The Mother’s Day Present
This morning, I took my wife out to breakfast. Just the two of us. It was a nice chance for the two of us to have a little time together without the kids, but it was also part of a plot. The two youngest kids wanted me to take her away for a few hours so they could get her present put together - they wanted to clean and vacuum the house. Which I thought was a great idea. So off we went, ostensibly just for breakfast and to pick a few things up at the store.
Driving to town, we were passing fields still flooded from last week's non-stop storms. At times, the road resembled a causeway more than an interstate. And that's after a week for it to drain. We really did get a lot of rain. But we had a nice drive; a chance to talk. However, even though it was fairly early on a Sunday, the local Perkin's restaurant was already packed solid - There wasn't a parking spot open in the entire lot. We figured it would be too long a wait, so we went to a nearby truck stop restaurant (which actually has good food, incidentally.)
So we had a nice breakfast, chatted some more, then went over to the store. There we only needed a few things, but I made sure she picked out her own present from me for Mother's day. (I also had an ulterior motive for taking her out this morning, you see.) It was the only thing she asked for, something near and dear to her heart, but I wanted to make absolutely sure she got the exact right one. So I asked her to pick it out. We got one she was thrilled with. Then it was back home.
She was thrilled, too, with the present the kids had arranged. The house was clean - completely dusted, vacuumed and looking really tidy. Even the usual kid explosions of clutter were neatly put away. Then she showed the kids what I got her. They oohed and ahhed over it, but she warned them - repeatedly - that they better keep their respective hands off it. This was hers, she was not going to share it and the first person to touch it was in deep, deep trouble. The look in her eye told us all she meant it, too. She obviously meant me, too. So I'll have to keep my hands off it as well.
She's even putting a lock on the case. I won't be able to borrow a ratchet even if I was crazy enough to try to.
(And yes, that is actually what she really wanted and asked for, no kidding. Her own toolset that she could keep away from the kids - and me!)
Personal Thoughts | Gaius Sunday, 13 May , 2007
By NortonPete, Sunday, 13 May , 2007 @ 3:51 pm
God Bless Moms, and God bless yours.
Thanks so much for sharing this wonderful day with everyone.
You might not realize how much this post means to someone like myself and my wife, who is wonderful, ( and just wanted their own flashlight! ) but does not have children but 3 dogs.
We read it with a great joy and wish every Mom the best day.
Without Mom’s the world would soon come to an end.
Our best wishes to all Mom’s and may God Bless.
(Red Skelton’s sign off ).