Today is Mothers Day and as I'm typing, Brandon is doing the dishes and the kids are watching Transformers but what I want to talk about happened this morning. This morning Bre gave me the best Mothers Day gift ever. The gift of laughter and tears all at once. See, Brandon had done the 'sleep in' Mother's Day tradition yesterday knowing that he had an 8 a.m. soccer game on Mothers Day. (who schedules these things anyway) So this morning, it was just me and the kids. We had medicated David at around 5:30 (he has the plague) so he was still asleep and Bre was the first awake. She came into our room.
"Mommy, stay in bed...Ok?...don't get out."
"Um...Ok." (Thinking Brandon had put her up to something)
At this point she goes downstairs and to the kitchen. Now, we have a very small house so I can pretty much hear everything going on downstairs and my daughter...well...she likes to talk. To friends, to strangers, to herself, it doesn't really matter. So this is where the real fun is. It becomes apparent early on that she is attempting to make me breakfast. This is a little nerve wrecking for me since she is only five and there is a plethora of things for her to hurt herself on or make a mess with. So from upstairs I hear the stool moving around, the cabinets opening and closing and her narriating the whole thing.
(Fridge opening)
"Oh no, we only have heals, oh well."
Stool slides
"I'm going to give Mommy a GREEN plate and a Yellow cup."
Stool slides, toaster goes down. I'm thinking, "Oh no, she's going to burn herself trying to get the toast out...let her be...let her be...I need to let her do this."
Silence
"Pop UP toaster, pop UP!" (Patience apparently isn't really her thing)
Toaster pops, stool slides, fridge opens and closes, drawer opens.
"Ugh...I can't get it!" (This was apparently the jelly she couldn't open)
"Wellllllll, Mommy likes Cream Cheese."
Me: Leave her be, I have to let her do this.
Fridge opens, milk cartons pops open.
At this poing I'm laughing and crying all at once and worrying. "Oh no, how full is that carton? Can she lift it? Don't Spill!!! Let her be...let her be...I need to let her do this." As it turns out, she is a pretty independent kid!
"I have to bring these to Mommy, but first I have to put everything away." (Have I mentioned that I love this kid! She even put everything away!!!)
She comes upstairs with a big smile on her face, a plate with cream cheese toast in one hand and a cup of milk in the other. At this point I'm full out crying while simultaniously trying not to freak her out by crying.
We sat and cuddled while I ate the breakfast she made me and I thought about how much I love my babies. It was the best start to a Mothers Day and she did it all herself. No prompting from Daddy, no help from Mommy. It was perfect.
Except for the whole Hand Foot Mouth virus that has infected David and seems to have started this evening with Breanne. Fever and a rash of blisters that make them look like they have the plague. So we were quarantined for the rest of the day but we made the most of it and brought the fun to us instead of going out.
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