I wasn't joking when I said that all I want for Mother's Day is for Little One to continue to be the happy, healthy baby that she is.

Really. That's all I want.


Perhaps she'll adopt the tradition my brothers and I practiced for our mom on Mother's Day of every year when we were kids. We (with the help of our dad) would bring my mom breakfast in bed. We'd excitedly burst into her room with a tray that held toast, eggs, bacon, fruit, coffee and orange juice. We showered her with presents that we made at school for Mother's Day and we'd give her cards that we had made and flowers that we had picked. It was usually lilacs or daffodils, because that's what was growing at our place at that time of the year.

Now that I think of it, my mother must have loved us tremendously. She humoured us by being so excited to receive our gifts and breakfast...even when she was not a morning person and never ate breakfast! To this day, she cannot eat before noon! All those years, she entertained us because that was our gift to her and we were so excited and pleased with ourselves.

I'm sure she's kept a lot of the trinkets we made her when we were in elementary school. That jewelry box I made in grade 4 (out of a gold spray painted tissue box and decorated with macaroni and pasta shells) was the coolest thing on earth back then. Now, it probably looks gaudy. Moms appreciate their kids' creations and love their little presents for the treasures that they are.


Again, Little One is only 17 months old. She's a happy, healthy, funny, and busy little girl. I couldn't ask for anything more.

Being a mother is a gift.