Mother's Day...
A wonderful day to be remembered for the every day tasks that we do...without any accolades. My kids are pretty good about saying thanks when I bake brownies, cookies, apple cherry pies, chicken pasta dishes or, their fave: tacos and chocolate chip pancakes. But do they remember to say thanks for the prayers that go up every day on their behalf? The times in the late night hours, when I have to give them back to Jesus, because they are causing me to lose sleep. I worry...yep, I do. Not that often, do they even KNOW that they are so close to my heart, I can feel what they are feeling and have been there? often times, I want to rescue them from the pain they are going through. But can we as parents do that? Nope...we can only sit back and watch...praying that God will use these moments to be mile markers of growth maturity and most of all Godly character!

On another note: Would it hurt for you to hang up your wet towels and put you're dirty clothes in the hamper? Aww...the art of mothering! My mind gently rushes back to a day, 12 years ago, when my mom was still alive and I was greatly pregnant with my precious little Victoria. Oh how I wanted a little girl! iwas soooo excited. I remember sitting at the piano at church, playing for the hymn...back then, that's what we sang every Sunday. My stomach went completely hard and I felt like I was going to faint from the horrific pain shooting through me. Oh my goodness, I barely made it home. Contractions...all day, and then they stopped long enough for me to get a good night's sleep. (She's still thoughtful like that.) It was mother's day. I spent the whole day gladly cleaning and ironing andything that wasn't nailed down as to prepare for her arrival. The contractions were intense! Sure enough, Monday afternoon..my little one arrived in all her glory. I will never forget her sweet cry of discomfort when she came. They layed her on my chest and I spoke gently to her. She stopped crying and lifted her wet little blonde, curly head up to my face. It was the most wonderful experience in my entire life. All the pain, past and present cannot even hold a candle to that moment of motherhood.

When I feel overwhelmed, I sometimes think back to that precious moment, trying desperately to remember that "feeling" again. But, life is NOT about feeling...it's about living and dancing the dance. Praise God for the children He has given to us. They keep us humble, young and ancient all at the same time. So, I guess all these life expereinces help us ALL to grow up. Mother's Day...

Every day is Mother's day! That's what my mom used to say. she raised seven kids that were, I'm sure, hardly ever thankful for her sacrifices. I'm sure heaven is awsome, but I really do miss my mom!




PS: Happy Birthday Beanies!