Happy Mothers Day to me

On Mothers Day, J gave me a wonderful gift. He woke up at 6:30 AM. It was really important for him to remind me that I was a mother. Even better, was the fact that Chris left at 6:00 AM to go to his meetings before church. So, I was left to take care of my dear sweet offspring.

Instead of enthusiastically jumping out of bed to greet the morning, I chose to wait and listen to him screaming "CHRIS!!! I'm awake! CHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIS!!" over and over again, while pounding on his wall. I think it's pretty hysterical that he refers to his father in such an endearing way these days; they are on a first name basis. Chris hates it. I love it. Love it.

After I, along with the rest of the Hale, I'm sure, decided that my dear first-born was not going back to sleep, I rolled myself off the bed to my feet thinking, "Hey! It's mothers day!! And truthfully, I couldn't be more happy to be a mother," which added a little spring to my step, and off I went to sweep up my angelic son into my arms.

As soon as I opened the door to his room, I threw my arms open, bursting with love, and admiration as I cheerfully said: "GOOD MORNING SON! I love" --- and then was stopped mid sentence with an ego-blowing "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CHRISSSSSSSS!!!" as my kind-hearted toddler threw his helpless body back onto his mattress, yelling and pounding. "GO AWAY!!"

Seriously.

Seriously?

Happy Mothers Day to me!

Just to call his bluff I walked closer to the creature laying inside my sons bed. I realized he wasn't joking once he noticed I was getting closer to him and he defiantly stood up and pointed to the door, "NO Mama. TIME OUT!! GO AWAY! You time out!! GO AWAY!!!" and then frantically tried to look past me, wailing for his father: "CHRRRRRRRISSSSSS!"

I guess he was not amused.

Too bad his dear ol' Pop was no where to be found.

I left the door open to his room and went to make myself some fancy mothers day breakfast. If the creature wanted to join me, he could let me know, I told him as I left his lair with the door open.

After hearing the word "CHRIS!" 1.5 million more times, I kindly yelled back, "Is that all you got!? He isn't here. Keep it up, and maybe he won't ever come back!"

He wasn't amused.

Whoops.

After I fed myself some awesome breakfast, and thanked myself for a job well done, then thanked myself for the compliment, I decided the creature could join me in the front room, or I could tape his mouth shut---whatever worked in order to "shut his trap", as my mother would say.

My Mothers Day request to cuddle quietly on the couch with him was denied, when instead he thought throwing toys at my vital organs (head, chest, etc.) would be a better way to spend this blessed Mothers Day together. As I drifted in and out of sleep, I finally decided to start getting ready for our 9:00 church, once J started using his stuipd plastic baseball bat on my face to encourage me to get up. Note to Santa: baseball bats are not so awesome all the time.

Mothers Day is awesome!

J reminded me again how much he loved me when his Dad was up speaking at the pulpit. In between Chris talking about how much he loved the mother of his children, and what a smash-up job I do, everyone in the congregation could look behind them and see said mother, holding said child, as he flailed around, yelling, "Help Chris!! Help!! NO MAMA!! HELP CHRIS!! GO AWAY MOM!" You could tell how proud I was, because it actually tears to my eyes.

Yet, at the end of the day, I did not return either of my children. I kept them, and tucked them into bed. I sat in my rocking chair replaying my day, and couldn't help but laugh to myself.

I am a mother.