Let me set the stage for you ... the boys are watching Little Einsteins in the car on the way to school. They are a little old for the show but S is digging it so I let them take my computer to watch in the car. D and I are in the front, listening to CBC Radio 2 (oh, how I love you CBC Radio 2) ...
The following is a snippet of the conversation between E and S that occured while they were watching ...
E - We are smarter than the Little Einsteins. Why are they called "Einsteins'? They aren't Einsteins, we are.
They both go back to watching ....
E - We know all this stuff. Turns to S and says ... And this is the proof of a good education, my young friend.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Does it get better than that last comment?
I know I didn't write anything on Mother's Day. I chose, instead, to spend the day away from the computer (for the most part) and with my family. But I couldn't have summed up my day better than that little conversation. Because as much as I love my beautiful children, I really like them too. And that is above and beyond what I expected when I became a mother. Really liking your kids as much as you love them. I look at my children and, if they were my age (and not my children), I would want them as friends. They are bright, funny, charming, ridiculous, messy, loving, generous, taxing, sweet, and so much more.
There are no words that could ever accurately convey what they mean to me.
While my mushy heart swells at the sweet handmade gifts and the heartfelt words and kisses on Mother's Day, it isn't just one day of the year for me. It is my blessed, sweet life every day. Not that it isn't hard some days. Not that some days I don't want to throw in the towel or put them on the curb for give away. But I every day I am made a better person for knowing those two children. And being their mother is an honour.
PS - All I learned about being a mother, I learned from mine. It is a gift to be able to say that I am my mother's daughter.