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More Lovely Than the Cheetah

May 10, 2009

It’s such a nice transition when the kids stop wanting the adults in their lives to purchase presents for them to give to others, and instead start taking care of those gifts themselves. My Mother’s Day was so much more meaningful because of it. Here’s the text of Lawson’s card to me:

My mother is the most wonderful Mom in the whole wide world. My mom is as pretty as a cheetah. She weighs 100 pounds.  She is 45 years old.  Her favorite food is meat. I just love it when she cooks Yamazatos. My mom works with homebound. In the good old days when my Mom was little, she used to play in the snow. Now, her favorite hobby is volleyball. I think my mom looks funny when she sits on my dad’s lap. I wish my Mom would play with me everyday if she could. I would not trade my mom, even for a cheetah. I need to tell my mom thank you for giving me a hug. If I could give my mom anything in the whole wide world, I would give her a hug.”

Accompanying the card was a homemade stepping stone with Lawson’s handprint preserved for posterity, a coffee-filter flower, and one of those little iron-thingamabobs that Lawson had formed into a heart.

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I’ll tell you—days like this, when your beauty is compared to that of the cheetah and fifteen pounds is removed from your weight and you get a good laugh because your six year-old thinks you’re funny when you cuddle with his daddy—these are the days that make it all worthwhile. Even if that six year-old apparently does think you’re eleven years older than you really are.

Autumn surprised me with a “book” about myself. In “A Description of Lori,” she writes, “My mom looks very beautiful. She is the prettiest person ever. She has brown hair, but her true color is blonde. She loves us, and we love her. She is the best mom ever. I am very lucky to have her as a mother. She is funny, too.” I am the lucky one, I think.

She continues with tales of my childhood—how I “had three brothers who played football with her. When it came to dinnertime, she would not eat the brussel sprouts, but loved the spaghetti.” It’s funny to think back and recall the little sneak asking me all of these odd questions about my favorite and most despised foods and so forth over the course of the last couple of weeks. She keeps a good secret, though—I didn’t have a clue she was working on this project.

She finished the “interview” up with information about me as an adult—my occupation (homebound teacher), hobbies (reading, writing, and photography), favorite restaurant (Neighbors), favorite vacations (NYC and London)—and topped everything off with homemade brownies made by her and my mother-in-law. Bless. Her.

I have amazing kids. I don’t know what I did to deserve them. More often than not I truly don’t believe I actually do—who does deserve to have the responsibility for these incredible lives placed in their hands, if only for a brief time? I’m working on getting to that point, though, journeying toward being the person their very presence in my life seems to commend me to be.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. May 10, 2009 9:29 pm

    Sounds like a good day…

    …enjoy it.

  2. May 11, 2009 2:49 pm

    Because my kids are out of school today it has been proclaimed, “Mother’s Day, part 2”. I am feeling so spoiled I am afraid I smell rotten. And I love that you are prettier than a cheetah.

  3. April 28, 2010 6:40 pm

    Great story teling and Mom you are!

    One of my favorite ancestral mothers

    Happy Mother’s Day!

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