Through Melina’s Eyes, II

Two years ago, I posted about one of my favorite Mother’s Day gifts. Melina had given it to me: a paper purse full of information about me, her mother. I loved all the attention Melina had put into the project, and I felt she captured who I was pretty well.

This year, Melina came home from school with another homemade gift. She almost forgot to give it to me. In fact, since Melina is almost always honest, she told me quite frankly, “I didn’t realize it was Mother’s Day until I heard Daddy say it to his mommy.”

Thanks for remembering, honey. I appreciate the love.

What I first noticed about this current masterpiece was how sparse the cover was. Usually, Melina takes her time to make a card and includes all sorts of little details. Not this time. I guess she had other things to do, like watch Say Yes to the Dress.

I tend to like a little more color, but red is the color of love, right? Or blood. Red is the color of blood.

But as I opened the card, I realized that her work took at least a little bit of brain power. She had given me an acrostic poem, and found some interesting ways to describe me. How sweet.

Talkative? Really? But I guess I do speak to everyone at every grocery store. She might be right about me being talkative.

Then, I turned the page, and practically snorted. I do not need to write anything about why I snorted; I simply need to add the picture.

Organ lady? Ha. Large Intestine Person? OVARY PERSON!?!

I’m not the type of mother who manipulates their children into giving the type of gift I’d like, but I think now that maybe I should be that type of mother.

Written by

Christina Consolino is a mother, dreamer, author, editor and teacher from Dayton, Ohio. She's a member of the Plot Sisters and teaches Anatomy & Physiology at Sinclair Community College. She writes literary women's fiction, personal essays and more.