Mother's Day Wish

She is running down the Giant aisle as quickly as she can. We're in aisle number 10, the cards and random book aisle. Mommy is about fifteen feet in front of her, and she is going to make contact any second. Before her float her words, a harbinger of the good to come:

"Dis one Mommy? Dis one perfect?"

The card flaps before her face like a bird who almost was able to take off prior to the small child's hand clasping around its wing. To say it flutters is an understatement. Imagine a card stuck with an industrial strength magnet to a refrigerator that is flying around a tornado, and you will have close to the image of this poor card that we will most likely not buy. That isn't true. We're not going to buy the card. There is no doubt. Mainly because it is a pink and yellow card wishing a two year old a happy birthday, and we are currently shopping for Mother's Day cards, even while it is currently Mother's Day.

She has reached her destination and has opened the card to read.

"It says, 'Happy Mudder's Day, Mommy.' Dis card for you?" She peers at Mommy in hopes that Mommy will nod in the affirmative, thus giving the ok to purchase said product.

Instead, Mommy has knelt down beside her and gives her a big kiss. "That card says 'Happy Mother's Day, Mommy'?" Tahlia nods. "That is perfect," and with a smile, Mommy redirects, "now go bring it back to Daddy."

And she is fleeing my way. "Dis one Daddy. It says 'Happy Mudder's Day.' It's perfect."

And it is perfect. For, she chose the card. She came up with the idea. There was none of the usual prodding by Daddy to go and tell Mommy something. It was all her idea. Thus, to her, the card did say Happy Mother's Day, Mommy, and Mommy knows that it all came from her. A perfect Mother's Day gift.