My Son My Hero

My Son My Hero

This past Mother’s Day, my son became my hero.  I was lying in bed watching CBS Sunday Morning when I heard pots and pans rattling around downstairs.  I fought the temptation to get up and see what was going on and told myself to relax and enjoy the moment.  About an hour later, my bedroom door burst open and he yelled, “HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!” then laughed at my startled reaction.  He announced he had made breakfast and presented me with a giant pancake, a perfectly cooked fried egg and coffee.  He even remembered my favorite green Tabasco sauce for my egg.  The pancake was the biggest, thickest one I’d ever seen and he proudly pointed out there were apple slices inside.  He had set his alarm that morning and googled the recipe.  It was truly the best pancake I’d ever tasted, maybe because of the hands that made it or because I suddenly felt so special.  We sat in my room watching the rest of the news show and eating our feast.  Then he politely took all the dishes downstairs and cleaned the kitchen.  Does it get any better?  In the afternoon, I asked if he would go for a bike ride with me.  I’m sure he didn’t want to but felt obliged since it was Mother’s Day.  It was a warm, sunny day and we rode from our house, down a bike path which took us under the freeway, along the sparkling lake.  We rode the fun, scenic bridge over Lake Hodges, then uphill to the Rancho Bernardo Winery.  They were having a craft fair and there were lots of booths to visit and a band playing in front of the tasting room.  I bought a glass of champagne for me, a soda for Kyle and cheese sticks,  We found a place to sit by the fountain to have our snack and listen to the music.  The bike ride was strenuous on the way there but blissfully downhill all the way home and I relished the warm sun on my arms, the wind in my hair and the view of the lake.  Also it was exhilarating going downhill as fast as I dared (which is not that fast but still fun).  We stopped at the little farmer’s market close to home and sat in the sun listening to music while Kyle ate a lemon Italian ice.  We had just enough time when we got home to clean up and get ready to go out to dinner with his dad and sister.  I will never forget the time and effort Kyle put into making my day special.  It was a treat to have him spend the whole day with me, just the two of us and that pancake served to me in bed was a dream come true. 

And that’s why my son is now my hero.