Happy Monday. Berry Freckles isn't really a "mommy blog", but hey, I'm a mom, and my kids are a big part of my life. The center of my universe, if you will. So Mother's Day cannot go by without some recognition.
First of all, I love Mother's Day. It is the ONE day of the year where I get to spend time with my family without being in charge. If the kids need help with something or have a question, I am completely fine with answering, "Go ask Daddy." Sleeping in and having a nice brunch don't hurt either.
Before Mother's Day even arrived, Freckle Girl came home from preschool with a present for me that she could not wait for me to open. Her wee little hand print...
Little did she know that I was expecting this gift! The two older kids have each made me this Mother's Day present in preschool and setting hers on the shelf with theirs got me all kinds of verklemped. How adorable are those all lined up next to each other?
Freckle Girl also gave me a card that she wrote herself. Now this kid has insisted for the past year that she can only write the first letter in her name. While spending the afternoon with our friend, who happens to be a teacher too, she wrote out her whole name and the "Happy Mother's Day". This card's a keeper for sure.
We spend Mother's Day weekend on Cape Cod for an Irish step dance competition for Freckle Diva. She loves loves LOVES dancing and it's a nice break for all of us. Plus, this weekend she performed her first ceili team dance and was just over the moon when they won first place. Seriously...could she be any cuter?
She also gave me a lovely card, complete with stickers galore and the way she signed the card as "your peanut"? Too much.
And of course, I do actually have another child. Freckle Boy is entering the tween "I'm too cool to write cards" stage. But he did give me some extra hugs, and considering I usually have to chase him down and force him to give me a hug, that's enough for me. Freckle Man also did a great job giving me a break and making my day special.
And last but not least, we finished off the day with my Mom. AKA "mamacita". My mom is my rock...always there for me, cheering me on, listening, supporting me. How great is it to know that someone loves you THAT much? Pretty great. Thanks Mom. I love you.