I woke up to a light tapping on my bedroom door at 6 am. It was my red-headed, 10 year old, first born son. He said, “It’s your day today. Let’s hang out together.” For the next 30 minutes he talked all about some Fortnite Battle Pass thing while I sipped my coffee, and said, “No kidding?!” in all of the right places. We also discussed what it’s like having your own locker at school.

Then I went on my morning walk. When I returned I was greeted to the sounds of Frank Sinatra singing “The Way You Look Tonight”, and a cup of green tea. Thank you, husband. 

Finally, my brown-haired, almost 7 year old baby of the family came down the stairs. He was excited to continue our game of Monopoly from the evening before. “I want to win so badly.” he exclaimed, so I secretly helped him. Once all of my paper money was gone (Yay! The game is over.), he said, “I feel sad. I should have let you win. It’s mom’s day.”

After that, both of my kids remembered that I had promised to make them pancakes this morning. But I didn’t make them pancakes (I forgot I had promised that). And they were mad I didn’t make pancakes, so one stormed off, and the other cried the kind of cry where you really aren’t crying you just sound like you are. 

They were over it fifteen minutes later, so we all went to the park to get some fresh air. My oldest offered me his arm like an old-fashioned, top hat-wearing gentleman, and my youngest took my hand when I reached out for his because he’s still my baby.

And now I am drinking a glass of Kir, and waiting to have a slice of custard pie. I made this custard pie for me because it’s Mother’s Day. And I’m a mommy. Continue reading →