Mother’s Day

Every Mother’s Day, I request pictures with my kids and I love looking back at them.

This Mother’s Day, we went to our park to my favorite bench.

And it wasn’t long before we were blowing wishes!

And to be honest, I never know what to wish for, because I’ve already got my dream wish.

My husband still makes me laugh and comforts me when I cry.

I’m tired and been through a rough year, but my body is slowly getting stronger and my eyes show my joy.

Joy for this squeezie treasure who’s just as cute as can be.

Joy for this young man who randomly declares, “You’re the best, Mom!” with a wonderful smile. Or slings his arm around my shoulders and asks, “Who’s our favorite Mom-face?” Always makes day!

Joy for this boy with a huge heart who takes time every day to stop, look into my eyes and ask, “Mom, how are you feeling?” It gets me every time.

Joy for this gentle boy who melts my heart with his generosity one moment and then makes me guffaw the next when he breaks out his perfect infomercial voice.

Joy for this sneaky child whose sole mission in life is to hide and jump out when I least expect it. “Hi, Mom!… Did I scare you??”

Joy for this sparkly ninja princess who plays dolls with a vengeance that I love beyond measure.

Together they fulfill every dandelion wish I could ever make. Thank you, my dear children. You make every day special because you’re in it. I love you!!

Thoughts on Motherhood

A few weeks ago, I was watching some Mormon videos online. 

One of them was called Dayton’s Legs and it was a touching story about a young man who did a triathlon with his friend, Dayton.  The young man pushed or pulled Dayton for the entire triathlon because Dayton had cerebral palsy.

I loved it!  I was especially touched when they made the point that this young man had done for Dayton what Dayton could not do for himself.  Just as Christ has done for us what we could not do for ourselves.

That’s when I sat back in my chair and looked out the window.  I folded my arms and thought, “Wow.  How neat would it be to do for someone what they could never do for themselves?”

Then I wondered, “Will I ever be able to do that?…  Maybe someday.  Maybe someday when I’m not pregnant, the kids are older and I have more time to serve people.”

And that’s when it happened.

You are doing that.

Out of nowhere, that precise thought came to my mind.

You are doing for someone what they cannot do for themselves.

I blinked in surprise and slowly looked down at my belly.

The belly that I had just accused of keeping me back from serving other people like Christ did.

The belly that was working so hard to create a wonderful little body for a spirit that could not make a body for himself.

And then I thought about the two little bodies that were taking naps upstairs.

Bodies that could only be made inside a mother.

And then I thought of helpless newborns.  And vivacious toddlers.  And growing preschoolers.

And how they could not nurture themselves.

That’s when I realized that motherhood is all about doing for others what they could never do for themselves.  Just like Christ.

And I smiled and looked out the window again. And I didn’t wonder about “maybe someday” anymore.


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