Mothers Day Blog.

Instead of sharing something about my own experiences as a mom, I wanted to do a story about my own Mom this Mother’s Day.  Won’t Mom be surprised? ;  )

When we were very young, my sisters and I, used to be very creative. We did not have a lot of things. We had each other and we had our imaginations. For special days like my parent’s anniversary and Mother’s Day we always got together and tried to plan something special.  We were very young, between the ages of 8 and 12 I would say, maybe even younger, so we did not have much to work with and very little funds. One of our favorite things to do was to make a pinata. I have no idea which one of us came up with the idea; I don’t even remember ever seeing a real pinata back then. We always pooled together whatever money we had, which was never much, and we would go to the penny candy store and by a bunch of candy. We always made the pinata out of a lunch bag that had been decorated. We would decorate it with crayons, stickers, or ribbon, whatever we could find. It was not very elaborate believe me. We would hide it, talk about it in hushed tones and eagerly anticipate the special day. When we gave it to our Mom we were so proud. To us it was a masterpiece.  My Mom and Dad would act like it was the work of art we thought it was. I never, ever felt like what we had done was anything but perfect. She never belittled our efforts. No matter how lame they were really, I mean for goodness sake, it was a paper lunch bag.

     When I was an adult my mom gave me my baby book. It had become more than that really. It was full of cards and stories and poems and pictures that I had given her.  I can’t tell you how special it made me feel, that my efforts were important enough to her, that she kept those things for so many years. They were all stuck into a book that started out as a baby book and ended up being the story of my first 18 years. The pictures were torn at the edges and the writing is pretty faded but the memories of giving my Mom those gifts, all those years ago, are now crystal clear in my mind. Thanks Mom!  I Love You!