Mother's Day -- the day that people honor their mothers. They talk about all of the things that they appreciate about their mothers, we are thanked for our love and selflessness.

I called my own Mother, early this morning, and talked with her. She is the most amazing, selfless, hard-working, wonderful woman that I know, and if I can grow up to be like her, I will be extremely grateful.

Then there are my own sweet children who showered me with gifts: drawings, cards, hand-cut snowflakes, a school-made picture frame, a portrait of me- made with crayons and yarn. These little presents that are priceless to me.

Then the husband, who quietly turned off the baby monitor (yes, I still use one) and closed the door at 6:-something so I could sleep in, who kept the kids quiet and made me an egg-white omelet with mushrooms and green chiles and pepperjack cheese, and a tall glass of frothy OJ. All of these things to make me feel special- to honor me and thank me for being their Mother (and the Mother of his children).

And it occurred to me, more than once today, that I'm the one who is blessed. Mother's Day, for me, is a celebration of these three most amazing little lives that enrich me and stretch me and teach me. I feel like, at least for me, the whole idea of Mother's Day is wrong- it shouldn't be a day to shower Mom with gifts and yummies and an afternoon nap (isn't that what birthdays are for?), but for me, it's a day to recognize how blessed I am.

These children are not perfect, but they are perfect for me, and I will forever be grateful for the opportunity I have to be their Mother.


(me and mine, taken this morning before church::)webRCP_6317.jpg

Mother's Day -- the day that people honor their mothers. They talk about all of the things that they appreciate about their mothers, we are thanked for our love and selflessness.

I called my own Mother, early this morning, and talked with her. She is the most amazing, selfless, hard-working, wonderful woman that I know, and if I can grow up to be like her, I will be extremely grateful.

Then there are my own sweet children who showered me with gifts: drawings, cards, hand-cut snowflakes, a school-made picture frame, a portrait of me- made with crayons and yarn. These little presents that are priceless to me.

Then the husband, who quietly turned off the baby monitor (yes, I still use one) and closed the door at 6:-something so I could sleep in, who kept the kids quiet and made me an egg-white omelet with mushrooms and green chiles and pepperjack cheese, and a tall glass of frothy OJ. All of these things to make me feel special- to honor me and thank me for being their Mother (and the Mother of his children).

And it occurred to me, more than once today, that I'm the one who is blessed. Mother's Day, for me, is a celebration of these three most amazing little lives that enrich me and stretch me and teach me. I feel like, at least for me, the whole idea of Mother's Day is wrong- it shouldn't be a day to shower Mom with gifts and yummies and an afternoon nap (isn't that what birthdays are for?), but for me, it's a day to recognize how blessed I am.

These children are not perfect, but they are perfect for me, and I will forever be grateful for the opportunity I have to be their Mother.


(me and mine, taken this morning before church::)webRCP_6317.jpg



Comments
kori says:

Perfect

(05.14.12 @ 11:01 AM)
Jessica says:

I agree 100% and felt the same way you did all day.

(05.15.12 @ 07:11 AM)
alison says:

you said it well. and it might have brought a small tear to my eye. happy mother's day.

(05.18.12 @ 02:29 PM)
Aleasha says:

Thank you for sharing this. It's so true!! Reading it gave me goosebumps.

(06.22.12 @ 12:54 PM)
Claudia Grange says:

Beautiful children!

(07.11.12 @ 01:01 PM)