When the little monkey gets an idea in her head about how a certain thing is supposed to go, it’s very hard to get her to see that sometimes, things go sideways… and more importantly, that everything will be okay even if it does. She was very excited about Mother’s Day weekend and wanted everything to be just right. I was just happy to be spending it with her and at the prospect that I might be able to stay in my bed that Sunday morning…until I had to either pee or throw some clothes on to finally go to the garden center around the corner so I could get my plant on.

After dinnertime, I sit in the bathroom while she showers and for several evenings before Mother’s Day, the conversation went something like this while the soap washed down the drain.

“So mama, what do you want to do for Mudder’s Day?”

I can’t bear to correct her because it reminds me of that old song by Allan Sherman, Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh! (A Letter from Camp) and it sounds so cute.  I’ve already told her what I would like to do but I tell her again.

“I already told you, monkeys — I would love breakfast in bed and to just hang out, and maybe go to the garden center if I feel like it later.”

“Are you sure mama? You don’t want to like, goooo anywhere or doooo anything for Mudder’s Day? Like, I don’t know…do something?”

“No, sweetie, I just want to relax and enjoy the day. I don’t need to do anything big.”

“Okay…,” the words spoken as if she doesn’t trust my desire to sit on my ass all day and do absolutely nothing.

On Friday, she mentioned to me that the gift she had made at school wasn’t in her backpack or cubby when she left school and she didn’t know what happened to it.  We asked Grandma, and she hadn’t seen it. The monkey was very distressed. I told her it had to be somewhere, and that it was probably still at school. At first there was quiet. And then…

“But mama…I really wanted to give you all of your gifts on the same day, on Mudder’s Day. It’s not the same if I can’t give them to you on the day!” She ran to me and squeezed me tight, pouting.

I told her it was okay. We’d figure it out, that I’d ask the teacher on Monday where it might have gone.  I knew it was somewhere, and I certainly wasn’t mad that it had gone missing, but she was so disappointed.

“Don’t worry, love.  You can just give it to me on Monday, and then I’ll get two Mother’s Days!”

“But mama, it’s not the same! I wanted to give you everything on the same day…” she cried.

She kept mentioning it until the day of, and when the morning came, she gave me a few other gifts, cards, and helped make me breakfast in bed. I couldn’t have asked for a better Mother’s Day.

As we enjoyed our morning I checked my email, and saw one that her teacher had forwarded to me from another mom in the class, saying that her daughter had somehow ended up with the little monkey’s present — they felt badly for the mix-up…but I felt better, as the mystery was solved, not to mention this meant I got to extend the holiday by a day!  I explained to Maya what had happened and she finally understood.

On Monday morning when I dropped her off at school, this was in her cubby:

Worth the wait...

Worth the wait…

Inside was a plate, hand-decorated with my favorite colors, and a star, much like a plate I had made at her age, ages and ages ago. She beamed when I opened it and told her I loved it …and her.

I’m so grateful to be her mama.