NOTE: In this post, I'll translate many of my words to Spanish, along with pronunciation. Perhaps it's a review for you, or you can make flash cards and use them today yourself in your speaking!
I had a FABULOUS Mother's Day. I didn't wash a dish (un plato, oon-plah-toh), sweep (barrer, bah-rehr) the floor even once (I usually sweep after every meal and snack time, which is five times per day), change a diaper, make a single crumb of food for ANYONE (including myself!), or fold a stitch of laundry. My sweet hubby really outdid himself! He went to bed early tonight, hee hee!
My children gave me a bud vase to hold all the flowers (las flores, lahs-floh-rehs) they pick for me daily. Of the four children, the only little girl, Gertie, 3 years old, is the most avid flower picker. She is very opinionated and strong-willed and we often butt heads, but today was different. She continually told me, "Happy Mother's Day, Momma" and if I was lounging on the couch, or swinging in my new hammock (la hamaca, ah-mah-kah)- how my husband was able to get that, I'll never know (no sabré nunca, noh-sah-breh-noon-kah) - sweet little Gertie would stand by me and stroke my forehead cooing, "Sweet sweet Momma, you just rest."
We did have one mishap: toothpaste all over the toilet seat. No problem, I just tossed the cover in the laundry room for cleaning on a non-mother's-day-day. Well, PROBLEM. Precious Gertie is accustomed to getting up at night, feeling her way down the dark hallway to the dark bathroom, lifting the fuzzy toilet seat lid, and doing her business and heading back to bed, no assistance necessary. Apparently, the uncovered top of the toilet lid feels just like the seat rim. So she hoisted herself up there, just find that there was nowhere for her business to go! Imagine what happens when you plug up the end of a water hose with your thumb. YEP. Lots of tears, 8 month pregnant (embarazada, ehm-bah-rah-sah-dah) Momma flinging myself out of bed to find out what's wrong, and slipping (but not falling!) on the wet wet wet (muy mojado, moo-ee-moh-hah-doh) floor.
I cleaned her up, found another TURTLE (la tortuga, lah-tohr-too-gah) pajama shirt (thank you to Oma for getting the little ones the same shirts and sizes!) and carried her back to bed. As I laid her down, she sweetly said, "Sweet sweet Momma, Happy Mother's Day." It helped my knees (las rodillas, roh-dee-yahs) to not hurt as much as I scrubbed the floor a few moments later.
Makes me cry even now. What a blessing, cleaning bathrooms at 4 in the morning!
I would LOVE to read about your mother's day blessings, language related or not. Enjoy this pic of our little girl - We have learned so MUCH from her... mostly patience!
2 comments:
Oh my goodness!! I have never left a comment before, but as a PreK-2nd grade Spanish teacher I have enjoyed your blog and your ideas... and I had to comment on this! I did the EXACT same thing when I was Gertie's age, and I remember the mortification as though it was yesterday. It was actually scary! It was so unexpected, and I was still really half asleep. Luckily, I had my very own "sweet, sweet mama" who did just as you did, and reading this story made me smile as I thought of my lovely mother. Thanks for sharing, and God bless every mother everywhere! :)
It's good to know I'm not the only one! It really helps me to read your comment - thank you for giving me a life-vision into the future - a reminder that no matter what, I hope she'll look back and recognize that even in moments of frustration, she is a pearl in my heart. Thank you so much for your comment.
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