I ran across this Mother’s Day story last year and thought it quite funny so I decided to share it. Here’s where I found it.
We had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died. Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on him and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom. We have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chapstick and then losing it. So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right back in the drawer when he was done.
Last year on Mother’s Day, we were having the typical rush around and try to get ready for church with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I am looking for Eli. I searched everywhere and I finally rounded the corner to go into the bathroom, and there was Eli. He was applying my chapstick very carefully to Jack’s … rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said “chapped.” Now, if you have a cat, you know that he is right–their little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn’t seem to mind.
And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat’s behind or the hundredth. And THAT is my favorite Mother’s Day moment ever because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they’ve been using your chapstick on the cat’s butt.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the ladies out there. Enjoy your day!
Went to see Iron Man 3 today. As I was walking out, the man at the refreshment stand shouted something at me, so I went over to see what was up. When I did, he pointed at my shirt and said “I really like your shirt"
In a few hours we’re gonna Zeta out and see Bette’s parents, so I thought I’d come see you first.
I really miss you, Mom. I didn’t start the family I thought I would last year, but that’s all right. Things have changed a lot in a year. I could really use some advice.
I’ve got that Grayson wanderlust again. Although, I guess it’s not really a Grayson thing since it’s yours. You know, i just realized I never knew your maiden name. I guess that really makes you a Grayson.
Anyway, I feel like I’ve… I should be happy where I am. I’m stable. I’m not falling. I’m surrounded by people who love me. But I just want to leave it some days. How did you and Dad handle it? Was the movement of the circus enough to calm it down? Or is that why you’d get anxious those nights, because you couldn’t move, couldn’t fly?
Kinda funny how the Townie wanted to move more than the circus boy. I guess in some way that makes sense, though. Rromani blood looks for a place to settle; yours looks for places to go. Now I’m torn between both of them.
I’m gonna go take a nap now, Mom, before we have to leave. Come talk to me?