On this beautiful (because it is beautiful even if it is cold and rainy here today) Sunday I want to wish you a Happy Mother’s Day. I just got home from church and am feeling so incredibly uplifted and empowered. What an amazing thing it is to be a Mother. Today I slept in a little later than I normally do on a Sunday and was woken up by 7 smiling faces cheering “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!” Their little (and not so little) hands were filled with notes, gifts, and breakfast in bed. It is wonderful to be a Mother. As I looked at my crew of 7 I looked over (most of) their heads and saw my amazing Nate. Is it odd that today I am so incredibly thankful for him? Because of him I am blessed with this crew who calls me Mom. More today than even on our anniversary I am overwhelmed with love for him and how he has blessed my life, I know as long as he is by my side I can get through anything and have fun along the way. I am without a doubt the luckiest lady alive, that man, these kids….they bring me more joy than there are words to describe.
I am currently obsessed with this page on LDS.org about Motherhood. It is amazing and again uplifting, I encourage you to read it (often). The quote right at the top I am ready to put on my wall.
It’s the highest, holiest service assumed by humankind. It’s the definition of selfless service. It’s both a daunting responsibility and a glorious opportunity. The divine role of motherhood is a gift from God, and key to His plan of happiness for all His children.
I also encourage you to take 2 minutes and watch this video titled It Was Mom
Today in sacrament a woman I love and look up to so much shared a story, she gave me a copy and I want to share it with you, I don’t know who originally wrote it but I love it and think you will too.
Mother of the Year Awards
This is for all the Mothers who DIDN’T win Mother of the Year this year. For all the runners-up and all the wannabes… For the Mothers too tired to enter or too busy to care.
This is for all the Mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at soccer games Friday nights instead of watching from the cars, so that when their kids asked, “Did you see my goal?” they could say, “Of course, wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” (and meant it).
This is for all the Mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, “It’s OK honey, Mommy’s here.”
This is for all the Mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can’t find their children. This is for the Mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see. And the Mothers who took those babies and made them a home.
For all the Mothers of the victims of the mass shootings and the Mothers of the murderers. For the Mothers of the survivors, and the Mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school safely.
For all the Mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes, and all the Mothers who DON’T…
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying? I think so.
So this is for all the Mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the Mothers who wanted to, but just couldn’t. This is for reading “Goodnight Moon” twice a night for a year. And then reading it again, “Just one more time.”
This is for all the Mothers who mess up, who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired 2 year old who wants ice cream before dinner.
This is for all the Mothers who taught their daughters to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the Mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
For all the Mothers who bite their lips…sometimes until they bleed…when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. Who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won’t stop.
This is for all the Mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
This is for all the Mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for all the Mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls “Mom?” in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.
This is for Mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children’s graves.
This is for Mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find the words to reach them.
This is for all the Mothers who sent their sons to school with stomachaches, assuring them they’d be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse one hour later asking them to please pick them up right away.
This is for young Mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature Mothers learning to let go. For working Mothers and stay-at-home Mothers. Single Mothers and married Mothers. Mothers with money, Mothers without. This for you all.
So hang in there.
Today I want to hug women every where and say Happy Mother’s Day because even if you’re not a Mother I have no doubt in my mind and heart that you Mother many.
Sadly today I cannot hug my own Mother as she’s across the country but hopefully she’ll hop over here and read this so she can know she is thought of and loved so much, not just today but every day. I am blessed to be able to call her Mom and am so thankful she’s my children’s Gramma.
So ladies (and any gents who may read this) spread the love today, we all need it!
Happy Mother’s Day!!
(and I was all set to publish this and my darling friend Amy posted this on her facebook so I’m stealing it from her and sharing it here because I think she nailed it!)
To all the moms here, to those who desperately want to be a mom, to moms with little ones who left too soon, to the tired moms, to the burned out moms, to the moms who are loving it, to the moms who are sure they’re doing it wrong, to the moms who’ve stepped up when others have stepped out, Happy Mother’s Day!
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