The other morning Mr. G woke up really early and wanted to paint. He rustled around in the kitchen getting his supplies together, squirted poster paint onto the lid of an old ice cream bucket and began creating masterpieces at the table. I went about my morning routine of showering, making coffee, prepping breakfast and waking up his brothers. Later, after Team Testosterone had headed off to school, I walked through my bedroom and saw a picture on my pillow with "Happy Mother's Day Mom" painted across the top. The letters were neatly painted and the words were all spelled correctly, so I suspected one of the older boys of taking advantage of the art supplies on the table.
Funny, I don't remember Mr. B painting and I know Mr. T was buried in a book all morning.
I went about my day and after school mentioned to Mr. B, "You left something pretty special on my pillow today."
He gave me a blank stare. Okay, I'll go along with the anonymous surprise. He'd given his teacher an anonymous card for Teacher Appreciation Week, he obviously prefers to remain a man of mystery.
When I next went to my room, the picture was gone.
Much later that night, when Mr. D returned from coaching another baseball game and we'd put the boys to bed, he said, "That Mr. G, he's really something. You know what he did?"
"He made me a Mother's Day card."
"He did?" That's odd, I'm his mother, not Mr. D...
"Yeah, he said, 'Dad, I know you're really busy so I made you a card to give to mom on Mother's Day so you don't have to worry about it."