It's Your Key To Heaven

I know you're waiting to find out what happened with the whole car breaking down thing, but there's something else I wanted to tell you about.

One of the GOOD things that happened amongst all the car chaos, that also deserved it's own entry.

So yes, I will finish the 'car story'. Next post. Promise.

But for now ... let's break it up a bit ...



I've been getting quite a few comments/compliments on one of this year's Mother's Day presents.

When the boys came home from their dad's that evening, the first thing they did was to hand over kisses, cards, presents, and wishes of 'Happy Mother's Day, Mom!'

Then, Adam gave me this ...

I held it up, took in the pretty flower design, gave him a hug, kiss and said, 'It's beautiful Hun! I love it. Thank you!'

Then, while putting it on, I asked him, 'What's the key for? Does it open something special?'

To be honest, I was pretty cocky confident I knew the answer.

When I asked the question, I was positive he was going to reply, 'It's the key to my heart, of course.'

Which is why I was completely surprised when instead, he quietly said, 'It's your key to Heaven, Mama.'

Oh.

Wow.

Wasn't expecting that.

And if that wasn't enough to cause my heart to liquify ... instantaneously, into a puddle somewhere near my stomach; he followed it up with ...

'... and when you get there, God will have a BEAUTIFUL house all ready for you.'

Oh.

Again, wow.

Now, those of you who have been hanging around the Korner for awhile, (didn't your mother warn you about hanging 'round corners, People?!?), all you regulars know there is no love lost between my (w)rec(ked) room and I.

Adam is very aware of this, too.

He knows I've wanted to move for a very long time.

He knows a new-to-us house would make me happy. Very happy.

Yeah.

So, for all you people who look at us parents, who choose to use/wear/display a present we've received from our child; something we may not necessarily have chosen for ourselves, something that may have cost them $59.99, $29.95 or $1.00+tax at the dollar store ...

... hopefully now, you'll understand why.

Why we say 'it really doesn't matter what they give us.'

Simply, because it's true.

It's more so the thought they put into it, and meaning behind it that makes us do what we do.

And for me, that means holding my key to Heaven close to my heart.

OK, so let's all pretend the boobs aren't there, and focus on the necklace, m'kay? M'kay!

Hope you all had a WONDERFUL Mother's Day!

Oh ... and by they way ... when y'all get to Heaven ... kitchen party at my place!

K.

P.S. So ... um ... Will.i.am ... if you're out there, lurking in my Korner, and you happen to see this, and are still in a 'I'm gonna buy you a house!' kind of mood, this good, hard-working, deserving mama is waving at you pleading 'Oh OH... us ... pick US! I already know which one! Nothing fancy, just finished, and functional.

Ya know, just sayin' ;-)

If you have no idea what any of that P.S. meant, it will all make sense if you just go HERE.