So the day started off nice. Owen usually yells his arisal from his room and we hear it on the monitor - "MAMADADDY! HELLO! HEY MAMA!" and on weekends, we usually yell back - "COME HERE, COME TO MY BEDROOM" cause i mean, really, I don't want to 'wake up' at that point. So at 9 a.m. yesterday, Owen just showed up unannounced in our room, smiling. So we dragged him into bed and one of the first things he said was "Happy Mother's Day!" I was touched. He & his dad gave me cards and some small, cute presents. Then they made me breakfast. After that, we went to Eff-cot (as Owen would say) and spent a long, tiring day there.
But the best part of the day came at the very end. It was nearing 11p and both Ryan and I were exhausted and Owen just wasn't in the mood to sleep. I made a deal with him - he could sleep in our room tonight if 1) he promised to go to sleep and be quiet, and 2) he slept in his own room tomorrow. So as we were all drifting off to sleep, I thanked my boys for a wonderful mother's day - more than any cards or gifts they gave me, the best gift they gave me was just giving me hugs and kisses. I didn't tell them this, but that meant so much more to me as a mom because of the own way I've been treated by my own mother. So anyway, Owen turns to me, grabs my face in his hands, gives me a kiss on my left cheek with his very soft lips and says, "You Welcome for the Happy Mother's Day, mama." He almost made me cry with that hilarious statement. He made me realize that no relationship is perfect, and love may not last forever, but really, truly appreciate every moment I have with this kid while he's young and able to express his love like that. Who knows what he'll be like in 13 years - I just hope I raise a young man who loves me and won't hate me when he's going thru teenage angst!!! :)
