Mother’s Day 2012
Unfortunately my parents had to leave the day before Mother’s Day, but at least we had the chance to celebrate with Nonna at Keegan’s school Mother’s Day Tea. I am still not sure why it is called a tea, since the only tea served is ice cold, and especially why they insist mothers need to wear a hat: this is not England, nor the first day of horse racing. In fact every year less and less mothers comply. I obviously buckled under pressure, but did not wear the hat I hastily bought. Mom wore it instead: it definitely fit her better than me.
This year, fortunately they skipped the usual dance-along game, and just had moms and kids walk down the “walkway”: pretty embarrassing, but nobody was really paying attention anyway.
So we socialized with other moms, while the kids had some snacks and wreaked havoc around the playground.
Rozalin and Keegan goofing around for Nonno’s camera
On Sunday we had the real celebration. It was a little bittersweet as nonni left the previous day and we were all a little sad: we missed them! The day was beautiful, though.
I slept in that the morning (till 10.30!), while the boys watched some TV and prepared an amazing brunch for me. I woke up with the wonderful smell of pancakes and eggs.
I got my sweet cards, (from both of my “boys”), an orchid plant (how long will it take till I kill this one too?) and a gift certificate for a massage place nearby. Certificate that Keegan keeps on reminding me I have to use!
He was so proud of all the gifts and of course of his handmade card. He stitched the work MOM on a piece of fabric and tucked inside a card he decorated with his drawing and name. He was happy he had the chance to do it, since we got back from our trip just 2 days before Mother’s Day Tea.
our annual Mother’s Day Photo
The afternoon was mellow: I enjoyed the last of the sun, before the marine layer rolled in. Then, we all went for ice cream and on the way back we played a little at our neighbor Jada’s house.
Keegan gave me another cool gift that afternoon when he told me, totally out of the blue: “You are always pretty mom!”. It was really sweet. I guess moments like these make up for all the other frustrating ones…
Matt cooked another amazing dinner for us and we just relaxed and watched a movie to conclude a good day. Thank you boys for making this really wonderful celebration for me. I love you with all my heart.
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