By the time you are reading this, Mother's Day has gone by and the stores are already stocked with Father's Day cards, barbecue grills and tools and plastic fish that sing.
But my mind (which seems to always be a day late and a dollar short) is still on Mother's Day and I want to thank you my sons.
I know every mom thinks her kids are the best, but I know mine are. Every day, James and Kevin have a knack of making me laugh while we tackle the daily challenges of life.
It seems when one of us is experiencing a weak moment, another one puts the situation in perspective in the greater scheme of life and provides support to keep us all going.
One of us seems to be weaker more often -- that would be my third son, "Idunno." Idunno sometimes leaves the kitchen or living room light on all night long, leaves wrinkled clothes in the dryer or a damp towel on the bathroom floor.
But, Idunno isn't all bad. The other day, I came home from work and Kevin was mowing our lawn. Idunno must've told him to do it, because his mother hadn't. Quite often, James takes Kevin out to lunch and fills the fridge with everyone's favorite sodas. Idunno must pay for it, because I surely don't.
Idunno is out of the competition over who's the favorite -- a game that's always played between the two siblings. Sometimes, James will surprise me and compliment my appearance as I'm walking out the door to church or work. That always earns him a "favorite son" vote.
But the other day, we were disagreeing on which TV station to watch, and Kevin "gave in" and took my side. I smiled triumphantly at James and told him Kevin was my favorite son.
Unfortunately, the "judge" is wishy-washy and really does not have any idea which son is her favorite because she could never, ever choose. I love both of them, their unique traits, their strong character qualities, their weaknesses, the cute little curls in their hair... oops, sorry guys.
Don't worry, they play the "favorite game" with me, too. The other day, James told me I was his favorite mom. Because I wasn't in a good mood, I sarcastically answered, "Yeah, right."
The joking stopped and he turned serious and began to name the moms of all his friends both past and present, and said why he wouldn't want them for a mom. I hurried across the room and dropped the sarcasm for a hug. I don't know if it was more to stop his criticism of others, or to stop him before he thought of his own mom's faults.
Whatever the reason, it was a good opportunity for a hug. And something a mom will never turn down.