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This Mother’s Day felt deeply full circle.
Even though everyone insisted it was my special day, I still wanted to cook dinner for my family because that’s what I do. Food is love to me. It’s how I care for people. So I cooked while my children gathered around me, laughing and talking in the kitchen.
Then my son Leo walked in carrying two bouquets.
One was real flowers.The other…was Lego flowers. And immediately, I lost it emotionally.
Because my son loved Legos with every fiber of his being when he was little. Obsessed would honestly be the better word. Every birthday and Christmas revolved around Lego sets. At our old house, he even had his own Lego room in the basement, complete with an eight-foot table displaying his creations and another work table where he’d spend endless hours building under a lamp.
Sometimes he’d scream in frustration after accidentally breaking a build. We eventually had to glue some pieces together to preserve everyone’s sanity. And after stepping on enough Lego pieces barefoot over the years, I finally declared that Legos were only allowed in that room.
We even once packed up our minivan and road-tripped to Legoland in California because of his love for them. I’ll never forget that trip. For years I had been afraid to take the kids alone to a theme park because I carried childhood trauma from when my own parents lost my sister at Carowinds in North Carolina for several terrifying hours. That fear ruled me for years… until one Sunday night when Leo was eleven and Sofia was seven years old and I learned Star Wars had arrived at Legoland.
Something inside me snapped in that moment.
I ran downstairs crying and told the kids:
“Get ready Kids. We’re going to Legoland.”
At 8:00 PM that night, the three of us hit the road in our minivan and drove through the night to California. We watched the sun rise as we pulled into a Chick-fil-A parking lot near the park for breakfast and a quick nap before spending days making memories at Legoland. We spent two days at Legoland, one day each at Disneyland and SeaWorld, and even squeezed in an adventure of strawberry picking between parks.
It remains one of the greatest trips of our memory as a family. |