This afternoon, Aidan’s kindergarten class had a Writing Celebration, and invited all the parents to come to class. Each child, in turn, went in front of the room and read a poem that he or she had written about his or her mother.

I was weepy well before my little progeny got up there, towards the end of the presentation. Some of the poems were just so sweet, and some of the readers were so shy or so proud that you couldn’t help but get choked up.

Luckily, there was some comic relief mixed in. Here are a few of the ones that made me chuckle with their awesomeness (I won’t post the authors’ names, to protect their privacy):

My Mom is big!
My Mom is bigger
Than me!
My Mom is bigger
Than you!
I love my Mom!
(No woman can resist a poem that talks about how gigantic she is.)

I love my Mom.
I went to Target
With my Mom.
My Mom is cool.
She gets food or coke.
(Any poem that mentions Target is good by me. I also love that it is apparently an either/or – either we get food this week, or coke.)

My Mommy feels yucky!
How come, Mommy?
Because I have the
BABY
In my tummy!
(This kid is getting a head start on sibling rivalry.)

Moms are great.
They take care of you.
They snuggle you.
Mom! Mom! Mom!
I love you.
Tonight I will
Try to dream about you.
I like your dinner.
You should
Be proud of it yourself.
I love everything
That you make.
(This is Aidan’s poem. I’m not so great at making dinner, actually. But I make awesome little boys.)