Jackson got home from daycare on Friday and he was taking his things out of his backpack, lunch bags, blanket etc.
And then he stopped and looked at me very seriously: Mommy, I have something special for you but I could only give you on Sunday Mother's day.
Mommy: Okay, talk to Daddy if you need to hide the gift.
Jackson ran to Daddy in another room. (Later I heard Daddy hid it for him but he thought it's not safe enough)
Twenty minutes later, I walked to our bedroom to get something when I hear rustling sound from Norah's nursery room. It was very dark inside so I went in to check.
Jackson was sitting at the corner of the room, trying to fold the gifts (Picture frame with his photo made with wooden sticks and coloring papers) and hide them under a toy.
He saw me and was in absolute dilemma. I could tell that he was thinking what he should do. I hope I could just turn around and let him do his hiding.
Then he said: Here you are, Mom. Now you saw them, you might as well have them!
Norah started to say "Happy Day" this weekend. Last week when we picked her up, her teacher commented how nice her coloring work is. She told me if she didn't see her do it, she would thought Jackson did it for her. I was so proud of her. Now I dreamed of raising an artist. And my vision is that Jackson could write the stories and Norah does the illustration. :-)
It's so fulfilling being mother of those two. So does a happy mother write this on Mother's day.
And then he stopped and looked at me very seriously: Mommy, I have something special for you but I could only give you on Sunday Mother's day.
Mommy: Okay, talk to Daddy if you need to hide the gift.
Jackson ran to Daddy in another room. (Later I heard Daddy hid it for him but he thought it's not safe enough)
Twenty minutes later, I walked to our bedroom to get something when I hear rustling sound from Norah's nursery room. It was very dark inside so I went in to check.
Jackson was sitting at the corner of the room, trying to fold the gifts (Picture frame with his photo made with wooden sticks and coloring papers) and hide them under a toy.
He saw me and was in absolute dilemma. I could tell that he was thinking what he should do. I hope I could just turn around and let him do his hiding.
Then he said: Here you are, Mom. Now you saw them, you might as well have them!
Norah started to say "Happy Day" this weekend. Last week when we picked her up, her teacher commented how nice her coloring work is. She told me if she didn't see her do it, she would thought Jackson did it for her. I was so proud of her. Now I dreamed of raising an artist. And my vision is that Jackson could write the stories and Norah does the illustration. :-)
It's so fulfilling being mother of those two. So does a happy mother write this on Mother's day.
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