Last weekend families in many parts of the world celebrated Mother’s Day. To be honest, the day was similar to what I have experienced since we were asked to stay at home. This year we could not go out, and my family could not go shopping for flowers and treats. My daughters, however, did not let the day go by without giving me the gifts that they had made for me.
My youngest drew a picture of me reading on the sofa – a sight that is frequently seen in my home. In addition, she animated it (I am unable to post the animated version here). Her digital portrait of me still makes me smile. I love it so much that it is my new profile picture for my Instagram account. 🙂
Each year a day is set aside for Mother’s Day. Like all holidays, it has the danger of being commercialised but the sentiment behind it is good. This day is one in which you can show – and tell – your mother how much you appreciate her actions and support. I have certainly done so in the past.
Now that I am a mother myself, I enjoy this day of appreciation. I do get the hugs and the love during the year – but on this day, I am made to feel special. My children, with my husband’s help, prepare a delicious lunch for me (I prefer eating at home as opposed to going out to a restaurant). Besides the hugs and the presence of all my family members at the table, this year I received some beautiful flowers (from my daughters and son).
Besides the flowers, my daughters bought me a lunch box that I had been eyeing. What makes their gift even more special is that they bought it with their own money – money that they had earned from their weekly tutoring job. And my husband? Besides organising our lunch and then cooking dinner, he bought me the fitness tracker that I had been eyeing for a while – yes, the Fitbit.
This week I am grateful for Mother’s Day, a day on which I am spoiled and reminded that even though I am taken for granted at times, my family does love me and appreciates what I do for them.
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Good morning to you and welcome on this sunny day. Yesterday the day was bright and the temperatures a lot warmer than we have had. The air coming through the windows today is a little cooler – but at least we can still see the sun shine. 🙂
If we were having coffee, I would the week began with news that we had almost expected – the school board delayed, once again, the decision on where the school is going to be located next year. The result? Two more teachers have decided to leave and have found positions elsewhere. We are sad to see them go but we can understand why they have made the decision to leave. Maybe we will know next week what the decision is to be regarding the school?
Mid-week I had the opportunity to spend some time outside when I attended a workshop at an Outdoor Education facility. I was introduced to a number of ideas on taking inquiry outside; and was inspired by the motivational speaker. The best part? I spent time outside in a piece of forest that exists in the city. I wrote about my experience in more detail when describing my Weekly Smile. (You can read the post here).
On Thursday we had the Shoestring Opera come to the school to present an adaptation of the opera Carmen. The children loved the interactive theatre – and I enjoyed listening to the music. Carmen is, after all, my favourite opera.
The story appealed to the children as the storyline was one they understood – a new girl in a new school and the experience she has on her first day.
On Friday I definitely felt the expression TGIF! I am feeling tired even though it is the final hurdle before the Summer break. I am starting to think about report cards and am sorting out my students writing and reading abilities. But on Friday, we were not thinking of report cards. Instead the school participated in a school wide activity for Jump Rope for Heart. Our school community normally raises a substantial amount for this charity – and the kids love the activities that the gym teacher plans. The bonus was that the weather was perfect – not too hot nor too cold. It was lovely being outside and watching the children jump rope.
Saturday I woke up early to bake a cake to celebrate my youngest daughter’s sixteenth birthday. She planned to celebrate her day with her friends and I had plenty to do organising the food and cleaning our place. My husband went off to Chinatown to buy spring rolls and the dumplings while I chopped the vegetables and cooked noodles. My daughter had a wonderful lunch and afternoon with her friends. I will make a special meal for her later on in the week on her actual birthday.
During the week I prepared Mother’s Day gifts with the children in my class for their mothers. I collected the glass ‘petit pots’ that my yogurt comes in, bought some beads, and made sure I had enough glue sticks for my glue gun. I worked with two children at a time and guided them to create and decorate a pencil holder for their moms.
Not only was the gift pretty and useful but making it also encouraged the children to work on their hand-eye co-ordination and to strengthen their fingers.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that it is time to go. My children are kicking me out the living room so they can get lunch ready for Mother’s Day. If you are a Mom, enjoy your day. And if not, I hope you get to spend the day with your mother.
When we think of Art, we often think of the Masters: Renoir, Monet, Picasso. However, each of us have a little artist inside – an artist which we often give free reign when we are young. I have many little artists in my kindergarten class. They love it when the paints come out – whether the paint is tempura or watercolour. The children had experimented making paper with the ECE and, instead of them taking the rough paper home unmarked, I thought they could paint on it with watercolours. Once the paint had dried, I mounted the artwork on some yellow card:
I liked how the yellow showed up the colours of their painting. With pleasure, I placed the paintings inside the frames:
I was pleased with the result. I helped the children gift wrap their work in tissue paper and they carried it home to give to their moms for Mother’s Day. I am sure this Kindergarten Art will grace many tables for years to come. And serve as a reminder to the children that they all have a little of the artist in them.
She brought me into this world crying, she fed me and clothed me, she guided me as I made my first hesitant steps. But she did so much more: she comforted me when I fell down and scraped my knee; she listened when I spoke of my fears at school; she encouraged me when I wanted to something that was unexpected. She encouraged me to be independent, to follow a path that would help me achieve my goals.
When I became a mom myself, I understood more the little sacrifices my mother had made for me. Since the pain of childbirth, she had put me before herself. She had given us, my sisters and I, the best of what she could give. She did her best to protect us, as I now do with my own children. She would give freely to us herself and the material things we needed as I now give to my own.
I love my Mother.
Even though we now live far apart, I welcome every time we can connect. I am thankful for the technology that allows me to speak to her often, and to see her face as she speaks to me. I enjoy hearing her voice as she speaks of the current quilting project and the daily experiences of her life. I treasure her laugh and her wise words.
I love you Mommy.
Thank you for all you have done for me. The actions, the advice, the wise words. I would not change you for any other.
Mother’s Day has come to mean a day off for me: a day off from the normal household tasks that I do every Sunday; a day off from the weekly shopping; a day off from preparing meals. From the first time I celebrated Mother’s Day as a mom myself, my husband has tried to make the day special.
My day began perfectly with a Skype call to my own mother. Living in a country far away from her, distance prevents me from visiting and spending time with her. However, thanks to the internet, I am able to both chat with her and see her face. After we had been talking for a while, my children woke up and were able to wish their granny. How wonderful it is for me to see them chatting comfortably with my mom; and to know that they love their granny.
As it was my day of rest, I was able to begin a new novel: Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. I read many pages without feelings of guilt – nor with the sense that I had to leave the book aside to prepare Sunday lunch. The reason is because we have started a tradition in our household. From the time my children were old enough to go to the supermarket with my husband, he has taken them out and gone “lunch shopping” with them. They buy bread, fillings for the bread, and sometimes flowers. The children help my husband set the table and prepare the feast. While they are doing this, I am ensconced in the bedroom so it can be a surprise. I am quite happy to be out of the way so I can read with my feet up!
I was called to the feast the girls had laid out on the table:
Not only did my children spoil me with a delicious lunch (helped, of course, by dad); but they also made me gifts with love. My eldest daughter created a mug for me using the colour I love (purple) and a the theme I prefer to have in my kitchen (fruit):
My youngest little girl made me a paper rose with a card:
The words inside the card touched my heart:
And my favourite coupon? Free hugs for a day! (Though I get those anyway 🙂 )