Pookie's Mother's Day

I have a friend in one of my groups
who shared her Mother's Day
with us~~~~~
and I loved it,
and got her permission to
place it here......

you will agree with me,
she had a wonderful day~~~~

Pookie's Mother's Day

Well, thought I'd share how mother's day went for me.

Those of you who know me from when I was an active member, know that my husband Steve is, well--emotionally impaired.  He is also holiday impaired.  He once told me for Valentine's Day  that he hates holidays and they are a pain in his a$$ and he wishes they were never made.  [sarcasm]Wow, do I ever have a romantic man.[/sarcasm] But I love him<--no sarcasm there!

Anyway, this was another Mother's Day gone by with no card, flowers, candy or even a "Happy Mother's day!" I woke up with the kids and he slept until 1:00pm. I couldn't be mad though as he was at work until 2am that morning.  I spent the morning feeding the kids and getting them ready for the day.  I made myself some reheated coffee and decided to watch some TV. Jesse was out playing and Brittany was in the play room.

Jesse comes running in and grunting at me in his 23 month old martian language. "Momma, help me, help me. jdakldjkajfkdlajkfldjaklfjdklajfkdljkgjk", he says.  He grabs my shirt and wants me to come outside with him.  He seems frantic. So, I get up and follow him outside, around the house we go into the side yard.  He points and squeals.  I look at the ground and there is the cutest little brown field mouse huddled on the ground.  He is shivering and covered in ants.   Oh dear.  My heart breaks.

Brittany brings me a disposable cup and I scoop him up. He is scared and is screeching.  We use a stick to pick the ants off him. He bites at the stick and paws it with his hands. My heart breaks. I thought maybe he was bit by the dog but I didn't see any blood.  So I am guessing he was poisoned or had a disease.  Brittany is hysterical because he is dying and we cant keep him.  She is screaming at me that I can't let him die and I'm not even trying to save him.  Jesse is wrestling me for the cup so he can pet it.  He keeps squealing at it and saying "ooooohhhh". Then gets mad at me and growls because I wont let him touch it.

So, I  sit on the couch with it in the cup and explain to Brittany that the mouse is going to die no matter what we do.  I say pray that God helps it to not suffer and to die peacefully and she looks at me and prays out loud "Dear God please make the mouse better."  Then she looks at me like "ummhumm top that one mum".  Oy!  I talk her into taking it out to the back field and letting it go.  She is reluctant but does it.  She said it practically flew into the bushes when she dumped it out of the cup. Maybe God did grant her the request...

Jesse is less than thrilled.

By now I am in full pity party mode.  I am going on over and over in my head about how I just want an acknowledgment blah blah blah.  How great it would be to get flowers and a card, to sleep in, fresh coffee...something.

Then Brittany comes bouncing into the living room.  She hands me a picture.  It's me. It's me with crayon red hair and full pouty lips covered in green lipstick. I love it.  I say thank you and give her a hug.  She goes over all the details and why she did what colors she did.  I ask her about the lipstick as its the one thing she didn't mention.  She says,"Well, duh!  Everyone knows that green goes with red!" Oh, okay, I've been enlightened and feel free now. :)

I ask Brittany to watch Jesse so I can get some work done.  She takes him outside and plays in the little kiddy pool with him.  I can see them from the kitchen window as I do dishes.  They both love water.  I watch them chase each other and Brittany terrorizes Jesse with the water hose.  He is laughing.  The dog is under my feet grumping.  He doesn't love water.

I scrub the kitchen floor.  I don't have a mop so it gets a good scrubbing once every 2-3 weeks.  I just wipe up spills as they happen and if something drops on it, out it goes. There is no 5 seconds rule!  LOL  Eww.  Then I clean the baseboards, the tiles in the entry way and on the fire place.  While I am cleaning my thoughts flit between why is my mother's day spent this way?  Why cant I be sleeping or have my feet up? Lots of thoughts like that.  Then I think about watching the kids play and how scrubbing floor and baseboards is part of being a mother.  It's what I do.  I don't feel so self sorry now.

I finish up my chores and start another load of laundry.  Brittany hears the Ice Cream Man.  She is frantically digging for her money and we miss him.  So I pack the kids up and we go to 31 flavors.  We eat it outside on the stone seats in the sun.  Jesse is a chocolaty mess and Brittany has more on her arms than in her mouth.  Both kids are smiling and I don't feel an ounce of guilt for my hot fudge sundae.  The lady next to us in on her cell.  She is saying how this is the first mother's day she has had her daughter.  The daughter looks to be 5 or 6 years old.  She goes on to say that she has full custody now.  I can hear relief and peace in her voice. We get cleaned up and go home.

So, I spent my mother's day being a mother.  I watched my kids be kids and I thanked God they were mine and that He has allowed me to be their mother.

This year wasn't forgotten, store bought cards and wilted, over priced flowers.  It was happy kids, a clean home, a smidgen of reality and a lot of humility.

Pookie
5-16-06

Sometimes I feel like someone has cracked my shell thinking I'm an egg, but really I'm a snail.

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