About a week ago, a sweet friend was asking my kiddos about "Mother's Day"
seemed like a pretty straightforward, easy to answer question to me:
"Hey, what DO we celebrate on Mother's Day?"
But apparently I overestimated the transparency of the holiday's title.
Lou, from the backseat, confidently said-
"JESUS!"
yeah.
So,
today was Mother's Day
Today
I felt celebrated.
I received breakfast in bed.
Today
My children posed for pictures because I asked them to.
I got to eat at a restaurant that wasn't chosen for the children's menu.
Today, I walked down the hall at church and grinned from ear to ear
when I saw my sweet baby(est) boy
clutching a flower for me.
Today
when I saw my sweet baby(est) boy
clutching a flower for me.
Today
I was selected to be part of a Pirate Club
and ran around on the playground
with my children calling me
Today was fantastic.
But today
I also
dropped half a jar of baby food sweet potatoes
but Today
The amazing breakfast in bed KJ had been planning all week
turned out to be
one very small muffin.
But today
I endured a temper tantrum like never before
just because I actually took the flower clutched in the sweet baby's outstretched hand.
Apparently "here" is his word for LOOK at this. Not take this.
I didn't know.
But today
I endured a temper tantrum like never before
just because I actually took the flower clutched in the sweet baby's outstretched hand.
Apparently "here" is his word for LOOK at this. Not take this.
I didn't know.
but Today
When I went to pick up one of my kids from Sunday School
the teacher informed me that he/she
had already let them know that his/her mom
was ALWAYS last to arrive.
and also, when I asked my children to rest quietly in the car
on our way home from a busy day.
Someone asked me "Are we even allowed to breathe?"
MOTHER'S DAY
and they did everything they could
to make it mine.
Little do they know
I thank the Lord
EVERYDAY
I get to be theirs.
ABL
PS-
I suppose the rules of motherhood would say I shouldn't have a favorite gift
Yep, that'll do the trick :)
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