On Mother's Day, I received a hand-made book from Wesley. On the cover, it stated "My Best Mom." Here are my favorite pages from his creation:
"My mom is scared of spiders."
"My mom is 60."
I suppose I remember the time when I thought my parents were ancient, but that last one still stung a little. Wesley's big hug after he gave me the book mollified my wounded pride a bit. But then, when Jeff asked Wesley, "Your mom is the best mom ever, isn't she?" he paused thoughtfully and then replied, "Yes, but only on Mother's Day." I guess it's nice to know that at least one day of the year I get my due. I'll take what I can get.
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