Many a day, my son would come to me with a huge smile on his face, his eyes twinkling in excitement. His hand full, he would hand his load to me and say, "Flowers for you, mommy!" I would accept his offering, a bunch of them, and thank him for being so sweet. Red, yellow, green, orange, purple, blue, and the colors in between, the flowers stood straight and tall in my hand. Bright and cheerful, my son's flowers always make me smile. Never mind that they're just pretend. Never mind that they're a bunch of colored pencils. Someday, he said, when he's big enough to find the flower market himself, he'll buy me real ones.
Early this morning, he came home with a big smile, and in a shy and quiet voice, he said, "Flowers for you, mommy!" In his hand was a bunch of yellow daisies. My favorite! He and his daddy made an early morning trip to Pakklong Talat (flower market), and the dad told me that he had insisted in getting me the yellow flowers! My sweet, sweet boy! While I was arranging the flowers in a vase, he played quietly beside me and at one point,he looked up and said, "Mommy, while I was buying the flowers, I imagined that you'd be very happy, and it came true! You're happy!"
Here's wishing every mother a Happy Mother's Day! And to Her Majesty, Queen Sirikit, happy, happy birthday!
1 comment:
that's sweet. happy mom's day. louna's fond of collecting flowers everywhere for her mom too.
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