The Best Kind of Mother's Day Morning

I woke up to little feet padding down the hallway and hushed whispers that were about as quiet as a construction site. Sophie appeared first, carefully balancing a tray with a bowl of cereal and what I generously call toast (it was more like charcoal, but made with love).

The Best Kind of Mother’s Day Morning

Then Theo burst through the door with his masterpiece - a crayon drawing of me fighting a dinosaur. Not WITH a dinosaur, but actually in combat with one. I’m apparently winning, if the triumphant stick figure pose is any indication. It’s going straight on the fridge next to his bug collection sketches.

Theo’s masterpiece: ‘Mommy Fighting a Dinosaur.’ Honestly the best Mother’s Day gift ever.

Marcus snuck in last with new running shoes - he’s been listening to me complain about my worn-out ones for months. The cereal was soggy, the toast was burnt, and Theo got marker on the bedsheets explaining his artwork. It was absolutely perfect. Being their mom is the hardest and best thing I’ve ever done, and mornings like this remind me why I wouldn’t trade it for anything.