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| Nolan (whose sister loves dressing up) |
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| Audrey playing dress up. |
I couldn't publish this article when I wanted to publish it – I was in the hospital. Even now I'm home on breathing treatments and lots of drugs for asthma, bronchitis, and pneumonia.
So even though Mother's Day is over, I am sharing a couple of Mother's Day stories about kids who wanted to make their mommy's Mother's Day special.
A writer friend of mine awoke to signs posted on her bedroom door:
Happy Mother's Day!
Don't wake up!
Don't Eat!
So, though she really wanted to take a shower, Maria obediently sat in bed for over an hour while her husband and children shopped for her and brought her a surprise breakfast.
As mothers everywhere will attest, it was well worth the wait. Kids get so excited when they know they're going to surprise Mom (or Dad).
Closer to home, my granddaughter, Audrey, knew exactly what she wanted to make for her mother for Mother's Day – a potholder.
Audrey brought the project to me and once she got the first layer of loops on the loom, she couldn't figure out how to proceed to the next stage – she had lost the tool that would have enabled her to drag the loops over and under the loops already on the loom.
Well, I thought, we could use our fingers. Unfortunately, my fingers weren't cooperating, and even though the new potholder looms are designed to keep the loops attached better than the old ones ever did, once you get to the end, the loops tend to pop off anyway and it's very aggravating.
Audrey was already frustrated and ready to throw in the towel – I mean potholder. Not giving up completely, she asked me to "help" her.
Her little six-year-old fingers couldn't maneuver the weave, though, so we made a plan: she had already strung the bottom layer of loops – I would weave the top loops. She would be responsible for choosing the colors (she has a good eye for colors).
I was having a difficult time using my fingers until I found a plastic coated paper clip. It worked, but I had to be careful not to drag up the lower loops with the inside of the clip.
When the looping and weaving phase was over, she said, "Now what?" So Grandma took over the next job too, while Audrey watched TV, occasionally glancing in my direction when I prompted her, "Look how this is done, Audrey, so the next time you can do it."
"Audrey."
"Audrey!"
She was sitting right next to me but she was watching something fascinating on TV, and it sometimes takes a minimum of three attempts to grab her attention.
As I was at the early stages of getting really sick, my energy level was depleting quickly. I had to set it aside and told her we'd work on it the next day. She was nearly hysterical. "You'll forget!" (How well she knows her grandma.)
But I promised her that we would complete the project; I just needed some rest.
After we (not really "we") weaved it together, I found that pulling off the loops was just as aggravating as it ever was. UNTIL I remembered that I had crochet hooks that just might work! And they did.
After the potholder was complete, I hid the potholder inside a place I thought Audrey's mother might not find. Audrey's instructions on Mother's Day morning were to put the potholder into a small decorative bag, cover the bag with crinkle paper, and with Nolan holding one of the handles, walk together with the present to hand it to their mother.
I spent Mother's Day in the hospital, but I heard the plan worked and Mommy was very happy with her present, even though she knew that her mommy had made it for her under the directions of her daughter.
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