Mother's Day

While I think being a mother is wonderful and fulfilling, I think Mother's Day is kinda lame. I guess I inherited my dad's lack of conformity to imposed gift-giving resulting in forced (although real) affection. I mean, of course I love my mom. Of course Nate loves me for being the mother of his children. Why do I need Hallmark and the U.S. government to tell me when to show it?

Nevertheless, Nate and I mildly celebrate these holidays. For Father's Day last year, I think the most I did was dress Max up in a shirt that said "I love Dad!" and declare a recent purchase that Nate wanted as "Your Father's Day Gift!" This Mother's Day, Nate did pretty much the same thing for me. That's kinda how it works. Sometimes we get fancier... Nate bought me earrings and tickets to the symphony for this past Valentine's Day. Very cliche, and very lovely. Point is - we don't stress about these minor holidays.

Anyway, we went out to eat for dinner on Saturday and then walked around BYU. Max freely roamed the campus while Nate and I reminisced about our college days. We bought Max a mini-basketball. I got chocolate covered cinnamon bears and a walnut myrtle. Being a weekend evening in the Spring, there were very few people on campus. Some buildings we entered were completely empty. On our way back to the car, a little old woman asked if we spoke Spanish. I told her that I did, and she asked us for a ride to a park. Strange, but we agreed to take her. So after our brief detour to a park to drop off an old lady, we headed home.

For Mother's Day... eh hem... Sunday, I made a roast for dinner and banana cake with cream cheese frosting for dessert. Holy Moly. The cake was so dense and moist, and the frosting was so creamy. I must admit, I loved myself for making that cake. Happy Mother's Day, self! Happy Mother's Day, Nate! Happy Mother's Day, Max!

Earlier this week, I was making dinner when Max got into the cupboard under the sink and bit into a dishwasher detergent packet. I turned when he started coughing. It looked like most of the powder had fallen to the floor, so very little must have been ingested, if any. He was panicking from the irritation to his mouth and throat, so I quickly picked him up and rinsed his mouth out. He vomited a little, and I kept rinsing. I stuck my finger in his throat to prompt more vomiting, and finally he seemed normal.

Mother's Day? Oh yeah, I got this mother thing down.