It’s Mothers Day here in the Middle East. And my kids were asking to borrow money from me all week so that they could get me gifts. Instead, I told them that all I wanted was a clean house – not by my hand – and no fighting. This was said while I clutched my purse to my chest with both hands in a G.I. Joe Kung Fu death grip.

I woke up to find Ismail scrubbing the stove top (a job I abhor) and all the dishes washed. I took Samiya to school and delivered a couple of gifts to Aiman’s teachers and walked home. When I walked in the door, Ismail had swept the living room, foyer, halls; cleaned the boys’ bedroom; scrubbed the stove, counters, and kitchen floor and was in the middle of scrubbing the bathroom. I cried tears of joy.

One of my kids listened to me. This is a sort of new thing now that they’re teenagers.

I got started making a giant salad and pie crusts for the spinach leek quiche that I had a hankering for. Then I watched a little television and had a cup of cinnamon coffee before dashing off to pick up Samiya from school. We got home and she went off to change clothes and study for a test she had tonight with her tutor and I listened while Ismail attempted to guilt Aiman into cleaning out the girls’ bedroom. It took about three hours, but he finally did it.

We had dinner together and then Ismail, perhaps more exhausted from convincing his brother to help out than cleaning, climbed into my bed and went to sleep. Needless to say, Ismail is now my favorite child. I made sure to tell him that.

And now as I’m typing this….I’m once again out of the running for MOTY award. Aiman’s best friend came over to collect his homework for the past week as he was out of town for a funeral…..and I forgot they were in the living room studying and I farted. LOUDLY.

I’m not overly concerned about it though. As my sister once pointed out, “If you don’t embarrass them at least once a week, then you’re neglecting your duties as parent of a teenager.”

Happy Mothers Day.

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