Mother's Day
today I realized how much I value and love and adore my mother. I felt the need to do something a 'lil special for my mother today. So I kinda suprised her.
I went to TJ during the day yesterday with a group of friends. I was originally going to buy my mother something from macy's, a lil pricey to make her smile. But then I realized I'd much rather get my mother something from Mexico. Whether it be a decoration or necklace, I felt something quasi-foreign, and had a little personal touch would be more fulfilling. Money wasn't the issue, I didn't feel cheap getting her something from Mexico because I knew it was something she'd enjoy, more so than a piece of jewelry or a perfume. My mother is very humble. Which I love. I got her a glossy brown clay statue. It was of a donkey with flat board on it's back. On it's back, the flat board made space for 6 shot glasses at the ends with space for a clay tequila flask in the middle, oh...and a salt shaker. It's not so much intended for my mother to drink from. It was a homemade clay statue that I thought would look amazing in her kitchen.
I woke up today and drove Jeremy home in the morning. Upon my return, I had breakfast with Paco, then went home, showered and got ready to see my mom. On my way to see her, I went to the store and picked up a bouquet of flowers, and a card. I picked up the biggest bouquet and picked a heart felt card, I've been kinda sensitive lately. Not sure why. Anywho, I'm entering the parking lot and guess who I see as I'm finding parking. My mother :) I drive next to her, roll down my window and say, "Hi mom!!! Take your flowers!!!". She's suprised, I'm loving it...and she can't stop looking at the bouquet. I park and we drive to drop off my little sister Victoria, who was going to a baseball game with my stepsister and her boyfriend. We drive back to Chuck E. Cheese and I have my mother open her present I bought her. The clay statue. She loved it. I'm glad that I was able to give her something that made her feel so happy and warm inside. A gift from a son that usually doesn't do presents, unless he's asked to. (I have to be reminded about buying my siblings presents. I have 6 sisters and 2 brothers, it's hard to remember all of their birthdays)
She opened the card last, and it was almost like saving the best for last. The card was cute and had pieces of ribbon, three of them. All different colors, on the top left corner, adding some pizazz. Inside there was a small cartoon-ish drawing of a grassy area with some trees. I began to draw makeshift stick figures. One big, one kid sized. On the bottom of the picture. I made a caption. "Brawley, CA. 1992." It was supposed to represent the times when it was just she and I. My first memories of a kid. When it was just she and I in a 2 bedroom apartment. My father left when I was 2 months old. She did the best she could, and she tried her hardest for me. I've never realized it until recently all the things she's done for me. Raising me through every transition of early years. From infant to toddler, toddler to child, child to teenager, teenager to adult. That's a lot of raising there. A lot of putting up with my bullshit. I'm kind of happy or glad in a selfish sort of way that I was her first born. The one that got all the undivided attention, the one that she tried with the most, the one she most aided, most nurtured, I almost want to say most bonded. I'm getting off track here. Along with my drawn picture, I wrote a little message, that spoke volumes. I wished her for the best mother's day ever, and that I'm glad that she was my mother. I thanked her for always being there for me when I've needed someone, though I probably didn't hear what I wanted to. She and my stepfather always having a way of getting me back on good thoughts. The message ended thanking her for the impact she's had on my life, and how I am happy of the person I am because of her. She started to cry, which was a complete suprise to me. But it made me feel closer to her. I'm glad I was able to give her a good mother's day.
And we then proceeded to enjoy our afternoon at Chuck E. Cheese, We hung out and played video games, the whole family did. My mom, step dad, and little brother and sisters. I haven't done something fun with the family lately, so it was a nice change. I took my little sister to get prizes with her tickets, it was cute.
I hope you all remember to wish your mothers a happy mother's day. How funny, this whole entry was was about my mother, hah. She's special, ya know.
I went to TJ during the day yesterday with a group of friends. I was originally going to buy my mother something from macy's, a lil pricey to make her smile. But then I realized I'd much rather get my mother something from Mexico. Whether it be a decoration or necklace, I felt something quasi-foreign, and had a little personal touch would be more fulfilling. Money wasn't the issue, I didn't feel cheap getting her something from Mexico because I knew it was something she'd enjoy, more so than a piece of jewelry or a perfume. My mother is very humble. Which I love. I got her a glossy brown clay statue. It was of a donkey with flat board on it's back. On it's back, the flat board made space for 6 shot glasses at the ends with space for a clay tequila flask in the middle, oh...and a salt shaker. It's not so much intended for my mother to drink from. It was a homemade clay statue that I thought would look amazing in her kitchen.
I woke up today and drove Jeremy home in the morning. Upon my return, I had breakfast with Paco, then went home, showered and got ready to see my mom. On my way to see her, I went to the store and picked up a bouquet of flowers, and a card. I picked up the biggest bouquet and picked a heart felt card, I've been kinda sensitive lately. Not sure why. Anywho, I'm entering the parking lot and guess who I see as I'm finding parking. My mother :) I drive next to her, roll down my window and say, "Hi mom!!! Take your flowers!!!". She's suprised, I'm loving it...and she can't stop looking at the bouquet. I park and we drive to drop off my little sister Victoria, who was going to a baseball game with my stepsister and her boyfriend. We drive back to Chuck E. Cheese and I have my mother open her present I bought her. The clay statue. She loved it. I'm glad that I was able to give her something that made her feel so happy and warm inside. A gift from a son that usually doesn't do presents, unless he's asked to. (I have to be reminded about buying my siblings presents. I have 6 sisters and 2 brothers, it's hard to remember all of their birthdays)
She opened the card last, and it was almost like saving the best for last. The card was cute and had pieces of ribbon, three of them. All different colors, on the top left corner, adding some pizazz. Inside there was a small cartoon-ish drawing of a grassy area with some trees. I began to draw makeshift stick figures. One big, one kid sized. On the bottom of the picture. I made a caption. "Brawley, CA. 1992." It was supposed to represent the times when it was just she and I. My first memories of a kid. When it was just she and I in a 2 bedroom apartment. My father left when I was 2 months old. She did the best she could, and she tried her hardest for me. I've never realized it until recently all the things she's done for me. Raising me through every transition of early years. From infant to toddler, toddler to child, child to teenager, teenager to adult. That's a lot of raising there. A lot of putting up with my bullshit. I'm kind of happy or glad in a selfish sort of way that I was her first born. The one that got all the undivided attention, the one that she tried with the most, the one she most aided, most nurtured, I almost want to say most bonded. I'm getting off track here. Along with my drawn picture, I wrote a little message, that spoke volumes. I wished her for the best mother's day ever, and that I'm glad that she was my mother. I thanked her for always being there for me when I've needed someone, though I probably didn't hear what I wanted to. She and my stepfather always having a way of getting me back on good thoughts. The message ended thanking her for the impact she's had on my life, and how I am happy of the person I am because of her. She started to cry, which was a complete suprise to me. But it made me feel closer to her. I'm glad I was able to give her a good mother's day.
And we then proceeded to enjoy our afternoon at Chuck E. Cheese, We hung out and played video games, the whole family did. My mom, step dad, and little brother and sisters. I haven't done something fun with the family lately, so it was a nice change. I took my little sister to get prizes with her tickets, it was cute.
I hope you all remember to wish your mothers a happy mother's day. How funny, this whole entry was was about my mother, hah. She's special, ya know.