For years, Isabelle has been pronouncing her “th” sound as a “z” sound. Bruzah. Togezah. Muzah. I can hear her little voice tiptoeing into my bedoom with a “happy MUZAHS day mama!” Her speech has corrected itself and now she properly pronounces her “th” sound which breaks my heart a little, but Mother’s Day makes me so happy to be her Muzah.
My Muzah’s day was really nice. Jazz got up with the kids and let me sleep an extra hour. Even that one extra hour feels so delicious! The kid’s came in and brought me their gifts and we sat on my bed together as a little family.
We got ready for church and hurried in before the opening prayer. The children were singing a mothers day medley with the young men and young women from our ward, which I was leading, and I was nervous to make sure that all went smoothly. I was totally fine until we were sitting down singing the opening song and I looked down our bench and saw my beautiful Isabelle, my spunky Lincoln, and my red ribbon I was wearing in Max’s honor. I could hardly keep it together… with a deep breath I sat tall- I am so proud and honored to be their mother.
Time for our musical number came, and we got everyone standing up there arranged so they could see. The kids stared back at me with their little faces all eager to sing for their Mothers- they had been practicing for weeks. Smiles on their faces, they sang their little hearts out. Of course by the end of it I was weepy because the kids always make me cry when we sing. You can tell the kids love their mamas.
I’m still Max’s mother, I always will be. When I pray, I always pray for my kids to be safe, for me to teach them, for them to make good choices. I pray for them to grow and to be kind and to be happy. I always pray for Max- that he will know we love him and that we miss him and that we are thankful for him in our eternal family. Same prayer, just a little bit different. How great that day will be when I hold him in my arms again. What a blessing, what a RELIEF to know that he is always mine. How lucky am I that I get to raise him someday. Even when I am old and wrinkly I will look forward to my calling as a mother on the other side.
I know I’ve shared this quote before but it’s perfect. Elder Holland needs to wear a tie that says NAILED IT because everything he says is gold.
“Mothers, cherish that role that is so uniquely yours and for which heaven itself sends angels to watch over you and your little ones. Yours is the work of salvation, and therefore you will be magnified, compensated, made more than you are, better than you are, and better than you have ever been. You are doing terrifically well. The very fact that you have been given such a responsibility is
everlasting evidence of the trust your Father in Heaven has in you. He is blessing you and He will bless you, even—no, especially—when your days and your nights may be the most challenging. Rely on Him. Rely on Him heavily. Rely on Him forever. And “press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope.”
The rest of my Mother’s Day was wonderful. Relaxing, full my favorite people and some good food. Jazz really went out of his way to make sure I had the best day possible.. I picked a good one!
Isabelle’s class made a special recipe book for all the moms. It was hilarious- the kids wrote down their favorite recipe and how their moms make them. Of course my kid’s favorite meal is cookies.. though she did remember quite a few ingredients!
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the sorensen six 