It is May, and I have arrived early at my son’s preschool for the Mother’s Day Tea 2005, our first such event.  There he stood, my four-year-old son, waiting for me to arrive.  His eyes sparkled as his laughter filled my ears.  He was giggling and clutching a small bag to his chest.  As I approached him, he suddenly thrust it toward me, “Open it Mommy! Open it!”  We are both standing at the entrance of his preschool.  I reminded him gently that we needed to go into the classroom and then I could open his present. 

He lost his smile momentarily, and then bounded back into the classroom and stopped, waiting for me to follow.  His eyes never left mine as he danced before me holding out the tiny bag, clutching it in his tiny little hands.  I could see his “baby dimples” across his knuckles and realized that someday those soft, tiny hands would be rough and rugged and the baby dimples would be no more.  He interrupts my thought,  “Open it” he exclaimed.  I closed my eyes, leaned down to his ear, and whispered gently, “I’ll bet it is just what I have always wanted”.  When I open my eyes, his smile is so bright and his eyes so focused on mine that it almost takes my breath away.  I am so in awe of this wonderful child.

Mother’s Day 2005 – My How the Years Have Flown

I am one of those “older career” moms; having waited until I was thirty-five to have my first child.  Now, four years later it is Mother Day 2005 and I am standing in a tidy classroom with what was that tiny little bundle now dancing around as a highly energetic four-year-old.  Suddenly, I am overly aware that this is Mother’s Day 2005, my fourth official Mother’s Day.  I am overwhelmed with emotion as I realize how quickly our time is flying by; I don’t want to think about how fast the future will move.  I wonder if I will reflect on this moment on future Mother’s Days to come.

Mother’s Day 2005 – The Gift of a Lifetime

From the very beginning of my pregnancy, I had dreamed of special teddy bears and snuggle time with storybooks, colored artwork on the refrigerator, learning to sing songs together and going bug hunting.  I was thrilled to have a son and could not wait for each new adventure the older her got.  Now, it was preschool time and our first Mother’s Day Tea and I was so proud that I wanted to shout to everyone, “This darling little boy is my son, my very own son.” His eyes were watching me as I took the bag from his tiny hands. 

His excitement was so pure and so contagious that I could not help but feel lifted by his pleasure.  “Hmmm.  I wonder what it is?” I pondered aloud.  Then suddenly, like a burst of wind, he shouted, “It’s a Colored Macaroni Necklace, Mama and I made it!”  I smiled the biggest and most sincere smile I had ever smiled.  It was just what I had always wanted. I finally had my own colored macaroni necklace.  There is no truer sign of a lucky Mom to be found anywhere.  I wore it with pride during the Mothers Day Tea, on the actual Mother’s Day 2005, Mother’s Day 2006 and will continue to do so every Mother’s Day until it is no longer possible.

 

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