What I hope they remember

I hope, when my boys are grown and have their own families, they remember this. I hope they remember Mama making holidays (even the hallmark ones) special. I hope they remember bananas sliced into hearts, glittery paper plates, and placemats you can color on while you're eating. I hope they remember the surprise of balloons on their chairs and silly decorations that sprung up when they weren't looking. I hope they remember feeling special and loved, and I hope those memories make them want to create new ones with their own kids.

I hope they remember this stuff, and not what a crappy housekeeper I am. I hope the fun memories overshadow the moments when I am overtired and crabby and really just want to drink my coffee before I make waffles. I hope they remember their mama is only human. And that she really really loves them.