It doesn't usually take long for the men in a woman's life to figure out how to get on her good side. My Prince Charming learned early in our relationship that there are three surefire ways to win my heart:
2. Chocolate (or Starbursts)
3. Anything Sleeping Beauty related, bonus points if you manage to find Aurora in the blue dress.
So when he was taking advantage of my absence to do some Mother's Day shopping and found this ornament, he knew it was the perfect choice.
The only problem with his plan is that our Amazon account is attached to my email address. So he had to text me to warn me not to open any emails from Amazon. But you know, and I hope someone from Amazon is reading this, Amazon is really bad at keeping secrets. Unlike many companies which simply email you to let you know "Your order has shipped", Amazon feels the need to remind you precisely what you ordered. In the email heading. So even though I dutifully did not read the actual emails. It was hard to miss the, "Your order has shipped: Authentic Sleeping Beauty...". Lucky for Amazon, the titles of the things Jonathan ordered (one is being saved for my birthday and I seriously might die of curiosity between now and then!) were too long for me to see all of them. But I did know one thing: my sweetheart was going to play into my obsession.
But he wasn't the only one determined to make my day special. My children had some surprises up their sleeves too. Admittedly, they were helped by their Primary leaders. While I led the music for half of the children, my oldest announced quite loudly, "Mommy, I drew you a turtle with five heads on the back of my card, you see? And look, this turtle has a mustache!"
It was amusing and after a very long and stressful weekend, I appreciated his levity.
But I wasn't prepared for the second part of my surprise. While I was taking an afternoon nap, much needed after everything I'd had going on, my children decided to make cookies. By themselves. If you're wondering why Daddy didn't help them, he wasn't told what they were doing and was busy working on projects of his own. I woke up and while my husband talked to his mother on the phone, my children came with their creations. "Look Mommy, we made you special Mother's Day cookies!"
Onto my lap were dumped dozens of pieces of bread, cut out into various shapes and sizes. An entire loaf-worth of bread had been squished, mutilated and torn. It would have been easy to get mad, to remind them that food is not to be wasted. But there were my two older children, beaming with pride. My heart melted a little bit. They weren't trying to waste food, though undoubtedly there were several pieces of bread that ended up discarded. They were trying to do something special for me. In their own sweet little way, they were trying to do for me something I often did for them. I ate one of the "cookies" and said, "These are good, but you know what might make them even better?"
"Let's put a little butter on them and drizzle some honey. Then we'll bake them in the oven for a while. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Thrilled beyond belief, they brought me butter and honey and we got to work. I couldn't stop smiling. Mother's Day hadn't quite gone the way I'd expected it. My children had stood on the stage at church and cried (my daughter loudly) while the rest of the children sang their Mother's Day song. Chores which had been neglected during my weekend Facebook event glared at me as though to question my skills as a wife and mother. I was sore and tired and stiff from too many hours trying to get Facebook to cooperate for the poor authors (including me) trying to present at our party. But even with all the things going "wrong," my children and my husband had done what they could to make it a good day for me. And you know something, those Mother's Day Cookies were the best cookies I've ever had.
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Jessica L. Elliott
Author, artist, mom and super-genius