Now that my 'children' are old enough to prepare something I don't have to PRETEND to enjoy eating, the flavor of my Mothers Day morning has improved. But....
.... there is a certain spark of excitement I miss. When those chubby little cheeks were aglow with the excitement of serving me something THEY made (that tasted even worse than it looked), the meal had it's own special sweetness.
Motherhood certainly does have its trade-offs. Which breakfast would you prefer:
* the one served with perfect joy?
* the one served with perfect flavor?
(I can't decide ... I love them both, as much as I love the angels that serve them.)
Happy Mothers Day!
Answer by ambr2006 at 12:16 PM on May. 8, 2011
Answer by ambr2006 at 12:17 PM on May. 8, 2011
Answer by Anonymous at 1:02 PM on May. 8, 2011