YaYa sat on the floor, leaning against my dresser, quietly playing his Game-Boy. I was half-asleep feeling the effects of a night of very little sleep. I was unable to sleep due to the right side of my neck/shoulder being sore. Tom eased the trauma of waking up with a cup of coffee that he brought to me in bed. Then YaYa asked if it was time for him to bring me the Mother’s Day present that he made for me in school.
He carried in a small pot with a white paper bag covering the contents of the bag. I’d seen it when I picked him up on Friday – hinting, “do you have EVERYTHING?” He had said yes, but something was missing. The bags were lined up on top of the cubbies with “MOM” written on them. I asked him if he was sure, “Perhaps you made something in school?” That got his attention. He went back in and retrieved the bag. It was the one that I had admired, with the pink and green crayon drawing of a girl. “She is running,” he explained
I pulled off the bag and discovered a little plant (possibly basil) and a lovely card made with watercolors. Inside the card he wrote:
I appreciate all that you do for me, like you look out for me. Another thing that I appreciate about you is I love you. The most important thing that I like about you is that you love me.