|KingMan, my oldest son.|
Today was our first Mother's Day without my husband, their father. He made Mother's Day special. He would always start the day with a card. He took pride in finding just the right card, to convey just the right sentiment. The card was always followed by breakfast in bed. The children loved to help Daddy make breakfast for Mommy. Last night when I mentioned to KingMan that Mother's Day was on Sunday, he looked at me with panic in his eyes. I knew he had forgotten. My husband was not around to remind him, and I knew he felt bad about it. So I came up with a plan to get something for Mother's Day that was just as valuable as any gift. I told my sons what I wanted for Mother's Day was breakfast in bed, including my favorite smoothie, and a clean house. Both boys lit up with excitement because they thought it was an easy task to make Mommy happy. Before breakfast there were dishes to wash. After breakfast there were dishes to wash. The kitchen floor had to be scrubbed. Then dishes had to be washed again after lunch and dinner, which they were responsible for preparing. Did I mention the laundry?
|LionHeart, my youngest son.|