Sunday, May 10, 2009
On Mother's Day

My son had been asking for Sunday pancakes since Friday. Early This morning he woke me up with, " mommy, when are you making the pancakes?" I sat up in bed thinking of a way to get out of it and then it hit me. "Hey its Mothers Day! I should be asking you when are you making the pancakes!" He ran out the room and yelled for his sister to come to the kitchen. About a half hour later my special breakfast was served. A plate of soggy pancakes drenched in syrup and a tall glass of iced tea so sweet it made me thirsty. I loved every drop.

I think of my own mother today. I wish she was alive to see her grandchildren. So they could make her a special breakfast. She would have loved them so much. She would probably be shocked to see me with three kids and doing a good job raising them too!