I'm not sure I would make a great mother. You see, I remember the muddy brown clumpy clay creation I made for my mom for Mother's Day when I was in elementary school. I seriously doubt it fit into her decor, but if I remember correctly, she allowed it to hold some of her rings and such. I don't think I could pull that off. Mothers are indeed a rare breed. Well, about five years ago I came up with a Mother's Day gift that even I would display in my own home if I had children. Here's an example.
Poetry is one of my favorite genres to teach. Young poets amaze me. I think they amaze their mothers too and possibly even make them cry. Here's how it all started. We spent three days of our poetry unit secretly writing Mother's Day poems. Then I chose a few from each child's collection that I felt were the cream of the crop. Each poet then picked their favorite. After some typing, fancying, and Dollar Store framing, they are soon to be in the hands of some teary-eyed mothers who will proudly display them in their homes for many years to come. (I'm a little proud too I suppose, which is why I've included so many of them here. I had a hard time narrowing it down. If you're a mother, you probably won't mind reading every single one.)
Happy Mother's Day Mom. You have a way of loving everything I do, even something as uncomely as that brown lumpy creation all those years ago. "Her children rise up and call her blessed." Love you Mom.