Oh man. Another Phil Collins moment.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment, all my life.”
True story. Like I have literally been looking forward to the day that baby girl brings home artwork and painting, after artwork and painting, from her kinder days. Like, actually, the very first painting she did at kinder, Hubbie and I were so excited, we decided we would FRAME IT.
So it comes to reason that when I heard they were doing an afternoon tea in celebration of this Sunday’s upcoming Mother’s Day, well, I was in my element.
And so that afternoon happened, today. Upon arrival, I was first given a hand massage by baby girl (heart tearing open)
We then did a shared hand-painting exercise, where we painted each others hands in varying colours and pressed it onto some paper as a future keepsake (our hand size comparison – so darn cute!)
We shared in some scones and biscuits as a little mid-activity treat (because sugar makes everything better)
The kids ran around, before they sat down with us parents to hear a story of a Mummy, turning into a monster when her kids don’t listen to her (highly, highly appropriate)
The kids then sang an “I Love you Mum” song, and I nearly burst out into tears at baby girl’s actions of hugging and blowing a kiss to the song’s words (I was tickling the roof of my mouth like CRAZY here*)
And then finally we got goodie bags, which contained a pot plant, and a handmade card from our kids (finally, presents!)
There was also the portrait our littlies drew of us, and can I just say ‘Picasso!’
Totally, no. She is 3. Still, I will cherish those squirls on a round face as my humanly representation, for a LONG time.
And like she really knew what it was all about… at two moments during the book reading, baby girl left her spot on the floor with all the other kids, and came to sit on my lap, and gave me a deliberate, and distinct, KISS on the cheek, accompanied by a great big warm hug.
And just like she does so often, in every day of our lives, she stole my heart all over again.
My heart is all torn up today, in the absolute bestest way possible :):):) And tonight’s sunset is a perfect metaphor for its blushing state.
(*To prevent yourself from crying, tickling the roof of your mouth with your tongue is said to keep you from bawling like a baby… does it work? I think I am always too busy trying to inconspicuously do it, that my mind immediately becomes preoccupied with being so-not-obvious, and in doing so I forget I’m an emotional wreck… so there’s your answer) 😉