“Mother of the Year” is written on the front page of the little book my son made in elementary school. I’m pretty sure all the moms of the students in his class were elected. The year was 1993.
Today I was trying to find something on the bookshelf and came across the book, which is an entirely wonderful personal treasure.
The first page says he is happy that I was elected. Then he goes on to say why.
“The best thing about my mom is that she’s fun to be with and nice.”
The next question asks him what the most important thing his mother has taught him.
He wrote that I taught him to, “Stop wars and boms.” Boms, not bombs.
He drew a picture of me, holding my palm out with the word stop written beside my mouth in one of those little cartoon type clouds. There was another person with a gun and he wrote the word “okay” beside that person.
I guess in a child’s mind stopping war and bombs is that easy.
The next part was written in larger letters: “Don’t use Drugs!” He spelled that right.
The next page reminds me of how much energy I had. “Mother on the Move” he titled it. I scanned it but it’s almost twenty years old —
I love my little book.
My son and I had a great time in his childhood.
I actually could clean a house in ten minutes. I played with him all the time but I only played Lacrosse once. He must have thought I was pretty good.