Last week, I picked up the children from school, and was feeling happy about something…

“Hey, Mother’s Day is this Sunday!” I inherited my father’s habit of reminding people of special dates for oneself.

“Yeah!” the kids cheered from the back seats.

“You should take us somewhere nice for dinner and buy us presents.” 11-year-old.

“No, it is Mother’s Day. Not Kids’ Day. It is Kids’ Day every day around here. On Mother’s Day, it is your turn to do something nice for me for a change.” me.

“But, without us, there is no Mother’s Day for you. So, on Mother’s Day, you should especially celebrate us.” 11-year-old.

I sighed.

The kids giggled in the back seats.

Luckily for me, I didn’t count on the kids to properly celebrate Mother’s Day. I counted on my husband for that. He was their ringleader on Mother’s Day celebrations. He bought the cards, got the kids to sign them behind my back, and made reservations at nice restaurants.

But, my favorite mother’s memory has nothing to do with him at all. It was at the Mother’s Day celebration at my baby’s pre-kindergarten class. Hubby wasn’t in it, because only the mothers were invited.

At the Mother’s Day cupcake party hosted in their classroom, each child got to introduce his/her mom, say a few nice things, and present her with a special handmade Mother’s Day booklet keepsake.

The kids were supposed to open the booklet, read a page or two from the book, shown us the pictures they drew, and give the booklet to his/her mom, while everyone clapped and admired the cuteness of it all.

The classroom air was filled with warmth, love, and the sweetness of cupcakes…until my 4 year old took the center stage.

My baby clutched the book tightly, and totally went off script.

“This is my mom,” my baby said, pointing me out to everyone. All the moms from the class already knew me.

I mustered my nicest smile to the class.

“She is a drinker.” 4-year-old said deliberately.


Bloody HELL…

The air was immediately sucked out of the room, the grown-ups in the classroom were shooting awkward glances at each other in every direction.

My nicest smile went quiet, with a lingering smile momentarily frozen in place. It wasn’t pretty, my face had that kind of sorry expression that was menaced by complete horror and embarrassment.

My cheeky 4-year-old was utterly oblivious to my trauma and the eerily silent classroom.

The devil child announced, “She drinks black coffee ALL of the morning,” gave pause, then continued, “and she drinks green tea ALL of the afternoon. That’s my mom!”

Whew…. The awkward tension disbursed. The moms and teachers exploded into laughter and everyone clapped mighty hard.

My baby looked around, then beamed with pride with her awesome Mother’s Day speech.

Mother's Day book from my then 4-year-old

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