I hope that you all had a wonderful Mother’s Day.
We had a lovely low key day. I was served breakfast in bed, a delicious jelly doughnut. I got to take a leisurely bubble bath. My sweet Husband made a delicious dinner on my brand new grill.
I am horrible at taking pictures on holidays! Usually I go to bed realizing I didn’t take a single picture. This year I told Dan that I really wanted pictures with the boys, so we could both try and remember to do it. We waited until after dinner, which was a mistake. The were both crazy and tired. They may not be perfect but we are in pictures so that is what counts, right?
Yes, that really is the best picture we got of the 3 of us!
It really is an honor and a blessing to be the Mother of these 2 amazing boys.
Most days are long and hard, and I often feel under appreciated. But in the end what I receive from them far outweighs the hard times. I often remind myself that I am not just raising little boys, I am raising little boys who will become men. I want to raise strong, loving, helpful, wonderful men. As Dan reminded me yesterday, I am the most important person in all 3 of their lives. I want to be a Mother and wife who teaches by example. I want to show them how to love unconditionally. I want to show them how to teach with patience. I want to teach them that most lessons are learned in the doing and experiencing things, not necessarily in finishing first.
Sometimes there is a lot of pressure to be the best Mom ever. To have the cutest decorated Birthday Party. To have your meals planned out a month in advance. To never lose your temper or feel defeated. I know that I will never be that kind of Mom. I make mistakes, lots of mistakes. I want to be a better Mom than I was yesterday, and that is enough for me. But more important than Birthday parties, folded laundry, meal planning, play dates and vacuumed floors I want my boys to know I love them. I want them to know that they are loved and know how to show love in return. If I get that right I have no problem with the laundry and dishes falling to the side. Because lets be honest, they aren’t going to remember or even care that when they were growing up there was always a basket of laundry to be folded. They will remember if they felt they were loved or not.
