I love being a Mom and I loved celebrating a grand Mother’s Day yesterday. It was the best ever. Brian snapped this low quality photo on his phone yesterday, but I loved it anyways….simply because I love these kids.
Elizabeth had picked me fresh lilacs that are in bloom right now, made me dinner and plenty of homemade cards and gifts.
Elizabeth, Brian and Noah had orchestrated a little stop at Pandora the day before and they each purchased me a new charm representing their respective lives to be remembered by on my bracelet.
Elizabeth Teddy Bear
I loved everything about this small gifts that remind me of each of them. My own mother had a ring with each birthstone on it and week after week I would beg her to wear it on the pew during sacrament meeting. Now my own Elizabeth begs me to wear my Pandora bracelet. This week she turned over and said “Mommy, I really need one of these soon.”
Hillary “facetimed” on the phone from China. We talked for a long time and she sent me these fabulous photos with a Mother’s Day thought. I loved it! Simple and complete.
Hillary spent Sunday at a youth singles conference in Gongzhou, China where an area authority, Elder Gong and Elder Hong came and spoke with them. With such a small group of members in a communist city, there was a lot of interaction with the speaker. She said it was an uplifting, fulfilling experience.
We then had a huge Sunday Dinner where I fed my other son’s, the full time missionaries from our church who are living in New Hampshire for two years. They can only talk to their mother’s on Christmas and Mother’s day so they stay focused on the work. They were anxious to give them a call after our dinner date.
We spent the afternoon talking about great Mother’s in the scriptures and Mother’s on earth for our family night.
What blessings the missionaries bring into our lives. We have been feeding them our whole married life and again, learned that from my own mother, who fed and did their laundry while I was growing up.
Both Brian and I later went onto serve a mission and perhaps it was a result of the seeds of mothering.
I was able to talk to my own Mother. This week, the most important person in her life died, her Aunt, who raised her in her mid teens. My great-Aunt Donna was an amazing role model who only had one child and took in my mother during her mid teen years when money was tight for my mother’s poverty stricken family.
The reminder that many people are mothers even when they don’t bear the children is an awesome story.
I love nothing more than being a mother it has been the soul purpose for why I came to earth. Through the thick and thin of it, I am fulfilling my destiny.