Love Being Mom

I love being a mom.  I really do.  I know I'm not great at it, but I do ok.  There are times when I surprise myself and feel like, wow, I handled that really well!  But a majority of the time I'm reminding myself how to do it better...how I should have done it...how I ought to do it next time.  I often fall short of my ideal.  And I am in awe that I've been entrusted with such pure, amazing little people.  I am so grateful and humbled that I have the honor of raising such wonderful children.  And hopefully, hopefully, I don't fail them.  And I'm grateful I had a mother who was such a great example to me of how to lead, teach, and nurture my children so that they can truly feel how much I love them.  Do I do it right all the time?  No.  But I have a good model I try to follow.  Thanks Mom.

This weekend has been a mother's dream!  Friday I attended a Mommy & Me Tea in Callie's class.  There was a great little program and yes, tears came to my eyes as she sang her little song and looked right at me when she bellowed out "I looooove you."  She's not much into performance in the typical way...she gets very shy and doesn't like to be looked at, gets embarrassed...but there's a smile she tries to hide.  She's too cool, already.  And I love her.

Saturday was Birth Mother's Day and Micah and I spent it with Lindsey.  Words can't adequately express my deep love for her and it was great to spend our Saturday together.  

Me and Lindsey

Lindsey, Me, Cindy
Ready to go out for breakfast/lunch to celebrate each other

Lindsey and Micah

And then today, Mother's Day.  I was greeted with breakfast in bed...Cheerios and banana.  A wonderful day at church.  An afternoon with a long phone call with my mom...a back scratch from Callie served with cut up apples and peanut butter and her adorable toothless smile...and dinner with Grammy.  

Me, Peggy, Granny, Annie, Megan

All in all, it was a great Mother's Day.  And though I do fall short too often, wow, I love being Mom.