I fully intended on posting a lovely Mother’s Day blog yesterday about how much I enjoy being a mother and also about how much I appreciate my own mother but somehow the day just slipped away from me.
My day started with Isabelle- “Oh, happy muzah’s day, Mama!”
My husband made me eggs and bacon.
I chose comfort over fancy and wore my beloved maxi skirt to church. We were on time.
My primary kids sang their mother’s day song loud and clear. Isabelle stood in the front row.
I cried. (just a little.)
Flowers, gifts, cards.
Peaceful rest time after church.
Dinner with my family.
Followed by seriously the most amazing chocolate cake I have eaten. And I have eaten cake.
|thank you morgan for the celestial recipe.|
I mean, what more could I ask for.
Last week went on a date and left the kids with my parents. We picked them up about 10:30 and brought them home- Isabelle stayed asleep but Lincoln figured it was party time.
We laid in bed and listened to him through the monitor- he practiced his lion roars and laughed at himself. I could hear him rolling around and babbling mamamama. Mamaaaaam. Mamamamama. It is his favorite word.
I turned to Jazz and said something like “someday he will grow up and then he won’t be mine anymore.” It makes me so emotional to think about my life when my kids are grown, when I won’t wipe messy faces and fold tiny clothes. I know in years to come I will close my eyes and pull memories from the days I am living now.
Isabelle, my sweet first born- the babe that made me a mother.
Lincoln, my mamas boy, made entirely of joy.
I am so lucky to be the mother of these two little beings. Not just on this one special day but the entire year long. For all the years, for all their lives, for eternity. Not a day goes by that I am not on my knees thanking Him for sending them to me.
And I couldn’t speak of motherhood without mentioning my mother. Five kids, nine grandchildren later and she is still the most loving and inspiring parent I could ask for. She has something special- a way of connecting with children that is a gift and can not be learned or taught. She is selfless and giving and always has cookies in her freezer. Love you mom. xo