This week, we went through the box containing all our drawings and letters and projects from school. Starting with Kindergarten and moving on up. I went through everything to decide what needed to be kept and what didn't.
I found many pieces in homage to my mother. If you were not lucky enough to meet my mother, I hope this gives you insight into how truly special she was.
I had a great admiration for my mother. In a hilarious and disturbing way.
|Picture of Mom by me at 5 yrs old.|
This is the first picture I pulled out of the file. Notice how Mom is drawn. First, she has a Hutterite beard. And a wart on her nose. She is dressed in a gorgeous purple which renders her unable to move or bend as it is made of a board. She has blue flames shooting from her fingers and she has webbed feet.
Then, in Grade 1, I tried again with the portrait of Mom.
|A Mother's Day card|
Then to the inside of the card. Where they ask me to write of my favourite moment with my mother. I regale them with a tale of when Mom fell down. Ha ha! That is funny.
When does my mother love me? Well, of course when I love her, but mostly when I'm asleep.
|Inside of the same card.|
I have so many questions. First: why did I know what my mother looked like in the shower? Second: why did I feel the need to a) write this where my teacher would see it, and b) send it to my mother for the sacred holiday of Mother's Day? Third: how did my mother not LOSE IT when she read this out loud?
Having kids must be hilarious. We're morons.