I'm In The Club

I cried today...like a baby...but they were tears of happiness.

It was my first Mother's Day tea with Artem at his preschool and I now join the ranks of the mothers that count a multi-colored flower pot as one of their most prized possessions on Earth.


He also made a new tote bag for me with his little hand print and inside the tote bag was a picture frame containing another hand print with a printed poem glued next to it that instructed me that years from now when he's fully grown, to touch the little hand and remember that his heart unconditionally belongs to me. Arghhhh...why did his teachers do this to me?? That really got the water works going.

Oh that flower pot, it's a true work of art, and he was so proud to present it to me. I cried more tears and then he asked me, "Want me to wipe your tears mama?" You're killing me Artem! No one warned me about these Mother's Day teas.


I hope this little flower pot lasts many, many years and someday when Artem comes to visit and brings his own three year old over, I can tell them all about the day I joined that coveted club of mother's that count these tiny little pots as one of the most beloved gifts they have ever received.

But for right now, I'm just going to enjoy my third Mother's Day with this little guy and make sure that at the next Mother's Day tea I have plenty of Kleenex on hand.