The Best Mother's Day EVER

Yesterday, my teenage son and almost teenage daughter gave me the best gift I could ever have hoped for. For over two whole hours they gave me my babies back. My daughter will still cuddle with me but my son? Yeah, right. And that's how it should be. He is a young man - there are definite boundaries now. He hugs me, but cuddling? Yeah, good luck with that. I have said before how monumentally unfair it is that we mothers are given these beautiful babies and that our job, from day one, is to teach them to not need us. They still need me in many, many ways but not in some of the ways I want them to still need me. Not in some of the ways I still need them.

But yesterday... I woke up to them yelling private jokes at me and singing while giving me breakfast in bed. They made me an omelet, turkey bacon, bagels, juice... and beside all that on the tray - one of my favorite memories. Years ago, when they were 4&6 they gave me breakfast in bed (family tradition) for either my birthday or Mother's Day. They didn't know how to cook and so they dug through the cupboards and gave me a warm can of Classic Coke (which I HATE) on a plate surrounded by sunflowers seeds and gumballs. So, yesterday I got the same treat next to my real food. Have I told you how funny my babies are? They are, both of them, hysterical.

Then they proceeded to wrestle and tease and joke and burrow in my covers and stand on my head and accidentally hit me while they were trying to hit one another. Their body slams hurt far more now than when they were little but their fights when things went too far made me laugh more than they used to.

We played forever and then they treated me to a movie. X-men. They opened doors for me, held my hands, told me they loved me. It was an entire day spent in heaven. What more could a mother ask for?

Not much.