[Andy took the kids to the park, so I made a quick made a cup of coffee and hope to write this post before they come home.]
I don’t usually post photos of us here, but this one feels right for today. That’s our family at the school Cinco de Mayo celebration where students performed songs they learned in Spanish, and where we ate tamales made in past years by one of the teachers and her mother. At every school event, they set up a photo booth for families, and we get the best (only?) family photos in this school hallway.
What this photo doesn’t show:
- On the way out of the gym after the performance, one of my children smacked the bottom of the woman in front of us. (Yes, he did.)
- While waiting in line for the tamales and during a somewhat emotional conversation with the best school principal on earth who is moving to another school, one of my children stood behind me lifting my bottom up and down (you read that right) while the child in my arms dove out to smack anyone who came near.
This is not normal behavior for my children, and I should have taken this as a sign that they were tired and it was time to ditch the Cinco de Mayo party. But we stood in line for our photo (another tragic family line experience), said cheese… and then pulled some wailing children right out the school’s front doors.
Seeing that Cinco de Mayo photo of me with my son on my lap, knowing all that was hidden behind those smiles, reminded me of photos like this:
[I’m surely running out of quiet time now before everyone comes back from the park, so I’m going to try to wrap this up quickly.]
Mom, when life is confusing I still remember rocking with you. Thank you for everything you sacrificed for me… I’m sure you gave more than I know. I love you so much. Happy Mother’s Day!
And Happy Mother’s Day to all moms Today and Every Day. Peace.
[They’re back from the park. I’m going to go snuggle…]