When I Was Blessed With My First Baby

When I was blessed with my first baby I knew it was the beginning of a wonderful life, I vowed I’d be a great mom, better than a great mom; something like a super mom. Two more kids followed in the subsequent six years and I found my motherly ambitions drowned in baby food and the sound of my kids screaming that bath time should be illegal.
My mom was the person who made it easier for me. She’d take the kids when I desperately needed sleep and I couldn’t understand how she could consent to still watching children after she’d raised four of her own (we were monsters). But she did it all for me and I have to admit that when my kids gave me their clumsy little drawings or handprints as mothers day gifts, I’d forget their temper tantrums. When they were all old enough to go to school I began finding time for myself again and that’s when it hit me, it had been a good ten years since I’d gotten a mothers day gift for my mom. I’d forgotten completely that my mom was still, my mom! I felt terrible and it didn’t help when I found out that dad had been giving mothers day gifts to her because she was after all, his wife. I had to make up for it so I went online and began to look for something; I knew it had to be something that’d blow her away! She had a craving for fruit so I began searching for something unique and special in the mothers day fruit baskets category.
Nothing was impressive enough (especially after ten years of no mothers day gifts) so my husband helped out. He told me to get my mom a fruit bouquet; he’d been buying them for his mom for years now. They looked wonderful to me, they had all kinds of fruit cut and shaped like flowers and dipped in chocolate, there were even chocolate dipped strawberries! Mom was so overwhelmed when she saw it that she actually cried. It was the first in many great mothers day gifts.