Last Sunday March 21st was Mother's day in the Middle East. It is a very big holiday here. It is often celebrated with the mother making a big meal, usually grilled meat, salad, and extras. The family buys her a cake, flowers, gold, appliances, or just cash. Big gifts are expected and the norm if the children have any income at all. I may be living in the Middle East, but I am an American, and have given birth to an American, and am married to an American. What does this mean? It means no gold :( (Just kidding I was not wanting nor expecting gold) I slept in, Bill woke up with Zaky, the boys made me a nice card, and then after Zaky's nap and some playing in the dirt, we went to McDonald's for lunch (they have high chairs and guaranteed Zaky food). We then proceeded to Beirut where I left Zaky, and my friend Esther left her kids with her husband, and she and I went for coffee. Kind of sad that for Mother's Day I left my son, but it was nice to have an hour conversation in English during the day, and (as I like to say) "It gave me a chance to miss them." Good time was had by all, including Zaky who played with the kids the whole time and didn't notice I wasn't there. Happy Mother's Day to me, and thank you Mommy for all the work you did growing us up, and all the mothers and aunts that have had an input into me becoming a mother myself.
Rebbecca, Esther's eldest, drew the 2nd card. Esther told her Zaky was to small to make me one, and I would be sad not to have one. She signed the inside "from Zaky". How cute!
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