I pop downstairs to warm up coffee. Exuberance bursts from the kitchen table.
“Mom, look over there! Look what I drew for {the toddler}! It’s a freight truck!” the preschooler says.
I admire the truck. Actually, I would love to see this truck on the road in real life.
“Mail truck!” the toddler says. He points to his paper with many intersecting colorful lines and dots.
I admire his truck abstraction piece. Throughout the morning, the drawings multiply.
And more art to come! I leave my homequarters a little early for a special activity at the boys’ preschool – Mom and Me craft time.
The preschooler and I join a smattering of other masked parents and kids at the school. The teachers set up stations a social distance apart in the classrooms. The tiny tables are set with paper plates ringed with pools of paint, paintbrushes, water cups, and blank aprons.
I squeeze into a tiny chair next to the preschooler and we get to work painting. Our apron theme is “treasure chest at the end of the rainbow.” It’s fun to work on collaborative fabric art with a five year old. He mixes intriguing varieties of green and brown, and some color between purple, black, and green that I can’t name. He smears this Mystery Color in an arc above the rainbow. We paint each other’s names on the apron and the teacher hangs it up on a clothesline to dry.
After craft time, the kids AND moms get popsicles! The kid eats his in the school while I clean up our station. I open mine outside and eat while we walk back to the car.
“Mom, you’re not sharing any of your ice cream,” the preschooler says.
“You didn’t offer me any of yours,” I reply. “And you didn’t ask nicely. If you ask nicely, that increases your chances exponentially.”
He says “please” with a smile. I give him a bite or two. Or three. Our faces are covered in orange goo.
So in other words, it’s been a great day.
What am I grateful for today?
A fun time with my kid. And Sal surprised me with an early Mother’s Day present: a Shiatsu neck massager!