Warping Your Children on MOTHER’S DAY!

Which is even better than warping them any other day of the year, except maybe on their birthdays. Bwa ha ha!

Mother’s Day was very bittersweet this year.  I was able to enjoy my precious children (who were obviously possessed by imps today.  Sweet and adorable they were NOT, at least until after nap time).  That was very sweet.  But I very much mourned the loss of my daughters who passed away last year. It will be a year next month, and when you think your feet are finally under you, there are days when you emotionally faceplant. But we’ll discuss loss later in a different post.  Today is for celebration, for I have successfully warped my little ones!

First, here is a letter written by my son.  Niko is nine years old and has Williams Syndrome. He types very well on a computer, but struggles with handwriting due to muscular issues, spacial issues, and the fact that he is a lefty. We all know that lefties are going to hell, as reported by a million and one websites.  Which are serious about it.  Apparently I’m supposed to tie Niko’s left hand behind him and force him to write with his right, but I’m lazy and, um, NOT CRAZY, so there goes that.  Anyway, he did this:

So you see his name at the top?  Then he wrote MAMA.  I’m not ashamed to tell you that this literally brought me to tears.  I know how to turn your kidlet’s handwriting into a necklace, so I’m going to do that with this and wear it with pride.

My four-year-old did this picture:

She said, “That’s you on the bottom.  You’re scared, and I’m making you feel better.  And here’s a rainbow.  And a puppy.”   Do you see my mouth drawn in a round ‘o’?  Because apparently I am terrified of the joy that rainbows and puppies bring.

“This is beautiful and warped, darling,” I told my daughter.

She smiled prettily.  “Thank you.  And your hair is blue.”  Rock on.  I haven’t had blue hair since I was a newlywed, I think.

Yesterday she drew a picture of our turtle.  “This is Rush. And this is the shark that’s going to eat her.  And here’s Rush’s apples and celery, so she isn’t hungry.”

That’s my girl.

Happy Mother’s Day to you, my friends.  May it be all that you hope. 🙂

 

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3 thoughts on “Warping Your Children on MOTHER’S DAY!

  1. You’re children are delightful, and I love NIko’s Mama, I would frame, it and create a necklace. Nina is you in miniature. I am sorry you miss your two girls. I know they probably miss their mama. You are one of the most amazing and crazy women I know. Please move closer and help me warp my child. He wants Mother’s day to last three days, which is sweet, and weird. I got flowers, then he ate my chocolate, and declared my Mango’s disgusting. I am so happy I am a mom. I hated this day before him, and still sometimes struggle with the whole concept. There is literally a house for sale/rent on my street, and three down four streets from us. Come my friend, you know you want to . . . 🙂

  2. Mother’s Day for me is always a little bittersweet . . . though I did manage to inject some humor into my Mother’s Day post this year. And I promised myself, after a month of working almost around the clock, that I’d make it a day of renewal: a walk in the a.m., a poetry reading in the afternoon that was one of the most engaging ever and included a copy of Kay Ryan’s book, which she graciously inscribed (at my request) “Happy Mother’s Day.” Steak on the grill, courtesy of the husband, for dinner. And a phone call from my daughter (whose hand-made cards and scrawled messages from her younger days I still have). A big yes to the ‘beautiful and warped’ things that make mothers smile.

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