My celebration of mother’s day actually began on Saturday night. After making dinner for me, Larry, and Jeff (Larry’s brother who was visiting from So Cal), I “graciously” told Larry he could go out with his brother for a boys night out while I stayed home with CC. After putting CC to bed, I left the pile of dishes in the sink and had my own “girl night in,” which consisted of me, a warm bed, and Jane Austen movies on youtube. I was able to get through Persuasion and part of Emma by the time Larry came home.
CC’s first mother’s day present to me was to not get up until 8:15, which for us these days is considered sleeping in. That gave me just enough time to shower, drink my morning coffee, and cook for the lovefeast after the meeting that day (adding to the growing pile of dishes in the sink). He was happy and cooperative that morning and even napped by himself in the nursery upstairs in the meeting hall while we ate lunch. After coming home from the lovefeast, Larry played with CC while I finished up my Jane Austen movie marathon and took a nap. Ah, what more can a mother ask for!
The day, however, was not over yet. I woke up from my nap and saw Larry by the bed holding CC, who was clutching a big blue envelope addressed to “Mama.” After I managed to wrench it out of his chubby little hands, I opened and read my very first mother’s day card written to me by my son (aka Larry with his left hand). It was the sweetest card ever and almost brought tears to my eyes.
Not wanting to deal with or add to the ever-growing mess in the kitchen, we decided to go out for an early dinner that night. Larry surprised me by taking me to Kamakura, a lovely Japanese restaurant in Alameda. There was already a line out the door when we got there at 5:30 (either the restaurant is extremely popular or we weren’t the only ones who thought we could beat the crowd by going early). Despite the wait, for the most part, we were pretty pleased by our dinner experience there. The place is actually owned and staffed by Japanese people (not Korean or Mexican). It has a nice casual ambiance, the service is great, and the food was good and came quickly. They even gave everyone free plum wine at the end of dinner and a free rose to every lady in honor of mother’s day. (Although for some reason, Mrs. Yamamoto, the little old Japanese woman whom I presume is the owner, overlooked me when she was distributing the roses. I don’t think she liked me. Larry had to ask them if I could have one before we left.)
After dinner we came home and put CC to bed. I gave Larry a haircut and then by 10:00 I was ready for bed. It was a great first mother’s day, I can’t wait until next year. I guess it’s time to finally go deal with those dirty dishes now…