The Ghost of Mother’s Day Past

15 05 2006

For twelve years a flower pot has adorned my dressertop. It was lovingly decorated for me for Mother’s Day by the nine-year-old version of Luke. The school art teacher provided the materials, but she was absent the day the children created their designs. Had it not been for the non-watchful eyes of an apathetic substitute, I would probably be the proud possessor of a pot covered with sweet sentiments, hearts, and smileys–a gift I would no doubt have kept and enjoyed. But I wouldn’t have this treasure that makes me laugh with pure delight every time I pause and examine it again. Here’s the scene:

Black smoke billows from four smokestacks on a drab factory. Next comes a sleek, black limo. Then a bloody axe, followed by a round face with a wide-open mouth and bloodshot eyes. Next to the face, a bloody knife is stuck into a wall, and then the final drawing: the school building. Around the upper perimeter are the words, Happy Mother’s Day, then the sentiment, “May your Mother’s Day be better than hers” with an arrow pointing to the harrowed face. At the bottom it’s signed “Luke D. 1994”

The class had a party for the moms and presented us with our pots, each containing a cheerful plant. Luke’s teacher tried to apologize for his artwork. I had trouble responding, but I was laughing so hard, I think she realized I wasn’t upset. Far from it. I loved that pot from the moment I laid eyes on it. I loved the creative mind of the child who drew it. The child who is now a man pouring his originality into the piano keys fifteen feet away from where I sit as I type this entry. The man-child I will say good-bye to again tomorrow as he flies back to Chicago for the summer.

I’ll miss him. Miss his music. Miss his unique take on life. But here and there, the ghosts of Mother’s Days past will wink at me from dressertops, picture frames, and drawers. And I won’t miss him so much. I’ll be laughing too hard.


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15 05 2006
allenb

Ulp!

15 05 2006
ragamuffen

I love this. I love kids like that. I wish that kids were allowed that kind of freedom of expression more often.

Luke is the best…and you’re great because you raised him to be that way.

I love you guys.
xoxo

16 05 2006
Anonymous

This was definitely a laugh out loud post.

16 05 2006
Anonymous

Oops, last comment was from me. Craig.

16 05 2006
Anonymous

That sounds like something my “Calvin” would do. I love the artistic ingenuity to combine the Rambo-esque theme with a Mother’s Day sentiment. Very creative!

Jen T.

16 05 2006
jeannedamoff

Does sound a bit macabre, doesn’t it? Had he been a depressed, brooding sort of chap, I might have worried. But what you have to keep in mind is that Luke was a kid who skipped instead of walking. (Still does, but don’t tell.) This flower-pot thing was like Dave Barry writing a horror story. It might be creepy, but you’d feel the grin behind every line. 🙂

16 05 2006
jeannedamoff

We guys love you back.

Like I always say, who wants boring kids? Just today I opened a M’s D card from Grace. Part of her message read, “A lot of times people don’t ‘get’ me. But you always do. Thank you for laughing with me, encouraging my uniqueness and making me feel so special and loved.”

Your kids could (and probably do) say the same thing. And I think we moms get the best deal of all–the joy of watching their imaginations take flight.

16 05 2006
jeannedamoff

Thanks, Craig!

16 05 2006
jeannedamoff

From what I’ve heard about your little prodigy, you have years of interesting Mother’s Days (and any old days) ahead of you. Enjoy! It goes by too fast.

17 05 2006
ldamoff

wow! the best eh? thems some big shorts to fill.

love,
luke

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