Are you kidding me?
I feel sick.
The drawing that she made on the front of my card is one that can be found on any of the many sheets of sketch paper that are strewn about our house. The fridge is positively silly with them. Here's the full color drawing of the scene. My girl handed this to me at bedtime a few nights ago and said:
"I made this for you, but I can't spell little or village."
on the back:
Of course, my boy made me a card this year as well. He is also known for being extremely
demented verbiose and sentimental in his offerings:
And on the back, he drew a beautiful, transformative image that expresses the depths of his love and devotion:
That's the front. A song for Mother?
Mother? Ellen? When were we ever not Mom and Ellie? Clearly the nuns put me up to that........
Here's the back. You gotta love the secondary note -- can't have a blank back page, now, can we? And again with the Ellen. But at least I called Mom Mom.
And Mom? You are still the nicest Mother in the world. The whole wide world.
Hmm. This is a hard one. I don't remember many of the gems I undoubtedly bestowed on my mother. I do remember a barrage of those "woven," extremely bright, multi-colored potholders that seem to making a comeback. Curiously, I don't think they were ever used in the kitchen, but maybe that's because they were to beautiful to sully?
I also remember a colored sand creation that I made at camp. You know, one of those washed out, de-labeled babyfood jars, that you oh-so-carefully drizzle the colored sand in, one color after the other (mine mostly pastel shades).
To my mother's credit, this gorgeous creation remained displayed in her bedroom in Aurora for year after year after year.
Aren't moms the greatest?