Crap for Mom

So, I just read my last post.

Wow, sorry.

That was a big jumbled up mess. I suppose it's because that's how my brain has been since we got back. I've been so busy this week and I'm trying to catch up. Thank goodness soccer is over this week and dance next week. I came home to find out that the Mother/Daughter activity we had been planning for next week was moved to yesterday and not only was I in charge of the game, Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader, I also had to cook a spaghetti dinner for 18. So I pulled that out of my... ah, err...hat and I'm just hangin on till schools out.

I gotta say that the end of the school year is much worse than the beginning. And I'm sure this is why they decided Mother's day should be in May. I'm needing a little appreciation.

Speaking of Mother's day. Everyone who knows me knows that I'm not a touchy, feeling, huggy, teary sort of girl. I do have my moments but overall I'm kinda, um, well...? I don't have a word for me. That could be fun, everyone fill in the blank.

Kelli is_______________.

Let's have it, I can take whatever you got!

Anyway, that's not really where I was intending to go. So, Mother's day and me being not so...Sentimental. Yeah, that's it, Sentimental. Since the day I found out I was expecting our first little kiddo I've always thought, 'What am I going to do on Mother's Day when they give me all of that crap.' It's true. You know, school made necklaces, their picture on some piece of paper they have scribbled on, and heaven forbid some lapel pin that I will have to where to church in front of God and Everyone! OK, OK, you are all thinking what kind of mother is she! But read on, you might forgive me soon.

For a few weeks now Ryan has been mentioning this 'Secret' that he has at school and I can't know till Mother's day. I smile, pretend to be very excited and secretly dread it!

Then Thursday my mom picked up Jena from Preschool because I was at yet another doctors appointment. (That is another post in and of itself) Somehow I arrived home first and was sitting right here (Big Surprise) at the desk when Jena runs in yelling for me. She is holding something behind her back and she is so excited that she's could explode like a little fire cracker at any moment. I am genuinely excited to see what she's hiding.

Then out it comes. This little lovely bit of Arts and Crafts.

My heart got all a flutter. She read me all the things she had her teacher write on it, and I knew those came straight from her little heart and mind. It was so great! I will not throw this away and that's big for me! I hugged her so tight and got a little teary until she said, 'Mom, I gotta go to the bathroom!' It is now displayed prominently on the wall next to my most cherished, worldly possession...my Mac. {Insert long sigh here}

Next came Friday and Ry comes running in the door from school. This tells me 1 of 2 things. He either has to go to the bathroom super bad or he has brought a friend home with him. Why you ask? Well, Ryan will not walk home from school by himself. I have to walk 1 house up and directly across the street to pick him up from school. It's true. He is terrified to cross the street by himself. From his own mouth: 'I don't like crossing the street with all those Mom's around. They never watch where they're going!' Yeah, Great Right? ***Note to all you Mom's who drop off and pick up your children from school because they can't possibly walk 3 blocks...Slow the hell down and watch where you are going!

Anyway, there was no friend and no bathroom use so I knew something was up. He is holding a paper bag with 'Mom' written on it and he shoves it at me and practically yells 'Open It!' 'Let's wait till Sunday' I say. Oh, wow, I have hurt his feelings with that one. Read 'My mom does not want my gift!' So I open it. A super cute, homemade card and I love it. And then wrapped in blue tissue paper is this...yup, it's a lapel pin!


But strangely I think it's sort of cute. (At this point I'm thinking I might want to make another doctors appointment, because hello, it's a lapel pin!) And it has his cute little name carved in the back. The tears, they actually flowed, just a few, nothing to call the psychologist about or anything. I promptly put it on. No matter that it was so heavy it practically pulled my t-shirt off my shoulder. I wore it all day too. To the Mother/Daughter Game Night, to the store, to my husbands work. I wore it and I was proud of it. My little man made it for me. My first born, who I labored 15 hours to bring into this world. You bet I wore it and I'll wear it again too. In front of God and Everyone!

So how can this be? All that Mother's day crap? I'm actually loving it. I'm feeling like I want to get a little Jewelry Box and fill it up with all the Mother's Day gifts to come. Did I just say Jewelry box? Me, the girl who wears her wedding ring and 1 of 2 necklaces, both with stars by the way, and not another speck of bling. A Jewelry box?

I'm calling the doctor first thing on Monday.