I imagine it is difficult to comprehend, but this mother's day even beat out my first mother's day on which I received every mother's wish, an XBox. You might be wondering what it was that made it so special, so memorable. I can assure you it was not Zach waking up screaming at 6:00 am, "I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to stay home," incessantly for 15 minutes. While perfectly delightful, the opportunity to sleep in until 7:15 as David had postponed his bishopric meetings and to make my own lovely breakfast of waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, contributed only in a small way to making this the best mother's day yet. It certainly helped that Zach survived sacrament meeting with no kerfuffles resulting in him being dragged into the foyer by his ear by me. It wasn't because of the lovely primary songs celebrating mothers the children sang during which Sarah attempted to keep a low profile behind all of the other children and Zach only almost made it out of our row and up to the front. The snacks and treats that we as a RS presidency provided for an impromptu celebration of womanhood and motherhood at the conclusion of Relief Society added a bit of sparkle to the day. It certainly helped that David came home early from church and seasoned the meat for dinner. And I must admit that the two hour nap during which the children spent some dedicated time in front of various screens and I didn't even feel a speck of guilt was delightful. I freely admit that Zach falling asleep beside his Frosted Flakes at 6pm and sleeping until 7am the following morning contributed to the best mother's day ever. When it comes right down to it, however, the thing that made this mother's day the best one I've ever had was me. All me. I chose to be the best mother I could be for this day. I chose to ignore feelings of inadequacy and frustration. When they dared rear their ugly heads, I squashed them down. I took more deep breaths and tried to be more patient. I looked at my kids more and saw them and the chance to be with them and spend time with them as the blessing that it truly is. I made the meals with more love and more pleasure. The change I saw and felt in myself was amazing--one that I hope to make a more conscious effort of every day. Maybe then every day can be mother's day.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
perhaps the best mother's day yet
I imagine it is difficult to comprehend, but this mother's day even beat out my first mother's day on which I received every mother's wish, an XBox. You might be wondering what it was that made it so special, so memorable. I can assure you it was not Zach waking up screaming at 6:00 am, "I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to stay home," incessantly for 15 minutes. While perfectly delightful, the opportunity to sleep in until 7:15 as David had postponed his bishopric meetings and to make my own lovely breakfast of waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, contributed only in a small way to making this the best mother's day yet. It certainly helped that Zach survived sacrament meeting with no kerfuffles resulting in him being dragged into the foyer by his ear by me. It wasn't because of the lovely primary songs celebrating mothers the children sang during which Sarah attempted to keep a low profile behind all of the other children and Zach only almost made it out of our row and up to the front. The snacks and treats that we as a RS presidency provided for an impromptu celebration of womanhood and motherhood at the conclusion of Relief Society added a bit of sparkle to the day. It certainly helped that David came home early from church and seasoned the meat for dinner. And I must admit that the two hour nap during which the children spent some dedicated time in front of various screens and I didn't even feel a speck of guilt was delightful. I freely admit that Zach falling asleep beside his Frosted Flakes at 6pm and sleeping until 7am the following morning contributed to the best mother's day ever. When it comes right down to it, however, the thing that made this mother's day the best one I've ever had was me. All me. I chose to be the best mother I could be for this day. I chose to ignore feelings of inadequacy and frustration. When they dared rear their ugly heads, I squashed them down. I took more deep breaths and tried to be more patient. I looked at my kids more and saw them and the chance to be with them and spend time with them as the blessing that it truly is. I made the meals with more love and more pleasure. The change I saw and felt in myself was amazing--one that I hope to make a more conscious effort of every day. Maybe then every day can be mother's day.
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