Here's hoping for macaroni necklaces

Thanks to many, many marketing campaigns, that are ever-present, my brain has finally gotten the hint that Mothers Day is fast approaching. This means planning on my part. I have to get cards and send some flowers to my Grandmame. Back home in GA, all Moms wore corsages to church, Mama's get cards and whatever else their youngsters deem gift worthy. I was big into making my own gifts. I am not sure if this came from, the lack of cash in my younger years and/or the fact that the closest store that I could access, without being driven, was Seven-Eleven. You would think that I would have made a macaroni necklace or a construction paper flower but oh no, I always had bigger ideas. One mothers day I handed my Mother a mud doll. That is right, I went and dug up a bunch of dirt, fashioned it into what seemed more like a mud snowman, put a part of a jean pants on it for a dress and triumphantly handed it to my Mother. There is a great charade played by all Mothers and Fathers when their children hand them something like a mud doll. I can remember my obsessively clean Mother telling me thank you and placing this doll of dirt on her kitchen table as a center piece. Or perhaps it is less of a charade then I think. I would love a dirt doll from Ella. It feels like a gift that she smiles at me, she is calmed by me and when she crawls over to me to be lifted up. A gift of attachment. Last year when I was giant and pregnant, I did feel a little deserving of the well wishes of a Happy Mothers day. I mean there I was, no bladder control, barely able to take a walk and a vagina that was desperately trying to hitchhike out of town, my only consolation prize was that I could wear elastic pants all the time. The "Happy Mothers Day" I got just helped to remind me of the bigger picture, the child to come. Now that it is almost an entire year later and my body has been returned to me, things are feeling much different. I have had 10 months of an Ella Sue in my life and a husband that is now a Father. These are my blessings. These are my almost-a-year of Happy Mother's days. This year me and my vagina have made up. I feel like I should be giving nothing but thanks to those that made it possible, Ella Sue and Drew. Well, them and cause I am from the south, lets add God and Fate too. However, I will say, not to be greedy but I am hoping that there will be construction flowers and dirt dolls in my future.
P.S. my friend Katie took this photo, if you are ever meet Katie, throw a camera in her hand and prance around saying cheese, you might get lucky and she will take stunning photos of you and whatever else happens to show up in the frame. I am serious, she made my guenie pigs look like a good idea.