One Mother's Day Morning

10 One Mother’s Day Morning It was Mother's Day. When I woke up that morning, I knew something was not quite right in the house. Usually, I am the first to get up. But this morning, I could hear someone else up and rummaging around in the kitchen. I heard the sound of pots and pans clinking, the refrigerator door opening and closing, and water running. Things sounded quite busy. I called to see what was going on. My little boy quickly answered. “ Don't get up, Mom! " he shouted as he came running to my bedroom door. " I'm making something special for you this Mother's Day. I'm making a special breakfast for you, and I want to serve it to you in bed. " I was surprised because my son had never cooked breakfast before. I wondered if I should get up and insist that I help him. Better sense ruled, however, and I decided to lie back and wait to see what my little angel would cook for me. It was all I could do to stay in bed. I smelled toast burning in the toaster, and I heard bacon frying too quickly in the pan. But I resisted the temptation to get up and help my little boy. He sure was making a lot of noise cooking up a storm in the kitchen!

In a few minutes, I heard a knock at the bedroom door. My little 7-year-old son came in carrying a tray with a toasted bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich, arranged on the centre of a plate and a glass of milk spilling over. The toast was burnt to a crisp and the bacon hard and dry. This was his first attempt at cooking. I could feel the tears of joy coming to my eyes as the little guy proudly put the tray of food on my bed and leaned over to give me a kiss. “ Happy Mother's Day! " he said. I ate the meal happily, although it was difficult to make the dry, burnt toast go down my throat. Yes, that was many years ago. Now, when my son calls to wish me well on Mother's Day, we recall that morning. We always laugh about it. It has become a special story that we share.