I’m pretty sure that Taido was still asleep in his luxurious condo in Whistler BC while these cards were being delivered to me yesterday morning.  Mary Polly and Ben instructed me to wake them up at 6am and then to go back to bed.  Mary Polly asked me early in the week to write out “the recipes” for coffee and oatmeal.  Then she made cards and put Ben in charge of toast.  Efforts to involve Cole and Simon were futile and it turned out to actually be a relief to MP that Cole spent the night elsewhere on Saturday night since the only thing he had agreed to do was set his alarm so she and Ben could get up on time.  He wouldn’t even sign the card she made.

Simon and I slept in while also listening to the commotion downstairs hoping no one would get burned.  I couldn’t believe it but they really managed to fix breakfast and deliver it to me on a tray with flowers completely on their own.  NO HELP.  I wish I had taken a picture of my tray, but they sat on the bed and watched me eat it.  I was pretty much in tears reading their cards and notes.  You see, Mother’s Day came at the end of a long week of Taido’s being gone.  He left last Monday and so I was way past done by yesterday.  But then there were my little sweeties taking up the slack on Mother’s Day.  So darling.

Recently I have read about trying to take pictures of the things that might seem ugly in your life but really represent something beautiful.  I tried to take a few of these this weekend.  Usually when I see these on other blogs, the pictures actually ARE beautiful, but these aren’t necessarily.  Still to me they each represent a small victory from a long week.

I made it to storytime where Simon made this dog puppet.

We started a scarecrow project on a rainy day.

Art room remnants.

Dishes from my breakfast in bed. Note the burnt toast.

When I went to turn in for the night, my bed was still unmade and the cards still on it.  Cole had even added a note where Mary Polly had left him a spot.  He might have even used the word grateful.