Mother's Day

It will soon be Mother's Day.  I've come to accept Mother's Day, accept it for what it really is.  It's a day of good intentions.  I've never really had a great Mother's Day, mainly I think, because I have too high of expectations for what the day should be.  Imagine with me....   Mother's Day, the house is miraculously clean, laundry washed, dried, folded and put away, dinner planned and cooked, children quiet, respectful of each other, loving.  I get to sleep in and when I just open my eyes, breakfast magically appears.  (The key here being it is a breakfast I would actually eat also.)  Church has been cut down to only one hour, or even better, the men take over all the classes and the women just get to go and have their Relief Society lesson without any other responsibility.  I come home from church and the kids, again quietly, wash the dinner dishes, get ready for the next day, and go to bed.  What a day!  Now do you see why I never really have a great Mother's Day?  It's all a pipe dream!  House clean!  Dinner cooked!  Children quiet!  Bah humbug!  It's just not going to be that way.  Instead, I have my ten year old waking me up at the crack of dawn with a "great" breakfast of french toast (which has to be cooked just right for me), scrambled eggs (which I don't like and really don't like with syrup on them), and some kind of juice which is about the only thing I really like.  Then there is the inevitable nipping at each other about who gets the shower now, and how long does it take to do your hair, and I need the mirror to put on my makeup... You know, the rush of getting ready for church.  In the mean time, I'm scrambling to finish getting dinner put together so that we have something other then the meat that Terry is cooking in the dutch oven that day, and corn out of the can.  I always get some beautiful craft project that the kids have made in school, which I will cherish until I can put it in their keepsake box.  I will go to church and they will give me a geranium, which I will procrastinate in planting in a pot and it will die.  All with good intentions.  But this is what I do know about Mother's Day and being a mother.  I know that someday, my children will understand all that I did for them.  My oldest son, Tyson, already has that understanding.  He wrote me the most beautiful letter while he was on his mission, thanking me for being his mom.  It is the letter every mother waits for and wants.  He finally got it.  My daughter, Lilly, recently wrote me a little note, telling me thanks for always trying to teach her "life lessons", even though she isn't always appreciative at the time.  I think AJ gets it to although he's never said much, but he doesn't fight me on too much stuff, so I think he realizes.  I still have three to go though.  I know that I love to be a stay-at-home mom, and I'm ever so grateful to a supportive husband, who is willing to go without some things so that I don't have to work outside of my home.  I know that I will never have anything in my life so fulfilling as being the mother of six children of my Heavenly Father's.  So bring it on!  Mother's Day, take your best shot!  I've got wait it takes!  I'm a mother!!  And you just can't keep us down!

Comments

[tina]

Yes, why is it that Mother's Day is about mothers, but it doesn't seem that way? I would like to join your pipe dream for just a moment - sounds nice!