Mother's Day Poem

Here is the poem Sonny Boy wrote for me for Mother's Day. I have kept the spelling as is, and "pom" stands for pomengranate.

She is like the fruit, wonderful pom
but I just like to call her mom.
Sometimes she can be a bit of a hastle
but she is as great as a wonderful castle.
She is one of the greatest people alive
if she died I would stick my head in a beehive.
I love my mom and that's all I have to say
except Happy Mother's Day!

Best Mothers' Day

Yesterday was the best Moms' Day. My family banded together to give me a U2 CD and chocolate (pretty good!). And Sonny Boy, after 7 months of confirmation class, joined the church. It was a very special service. My parents came - they drove 5 hours yesterday. Sonny Boy's godmother spent about 4 on the road herself (and left her 4 year old twins with her husband) so that she could be there. Sonny Boy didn't know his godmother would be there - his face when he saw her is one that I will never forget.

Yes, I did cry some - but thankfully, nowhere near as much as my Mom (Margery Kempe herself). He really is growing up, and is turning into such a wonderful young man - kind, creative, intelligent, outgoing, articulate, and compassionate. Hubby and I are so proud of him. He really took the step of joining the church very seriously and wants to make the world a better place. And if he can snowboard most the time while he's improving the world, then everything will be perfect!