Mother's Day started on Friday with a special program at Nicholas and Julia's school. Both classes sang a song for us and gave us handmade gifts. Then we went upstairs to the hall and had a wonderful brunch made by the children. All the children served their moms while we sat there and were waited on. So nice!Saturday Nicholas had a T-ball game. They all look so cute in their uniforms. They also have attention spans of a fly. Very cute though.
Later on Saturday we went to a fundraiser at someones house that I didn't know for the Relay for Life. We were there no more than ten minutes when Gianna was bugging me to go out to the backyard to go on the swings. I really didn't want to because there were no baby swing but I took her anyway. Thank goodness I did because as I walked around the corner to the backyard there was a young boy (who I have never seen before) probably around 8 or so holding a bat above his head with both hands ready to attack someone. He was shaking violently in anger and growling. I've never seen a child so angry and aggressive. I immediately put Gianna behind my back to protect her and tried to get the boy to calm down. When I looked behind me to see who he was about to attack...it was Nicholas! I almost lost it right there. I tried to stay calm. I asked the boy why he was so angry. He said Nicholas had hit him with a hockey stick. I looked at Nicholas (who is just 5) holding this tiny, plastic, toddler hockey stick. I asked him if he hit the boy and he said, "No, Mom...we were just playing!". Now I know my boy...he is NOT aggressive like that. He may have bumped the boy with the stick while playing or maybe it was someone else. Whatever happened that child had no right to explode like that in anger and be so violent and aggressive. My poor boy broke down in tears and put his sweatshirt over his head in fear. The kid, still crazed, ran across the yard to the house and his father came outside. I had nothing to say to this man. What do you say? Your kid is a lunatic??? Every parent is fiercely protective of their children so I just told him Nicholas apologized for whatever happened and left it at that. I immediately took Nicholas to the car and waited for Danny to gather the other two kids. I have not been able to shake that horrible scene from my mind and don't even want to imagine what could have happened had I not walked around the corner. No other adults were out there...just me. Divine intervention I think.
Sunday was a much better day as we spent the day with my wonderful Mom and sister, Kim. We had a yummy lunch and strawberry shortcake and the kids had lots of popcylces. The weather could not have been more perfect. The kids played in the woods and on the swing set. Just lots of fun in the sun.
And to you, Mom. You are the most beautiful person I know...inside and out. I love you!
Does she look 72? Not one wrinkle. I can only hope that I inherit her genes!
