A few weeks ago I got an invitation to attend a Mother’s Day Tea and Fashion Show at my daughter’s school. My initial thought was I can’t go because I have to work. I told my five year-old this.
She was upset. Like all my kids are when they ask me to do something and I say I can’t. But I always explain that I work to make the money to buy the toys and they’re usually okay with this. But this time was different.
I really don’t know what I was thinking. In my defense, she’s my first child to attend kindergarten at this school, so I’m not familiar with the traditions. But finally something inside of me clicked, I took a half-day from work and attended the celebration.
And thank God I did. Every child had a parent there. If I wouldn’t have gone I could have single-handedly sparked her future drug addiction. Spending her life trying to numb the pain of that Mother’s Day when her mom was too busy to have a cup of tea.
It was the cutest fashion show. She wore her baseball uniform and rocked that runway. And seeing how happy and proud she was that I was there was very eye opening to me.
Each year since I lost my own mom, Mother’s Day has been so hard. Because I don’t have my mom here to celebrate. But I am here to celebrate with my kids. And I want them to have awesome memories of us spending the day together.
This Mother’s Day was by far my best one ever. Instead of Beau buying me presents from the kids, they all made their own at school. And I got to spend the day with everyone at the White Sox game drinking wine. It was perfect. Even if it was chardonnay.
The presents the kids made were hilarious. My daughter’s class had to make portraits and the moms had to guess which one was them. There was no mistaking which one was me.
My son, on the other hand, chose a not so flattering pose. An extreme close up of me drunk in a pool. I have no less than 6,000 pictures of myself and this is the one he chooses. It’s not even my entire face. I’m going to go ahead and count my blessings that it’s not a full body shot. In my bathing suit.
My other son chose the Mad Lib route.
My mom’s name is Aunt Po.
She weighs 40 pounds. He’s obvs my brightest child.
My mom likes to say yes. I bet Daddy wouldn’t agree with this one.
She likes to drink coffee. This could have gone so many different ways.
My mom is really good at writing. I mean really, really bright.
If I could go anywhere in the world with my Mommy, we’d go to Target. Of course we would. So we could stand outside the ladies room and wait for all the men dressed as women to show up.
From my other daughter.
When my mom was a little girl she was a tomboy. Dad is the boss in this house, but mom is the second boss. Mom organizes the house and cleans. Mom likes to organize in her spare time and hang out with her friends.
I like this one. It makes me sound like I really have my sh!t together. And I love that even though she’s only six, she understands the importance of making Dad think he’s in charge of this operation.
I also received some gifts from others. I’m noticing a theme. The middle bottle is from my nine year-old Godbaby. Just picturing her in the liquor store choosing this label for me makes my heart burst.
And by far the best Mother’s Day note I received:
Hi Eileen. Happy Mother’s Day. There is a handful of moms I like talking to, the rest are noisy brats who need some cock. You’re one of the lucky ones. I left you a little surprise on your deck. Enjoy.
I am one of the lucky ones.