Mother's Day

My Mom sent this to me, and I thought it was too precious not to post! Have a great day.

Subject: Mother's Day

So, we had this 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died. Jack was

a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on him and nothing

ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on this mat in

our bathroom.

Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years old, 3

years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves

chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chapstick and then losing it.

So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my chapstick

and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right

back in the drawer when he was done.

Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around and try

to get ready for Church with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys

are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little

one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and

everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and

the amazing job that is motherhood.

We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I am

looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner

to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was applying my chapstick

very carefully to Jack's . . rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and

said "chapped." Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right--their

little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to

mind. And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was

the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.

And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds us that

no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures,

there will always be that day when you realize they've been using your

chapstick on the cat's butt.