Sunday, May 10, 2009

Because They Could

For me being a mom has been a series of 'guess you had to be there' moments. The first time I held my babies, heard their cries, picked them up when they fell down. I would do them all again because in raising my kids I feel like I have been raising myself. Raising my standards, raising my expectations, raising my hopes (for them), and lifting myself to a place I didn't dream I could go.

Motherhood is one of my favorite topics. Mothers are some of my favorite people. And by mothers I don't just mean those ladies who have kids, anyone can have kids, but it takes someone special to be a mother. A mother is a woman who has a 'mother heart', someone who sees a child's anguish and wants to soothe it, who see's a child laughing and wants to laugh with them. Even without kids of her own a woman can still be a mother.


I know many, many mothers and I am grateful for them in my life.....

But most especially I am grateful for the mother that gave me life, gave me an anchor in my Savior, and taught me to be the mom I am today. Her example of love, laughter, music and joy have enriched my life in ways I could never imagine while I was a young girl.

My mom at seventeen.





And the mother that raised my husband to be the man he is today. For her sacrifices, her sleepless nights, her tears, and her patience. I'm grateful for the friendship that we share and for the wonderful grandma that she is to my kids.




To all the wonderful mothers I know....
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!

Dear Lord it's been such a hectic day

with little time to stop and pray.

For life's been anything but calm

since You called on me to be a mom.

Running errands, mathcing socks

building dreams with building blocks.

Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes

and other stuff that children lose.

Fitting lids on bottled bugs,

wiping tears, and giving hugs.

A stack of last weeks mail to read,

so where's the quiet time I need?

Yet when I steal a minute, Lord

just at the sink or ironing board

to ask the blessing's of Your grace

I see then in my small one's face,

that you have blessed me all the while
and I stop to kiss that precious smile.


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