Mother's Day Gifts I Love to Remember!

Love knot earrings: my first Mother's Day gift.
I just wanted to hop on here and wish everyone a Happy Mother's Day. I became a mom in 1991 when my first son, Brandon, was born. He died in my arms five days later and my first Mother's day was a little surreal to me. My mom gave me love knot earrings. I had them until my jewelry box was stolen years later but I always think of them fondly.
A Pink Rose
The first year I met my w-husband (w... it's just before an ex) met me, he bought me a pink rose. It meant so much to me because every other man I had met after Brandon died wouldn't acknowledge I even had a child and wouldn't even mention it. But my w-husband embraced it fully and honored the fact that I was a mother, even if my son was only in my memories. It meant the world to me and made me fall in love even more.
After my second son was born, I was thrilled to have a child that was made it and three years later, I had another bouncing little boy! Between the two of them, I had some wonderful gifts over the years. Usually their dad would help concoct some special breakfast in bed or a trip to restaurant. I think he had more fun planning these gifts LOL.
Burnt toast and coffee with sugar
But occasionally my kids would join together and give me some really special present. When my youngest was about 2 or 3, I woke up to the smell of burnt toast and coffee and the sounds of whispering little boys outside my bedroom. My door opened and here came two smiling boys with a plate of black toast, one from each of them, covered with enough jelly to send someone into a diabetic coma. Mendel handed me the plate of toast and Miles gave me the cup of coffee and both announced "Happy Mother's Day!" I was in heaven as I sat up eat my breakfast in bed.
The boys ran out and grabbed their toast and juice and joined me in bed. I ate few bites of toast and told them it was delicious. Actually, all the jelly masked the burnt taste, and apparently they dowsed it in butter too. It wasn't bad for burnt toast at all. I went to take a sip of the coffee and got a mouth full of coffee so strong and bitter it could remove my stomach lining. I told them it was really good (especially since they made the pot of coffee by themselves. Mendel grinned ear to ear and announced proudly "I put sugar in it!" Odd, it didn't taste anywhere close to sweet. Miles smiled and nodded "I helped!" "You did? Why thank you!" and they grinned ear to ear as they watched me force another swallow down my throat.
I finally couldn't take the bitterness and asked "Can mommy have more sugar in her coffee? I love it but I think it needs more sugar." Mendel got all excited, hopped up and yelled "I'll do it!" crawled forward and blew two kisses into my cup. "There! I put more sugar in it!" I nearly cried. When they were little, Nana always gave them "sugar" when she came to visit... and this Mother's Day, I got a cup of coffee with the sweetest sugar ever.From The Baker's Acres! Read more at http://www.dotchilatham.com