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Sweet!

Cathy Meyer — Wed, 14 May 2008 18:26:20 -0400

Those cards made with little hands are the best. My boys gave me a T-shirt. On the front are tubes of acrylic paint, pooping out globs of paint. It didn't fulfill me but I acted as if it did. It was good to be able to spend part of my Mother's Day with you. Tenderloin and the tender heart of another single mother. Good eats and good company!

You crack me up!

Wanda Woodard — Wed, 14 May 2008 17:58:08 -0400

Adrian pulling your hair for your early morning starter just cracked me up. How sweet and funny. Yea for your aunt and uncle doing that for him. How nice of them. Right back atcha, sweets!

How nice!

Faith Eggers — Wed, 14 May 2008 14:14:26 -0400

Awww, that is so sweet, and must have made you feel so good!! I can't wait until Adrian is old enough to do stuff like that. My mothers day started out much like yours...with my son waking me up by yanking my hair at 6:30 then on to a bunch of chores. But, my aunt and uncle got a Mothers day card for him to give me!! Happy (belated) Mothers Day Wanda!!

What's In a Day?

Wanda Woodard — Wed, 14 May 2008 12:00:01 -0400

Family. That is what holidays have traditionally been about. Father helps children celebrate Mother's Day by purchasing a card or two, flowers, a gift.

Maybe he helps your son and daughter prepare a breakfast complete with your favorite French toast, bacon, and eggs.

Today, moving beyond divorce, holidays have changed. This Mother's Day begins with getting out of bed and feeding the cat and the six little kittens now crying for their kitty food, walking the dog, making my bed, starting another load of endless laundry, and watching the weather channel. I watch the weather channel the way some people listen to the news or radio.

I turn the oven on to broil and I grab some Lenders bagels out of the fridge and split them with my fingers. I place them on my mother's 50-year-old pizza pan and slide the pan into the oven. I wait.

I open the fridge to look for my caffeine fix of sweet tea, and the pitcher is empty of anything except a single swallow. I grab my second choice, the kids' Pepsi. I turn and kick the door shut with my right foot. I pull the bagels out of the oven. I yell, "Breakfast!"

Happy Mother's Day to me.

There is no answer. I yell again, "Breakfast!"

I hear shuffling and laughter.

"Mom!"

"What?" I say. "Breakfast!" My frustration and self pity increasing.

My daughter calls me to her room. I stomp back to the hall muttering to myself about ungrateful children and my life without a spouse and no support, and then I open the bedroom door.

Her eyes wide and sparkling. My son stands beside her barely able to contain his laughter.

They pull their hands out from behind their back. She extends a large pink construction paper creation in front of me with pink paper roses glued to it. She has made a card. It is beautiful. My son has made me three Lego puppies.