Friday, May 1, 2009

Mother's Day Giveaway

Mother's Day Breakfast in Bed Gift Basket. Included is an All Natural Buttermilk and Honey Pancake Mix, Fair Trade Organic Coffee, and selection of three Fresh Batch Jams: Raspberry Jam, Peach Jam and Strawberry Champagne Jam.
All of the selected jams are delicious on toast or right on top of pancakes.


Just leave a comment describing your favorite Mother's Day memory and a way to contact you and you're automatically entered! You have until Sunday at midnight to enter and the winner will be announced Monday morning.

Here's mine:

My most vivid memory for Mother's Day was one from when I was about 7 years old. My dad and I made my mom breakfast in bed. I can't remember what we made her but I worked so hard at it and I was determined to do it all by myself. Everything was made with love and care, I carried it all on a tray to wake up my Mom with a surprise. Everything was perfect! Then, just before I woke her up, I spilled the entire glass of OJ on her. So instead of waking up happily to breakfast in bed, my Mom was jolted awake with a splash of OJ. I was heart broken. She assured me that the thought behind it was what she loved (I think we went out for breakfast after we cleaned up). I did not truly believe her at the time - the day was ruined because I spilled the OJ.

Well fast forward twenty some years and my dear oldest son made breakfast in bed for me last Mother's Day. He woke up early and snuck downstairs to prepare breakfast all by himself. He picked out my favorite cereal, fruit and OJ. I woke up to my sweet boy holding a tray full of breakfast goodies. He was so proud of himself! After taking the first bite, I stopped in my tracks. Something was off about this cereal. While I was trying to figure it out with a smile on my face, I asked my son "What milk did you use?" He replied "The one in the small carton". OH, now I knew what was off...the little carton was buttermilk! I ate as much as I could so he would not feel the same way I did after I messed up my attempt to make the best Mother's Day ever. At that moment, I then understood what my mom told me over twenty years earlier.

Wishing everyone a happy mother's day.

Good Luck!

3 comments:

  1. MY SWEETEST MOTHER'S DAY MEMORY IS WHEN MY BROTHERS AND I WERE KIDS WE ASKED OUR MOTHER WHAT SHE WANTED FOR THAT PARTICULAR MOTHER'S DAY,AND SHE TOLD US "TO FLY TO HAWAII TO SEE ELVIS"
    WITHOUT MUCH THOUGHT MY BROTHER JIMMY,LED US ALL OUTSIDE TO OUR JUNGLE GYM WHERE WE CLIMED ATOP AND TOLD MY MOTHER TO COME UP TOO, AND SHE DID,AND WE PRETENDED TO FLY HER TO HAWAII.
    WHEN WE GOT TO OUR "DESTINATION" MY BROTHER CHRIS CAME OUT FROM BEHIND THE SHED WITH HIS BLANKET TUCKED INTO HIS SHIRT LIKE A CAPE AND STARTED SINGING ELVIS SONGS,WHILE I POURED KOOL AID INTO MY MOTHER'S BEST WINE GLASS AND SERVED HER AS IF SHE WAS AT A REAL SHOW.
    SHE WENT ALONG WITH THE WHOLE THING AS IF IT WERE HER DREAM COME TRUE,AND 30 YEARS LATER,SHE STILL TALKS ABOUT.

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  2. My most memorable Mother's Day was the first time I celebrated it as a new mom. My daughter was born a week or so before Mother's Day, and I remember thinking how wonderful it was to celebrate the day for not only my Great-Grandma, Grandmas, my mom and mother-in-law, my sisters, but now as a mother myself. What better memory than holding your sweet, beautiful, newborn child on Mother's Day, and thinking, "Happy Mother's Day to Me"...

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  3. My favorite Mothers Day memory was made just last year. It was my first Mothers Day as a mother. With my husband being active duty we live no where near our family and our closest friends had just moved away. It was a bitter sweet day. After church we went to the local Mexican restaurant and ordered some lunch. As I sat there listening to the mariachi music, eating chips and salsa and sipping on a Coke we could hardly afford, I looked at my precious baby sleeping in his car seat and then across the table at my husband who was smiling at our sweet boy and I knew then that life would never be the same. Nor did I want it to be.

    -Emily

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