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Prompted By Mother’s Day

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Many years ago we spent a spring weekend with friends at their beach house a few hours from the city.

That Sunday was Mother’s Day and our young son and our hosts’ two young kids had planned a lovely surprise.  Early that morning our bedroom door burst open and the three kids came in, our son balancing a large breakfast tray.

“Happy Mother’s Day!”,  the trio chanted as they approached our bed.

”How lovely,  thank you!”  I exclaimed.

But the words were hardly out of my mouth when to the horror of my son and his friends the too-heavy tray he carried toppled, and a sticky mess of juice, tea, toast, and  jam somersaulted onto the sheets.

And as is the wont of us mothers, I quickly turned from a feted celebrant to a consoler of children,  a drier of tears,  and a cleaner of spills.

And despite that minor mishap it was a lovely – and quite memorable –  Mother’s Day!

– Dana Susan Lehrman 

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This retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!
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Comments

  1. Betsy Pfau says:

    Cute story, Dana. You are right – their hearts were in the right place and it was left up to the mother to clean up and console. That’s what we do.

  2. Khati Hendry says:

    A perfect Mother’s Day—kids celebrating you, and you being the mother they needed and loved. And an event you all remember (and presumably laugh about) to this day. Cheers!

  3. Dave Ventre says:

    I can so readily visualize that second, in slow-motion time, as the tray arced outward and down….

  4. Laurie Levy says:

    Your story certainly captures many aspects of motherhood. My granddaughter and her younger brothers plan to bake my daughter a cake. I’m sure it will be filled with lots of arguments. Still waiting for the picture (assuming anything was created).

  5. I seem to remember a few similar instances from when I was the kid, the details of which I have blotted out. Oh, perhaps I was about 20 and I seem to recall yelling “oh, shit!” which kind of took away from the mood I was attempting to create with the wonderful breakfast plans.

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