Saturday, May 12
It is that wonderful time of year again to celebrate the women in my life.
I am a mother, and I try every day to be the best mother that I can be. It is the hardest thing I have EVER done. I know there are time consuming jobs and really hard jobs out there, but this is the hardest, I just know it. It is 24 hours a day 7 days a week. You don't ever get a break. You should really make vows for being a parent... through sickness and health, good times and bad, tantrums and happiness, through sticky hands and soaking wet bathtub splashes. I promise to be your mother. ...
So here is a glimpse:
You wake up to little voices and taps on your forehead "mom! mom!" And immediately its can I watch a show, what are we doing today, or I want breakfast. I am always tired, but I always have to get up, especially when you hear the baby awake or crying in her crib. Then its on to breakfast, where everyone wants something different, cooked differently. There are complaints about everything, then crumbs all over the floor and grease or peanut butter smeared into the chairs. Then there is yogurt dumped on hair, and entire plates or cups being spilt onto the floor.
Moving on, there are arguments about whose is whose toys, and I'm sitting there, and I want this show, or that book etc. etc etc.
Oh lets get dressed! Lets first call you 6 times before you come, then lets argue over what you will wear (or wont wear). Moving into the bathroom for teeth brushing and hair brushing. This is obviously the most painful thing they have ever done and there is wailing and gnashing of teeth. there are tantrums over 1 or 2 ponytails, the gel hurts, the water is hot, the water is cold, you are touching me.. and so on.
SO now we are 45 minutes into the morning. There have been timeouts given, warnings, and sending to the room, and many tears shed.
The day continues on driving here and there. Unloading and loading kids, yelling to get out of the middle of the street when cars are coming, where are your shoes? Why is Courtney crying? please stop yelling. what feels like hours and hours of the wheels on the bus and the eensy weensy spider over and over and over. There will be lots of trips to the bathroom with many reminders to flush and wash hands. More time outs, more messy meals, more waisted food, fighting over who gets to go first into any particular room at any given time. Lots of whinning over Im hungry, Im thirsty, she called me a rat, I want this and I want that.
Bedtime comes far too late and there are again the same power struggles over baths, jammies, teeth brushing, stories, prayers, songs, and lastly lights out. Then there are the night time things you get to deal with. Waking all kids up to pee so they dont pee their beds. Getting woken up 30 minutes after you finally fell asleep to "MOM, I peed the bed." "Mom, Im scared" "MOm, tickle my back and lay with me." Well guess what IM EXHAUSTED. At this point, I have done too much laundry, wiped too many bums, wiped too many tears, broken up too many fights, given too many timeouts, done too many dishes, washed too many anythings, and I am done. GO TO BED. GO BACK TO BED. STAY IN BED! I need to sleep.
Well lucky for me, this wont happen for a long time, and I will cherish each and every moment of every day. You may not believe me if you see me having a mental breakdown in the middle of Target, or screaming in the car, or walk by my house and hear loud noises coming from it... but I love my life. I have the best job in the entire world. I have the most beautiful children who are smart, and funny, and loving, and crazy and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the entire world.
Heavenly Father has given them to me for this life and I will take care of them and do all that I can to make sure they know they are loved and that they learn all they can. With all this bad comes so much good.
Lots of hugs, Lots of kisses, Lots of snuggles, Lots of laughs, and walks, and talks, and tickles, Lots of crafts, and lots of questions, Good tears, hearing first words, teaching a new skill that they actually get, watching them be proud of themselves, and Lots to keep me busy with, and Lots to learn from these awesome wonderful spirits.
I still am amazed at the other women and Mothers around me who do what they do and can be the fabulous mothers that they are. They inspire me to be better, and more patient, long suffering, serve my kids more, and be a good mom. I want to thank every mother who has ever had a part in my life and made me a better mom. I owe you big time!
I have amazing Sister and sister in laws, friends, aunts, grandmothers, and of course a mother in law and mother who have helped to shape me. My Mother in law is amazing. She is kind, gentle, understanding, soft spoken, sweet, has a voice like an angel, raised 4 incredible boys, and is wonderful.
And the most important person of this post... My mother!
She is the kindest person I know, she is funny, and always giving, always there for a hug or to listen, You can count on her for a joke, a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, she is kind, soft hearted, empathetic, and super silly, motivating, charitable, a peacemaker, and one of the greatest spirits I have ever known. I am sure that I am the luckiest girl and daughter in the whole entire world. MOM, I love you and thank you for everything you are!
Happy Mothers Day to the women in my life!!