The Sons Of Thunder Take Over The Blog On Mother’s Day

May 8, 2011 by winjaw

The Little Black Dress loves church.

One could say The Dress is truly in her element worshiping with others. One would be correct.  However, there is one Sunday we don’t go to church.

That would be Mother’s Day.

Instead, we try to do something not involving church. Or rather, about as far removed from church as possible. Last year it was Chuck E Cheese. Another year it was a long boat ride and picnic. There might have been a water park or something one year as well. The Sons of Thunder and I just try to do something.

You see, The Dress lost her mom a couple of years ago. Truth be told, she lost Miss Eddi long before, as the effects of Alzheimer’s took their toll. It was heartbreaking for all of us, but especially The Dress. I guess the only grace in all this was to the very end, Miss Eddi would always break out in this huge smile when you walked into her room. We all miss that smile.

So we don’t go to church on Mother’s Day, primarily because The Dress doesn’t want to hear the minister talk about moms and watch all the kids give their moms a rose or some other type of flower. The Dress has no rose to give.

This year is no different. No church. Yet in a way it is different, because the Sons decided they would take over the Mother’s Day duties. This involves the requisite small breakfast in bed, and yes a rose was included. There is also a rather large brunch being planned.

Whether there will be a house-shattering explosion, or just a simple kitchen fire, remains to be seen.  

There was also a big sushi dinner last night. The Dress loves sushi, and the Sons were pretty insistent we get some sushi made with brown rice, which is something The Dress loves and the rest of us think tastes like gruel. But they know she likes it, so they had the sushi guy make some up.

And the Sons also decided they wanted to do something other than a card. I guess they take after their father in that regard – everyone sends cards, so they won’t.

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The youngest Son of Thunder: “Mom, you are the best mom in the world. Mom is a very nice mom because she loves us.  She plays cards with us and Bible bowl at dinner. And we talk to each other in an English accent.”

The middle Son of Thunder: “Mom, you’ve made me one of the happiest kids in the world, and I love you with all my heart. You always laugh at all the jokes I say.”

The eldest Son of Thunder: “She always helps us out with school projects and she loves us all. She is always helping others and she take us to soccer and karate. I love you mom and have a happy Mother’s Day.”

And all together: “Happy Mom’s Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

(They wanted all those exclamation points)

We, or rather the Sons, are off to prepare brunch. Pray for them.

Afterward, it appears they will be smashing each other’s heads in. That’s because the Sons were also pretty adamant they get The Dress a pinata.

I’m still unclear as to whether the pinata – filled with the requisite candy – is for them or The Dress. But they insist it’s for The Dress, and they’re sticking to their story.