm tea) and wails of “open it mum, open it”.
This is my best ever Mother’s Day present. My little man made it when he was in year 3, I think. The two pieces come separate, but I loved it so much I found a frame that would take both papers at once, and this hangs very proudly in my hall.
Quite a nice likeness, don’t you think? I am particularly fond of my wide set eyes and green nose.
And the story – just delightful. A linguist in training.
As nice as a Princess.
As soft as a teddy bear.
As bright as a star,
she’s just like me!”
So, only 2 more sleeps until my lukewarm cup of tea in and on the bed, the Vegemite with toast. The hug. The look of anticipation. The bouncing on the end of the bed and wails of “open it mum, open it”…. I wonder what they made this year?