You know how your kid brings home a million art projects each week? And you sort of look at them and wonder what the heck you are supposed to do with them?
I know there are some moms who keep that stuff. They have art boxes. Or they put them up on some gallery wall. I usually just try to throw them away when the kids aren’t looking. And, well, that’s the key. There’s nothing quite like the broken heart a kid experiences when they find their cherished art work crumpled up on the top of the recycling bin. And then you have to make up some elaborate story about how the art work must have jumped off the counter and into the garbage because there is no way in the world that you ever would have thrown that beautifully executed piece of art work in the garbage. What kind of horrible mom do you think I am?!?!
Then, every once in a awhile, one of them brings something home that I think is pretty much the most awesome thing that I’ve ever seen in my life. And that happened last week when my son brought home a Mother’s Day booklet thingy that he’d done in class all about me. At first, I was scared. Would he have shared some of my deepest, darkest secrets in this Mother’s Day book? And then I remembered that I don’t really have any deep, dark secrets.
Here’s his little Mother’s Day book. With some of my sarcastic commentary because, well, that’s what I do.
I have never in my life worn a red dress, pink tights, and purple shoes. Just sayin’….
I’m not sure I’d say I like eating granola and yogurt. I’d rather have an Egg McMuffin or a chocolate croissant. Who wouldn’t? But I do try to eat a healthy breakfast and granola and yogurt is one of my go-to’s. I’m thinking those are raisins in my granola and yogurt, since the granola I use has raisins in it. That or…?
It looks like I’m cooking a bag of money in this picture. I’m not sure what it is in my hand. A tomato? An orange? I don’t usually cook with oranges so that would be weird. Anyway, I’m clearly over-analyzing this one. I love that he thinks I’m a good cook. I’m not, but it’s cool that he thinks that.
So here’s the thing. I actually don’t really like playing board games. I just feel like it’s a better use of our time than watching television or sitting around staring at each other. Honestly, I feel like it’s something that I’m supposed to do so I do it. I’m glad he hasn’t figured that out.
This one seems really funny to me. I’m feeling sorry for the kid who has a mom who doesn’t help him when he gets hurt. But it’s cute that I get credit for this. Score.
And the award for most obvious 6 year old goes to… No, so so cute. I love you because you love me, too. Funny how that works.