My Mother's Day enjoyment began the week before and continued through Sunday. I had the opportunity to shoot photos at First Baptist Preschool's Muffins for Mom program. The children were adorable as they stood on the stage dressed in costume of what they want to be when they grow up. I am still smiling over one little girl who said she "wanted to be a princess, but her Mom dressed her like a doctor." Then there was another one, who said when she grows up, she wants to be her mother, "because she doesn't do anything." If only they knew...
Saturday, I was the proud Mom sitting on bleachers at the ballpark, watching my youngest son strike out nine batters as closing pitcher. Okay, so he walked four before that, but then he found his groove, and his team still won by seven runs.
I wasn't quite so proud to be sitting with his older brother, who decided to help during those "walks" and distract his younger sibling from stress by sitting at the fence behind home plate and imitating a monkey. It seemed better to watch from a distance, so I moved to a different set of bleachers.
As Mom, I am "always right." So I was a little surprised to see the monkey-antics were successful, as the strikes began crossing the plate. Of course if you ask me, I'll just say he found his rhythm.
I used to think my Mother was proud of me until she became a Grandmother. Believe me, grandparent-pride is much, much shinier than parent-pride. I appreciate everything my Mom ever did. I guess my own maternal experiences have taught me to appreciate her even more. My mother is the most self-less individual I have ever known, and she is loved by many people. When I was growing up, she knew how to have fun and was always willing to laugh and play games. On the other hand, she had no trouble enforcing a standard of high morals and good character, even if it meant she wouldn't be high on my popularity list. I think I was the only one of my teen peers who had to actually stay on restriction all the way to the end of the sentence. I am grateful to her for sticking to her guns. She sets a good example for me to follow.
This doesn't explain the impulse decision I made Saturday. One of my kids asked if we could rent or purchase a new video game. I refused, claiming the day was gorgeous and he needed to be outside. About an hour later, while on errands, I found myself purchasing a Play Station 2 game. Here I have to confess, I also got a 400-page novel for myself. Yes, it was a happy Mother's Day.