Mother’s Day

Well this is embarrassing.

Definitely my longest blog-break ever. I wish I could have something specific to blame it on but I don’t! Just life. Regular, busy people life. At night when I am finally alone from the day and my mom chores are all done, I have a choice. Be productive, write a blog, catch up on LipSense stuff, or lay on the couch like a blob. And if there is the option to SLEEP, sleep always wins. Trump card. Sleep. Done. Anyway– now we shall catch up!

Mother’s Day. Mother’s day is always a bit tricky to navigate. My first Mother’s day without Max was brutal, his loss so fresh and my arms felt so empty without him. Every year it stings! The night before Mother’s Day this year I had a big heaving cry– just let it all out, and then I felt better. If there is anything constant with grief, it is that it’s unpredictable. Just never know how something is going to feel. And I still ache for Max, for his little fuzzy head and fat chubby cheeks. I still never know what to say when people ask how many kids I have or if Thatcher is my third. He is my fourth, but my third living….I don’t know, it’s always awkward.

My family really made me feel special though. Jazz took the early shift and let me sleep in. Nothing speaks to me like letting me get a good chunk of sleep. (Thatcher still wakes to eat twice a night. It’s not miserable but also I am tired.) They brought me breakfast in bed and their handmade cards! Who doesn’t love handmade cards and school crafts!!!

They looove it when I force them to take pictures of me. We went to church and the little kids all got up to sing their mother’s day song which is just my favorite!  Lincoln just makes stink eye faces and Isabelle knows all the words, bless her heart. 

I always wear a red ribbon for Max.
I sat in the mother’s lounge at church and thought about all my kids and how lucky I am to be raising them. Not just to Iz and Linc and sweet baby Thatcher in my arms but to Maxwell too. I have so many questions about him that will go unanswered for the rest of my life, and that’s okay. I’m still his mama. 
My very favorite part of Mother’s Day is when Jazz has the kids fill out the questionnaire about me.
Isabelle: 
My Mom’s name is— Miccolene.
She is— 32 years old.
Mom and I like to— have a tea party.
Mom likes to say— “oh my heck a banoonees”
My mom really loves— me.
She likes to eat— sweet pork. (LOL)
She likes to drink— 7 up with diet “crambarb” juice.
My mom’s job is— to take care of me.
If she had time, she would like to— do American Girl Dolls.
Mom is really good at— making cinnamon rolls.
If I could go anywhere in the world with her, we’d go to — Sea World and Disneyland and Mexico.
I love my mom because— she is pretty, loving, and caring.
By Isabelle Shaw Sorensen May 14, 2017.
Lincoln:
My Mom’s name is— Mommy.
She is— 32 years old.
Mom and I like to— go on a date.
Mom likes to say— Come here so I can eat all of your freckles. (LOL)
My mom really loves— me, and nothing else, oh and the baby, and she loves playing with me.
She likes to eat— salad.
She likes to drink— 7 up.
My mom’s job is— to keep me safe.
If she had time, she would like to— do her crafts and go visit Grandma and play.
Mom is really good at— making cinnamon rolls.
If I could go anywhere in the world with her, we’d go— to Disneyland and ride Racers.
I love my mom because— she is my mommy and she takes extra special care of me.
by Lincoln May 14, 2017

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