Every Day is Mother's Day...

I opened my eyes on Mother's Day to the sight of breakfast on my nightstand. An english muffin, lox and a diet coke - my normal Weight Watchers-friendly morning fare. Daniel scampered in a moment later, throwing his arms around me and wishing me a Happy Mother's Day.

 

As the sleep cleared from my brain I realized that Pete was still sleeping. Daniel had made me breakfast in bed himself! Who cared that the muffin wasn't toasted - I was so kvelling that my boy had thought of and executed breakfast in bed for me all on his own.

 

What a kid.

 

Dan joined me for breakfast in bed, and afterwards I was given some really terrific gifts. A manicure and pedicure from Pete, and this from Daniel:

 

Ahem. I'm totally sure Daniel had ME in mind when he chose this gift...

So, the other day I made it for him, er, myself...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He, er, I, loved it!

 

Love him.

 

When I was a kid we used to complain that there was a Mother's Day and a Father's Day, but no Kid's Day. My parents invariable replied "Every day is Kid's Day!"

That's true, to be sure. But I can't help feeling that now, for me, with such a wonderful, inspirational, kooky kid, that every day is Mother's Day.