Mother's Day feat was a treat


On Mother's Day, my husband got up early to make pancakes, sausage and eggs for the family. We were enjoying his delicious breakfast while the children shared with me the beautiful artwork on their homemade cards. I was relishing the moment before we had to dash out the door for church.

My husband then looked at me and said, "Oh, by the way, your Mother's Day present is tied to the fence outside."

He smiled and winked, and I smiled back. By then, the children had tuned in to our conversation.

"Oh, you got me a puppy?" I teased, knowing that the children were in on his secret.

"No, but it's something you've wanted for a long time," he said while pointing out the window. "Can you see it propped up over there?"

As soon as I saw the stately tree, I knew what it was. Oak.

An oak tree produces acorns, and acorns attract squirrels.


Squirrels in our back yard? Oh, that would be so nice. (I have said this for years.)

I love watching squirrels as they scamper about. They are such amazing creatures, and now I am hopeful that some will eventually make their home in my yard.

In fact, that afternoon I started to daydream about watching a squirrel family's antics. Perhaps we'll have that little family by the time my son leaves for college in four years. Then I will be able to send along various tales via e-mail. I'm sure he'll have time to read about them in between his studies.

Studies? That thought brought me back to the various homework assignments and end-of-the-year projects that my children were completing. It was time to help them, so I needed to focus on the present.

A few days later as I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, I started to think about the squirrels again.

Melodic sounds from a Celtic Woman CD floated through the air, and I opened the sliding glass door to let in the breeze.

The birds were singing as I put away the leftovers and loaded the dishwasher. It was quite pleasant. Then I noticed that the birds' volume would change occasionally, so I started to pay closer attention.

Whenever the Celtic Woman singers' notes were high, the birds seemed to chirp louder and more frantically, almost as if they felt threatened by the sound.

(Where are those angelic sounds coming from, and should I guard my nest more closely?)

I had to smile at the thought. It reminded me of the look on the face of one of my students when I responded to her question. "Do you know where I can find music from the Middle Ages?" she asked.

"Well, I have a CD of Baroque music. That would be pretty close to that time era."

She did a double-take. "You have it? Here at school?"

Affirmative. Listening to classical music is a great way to deal with stress. Perhaps the birds would prefer that, too.

I wonder what the squirrels will like? I'll just have to experiment to see.

Who would have known the amount of joy and hope that a well-planned Mother's Day gift would bring?

I'm already thinking about Father's Day and how I'm going to top my husband's feat. It's not going to be easy.

Lisa Tedrick Prejean writes a weekly column for The Herald-Mail

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