Little Schmeese and the Snacky Wad Mother's Day

Me and a wee baby Schmeese 2006

I love the quirkiness of Mother's Day. As a child I remember the four of us kids, along with Dad all weaseling our way somewhere onto mom's bed as she opened cards and homemade presents and ate her delicious mother's day breakfast-in-bed. I remember it getting harder and harder to all fit on that bed every year but somehow we made it work. I love that mom wanted us to be there with her. I remember really wanting her to offer me some of that nice food. I didn't ask for it, but I just wanted one teensy bite or the tiniest sip of her juice.

I used to dream of the day when I would get my own jelly roll pan with a kitchen towel placemat. A delicious breakfast-in-bed -- could anything possibly be better? (well, maybe an all you can eat breakfast-in-bed) Homemade cards strung about and little trinkets made for me by my own children. Isn't it funny to grow and realize those little dreams? What happiness the simple gesture of bringing me breakfast, cards and my children --- all singing mother's day praises and songs. I love it.

More quirkiness -----

Sometimes I forget that I have a child in Primary.

Today, while the second speaker was near ending her talk, Max asked for his traditional after sacrament snack. I obliged and took out a Nutri-grain bar. He took one bite and then another. When the speaker ended I heard a rustle in the crowd and realized that all of the primary children were heading toward the stage.

oh shoot. I thought.

me: "Max, you need to go up on the stage and sing a song!"

max: "Wait till it's done!"

me: "Max, how about after you sing you can have the rest of your snack."

max: "No, how about a snack and THEN a song?"

me: "No, Max, you have to hurry, look, there's Sam and Ryan and Austin and ..."

max: "No!!!! A Snack!!!!!"

me: ..................thinking................ oh please max, it's your first year as a Sunbeam----- I have been waiting for this for who knows-----!!

(this conversation all happened within 15 seconds)

I shoved the second half of the nutri-grain bar into his hand and sent him up to the stage before it was too late. With snack in paw, he came up behind the crowd and was encouraged to shimmy up to the front. As he stood there in the very front row, I watched him cram the remains of the cereal bar into his mouth and chew his snacky wad during most of the first song. Just standing there, chomping away. Happy as a jay bird. He didn't sing at all. Just chewed until it was all gone and then smiled a little bit.

You pick your battles. This time I let him win.

Well, I guess we both won.

And I am pretty sure the two families behind us who heard the whole conversation and saw the whole thing play out won too.

Quirky. funny. such a mother's day moment.

Thank you, family, for such a wonderful mother's day. I truly felt loved and appreciated.
Max and Oliver, I am so happy to be your Mommy. I love you.