Good morning Everyone!
Kayla came to live with us the year I turned 40. She was three. I noticed immediately that I was usually the oldest mother in any gathering, but I didn’t know that Kayla had noticed it too.
The year she turned five her day care held a Mother’s Day lunch, and of course I went. I arrived bright and early with my camera, to find the tables neatly decorated with tablecloths, flowers planted in styrofoam cups for decoration, and signs taped to each chair. The signs were drawn by each child, and were meant to mark their mother’s place. I found my place adorned with the following sign:
My Mom is 100 years old.
She has Brown hair and brown eyes.
My mom’s favorite color is all colors.
She likes to eat salad the best.
I make my mom happy when I hug her.
My mom always says I love you.
My mom is so smart she can read.
I love it when my mom and I hug.
I laughed until I cried over the age; it was even funnier when I overheard one mother, who was roaming the tables looking at the signs tell another mother “Oh, look, that mom’s child put her age at 80” and the other mom say, “Well, some poor woman’s child listed her age at 100!”
It won’t surprise anyone out there, I am sure, to learn that the sign is still in my closet, hidden away for posterity.
Have a great day everyone!