We were a half hour late to church and missed the Sacrament, but once we were there I started calming down and feeling the spirit of the day, thankfully. I suppose if Mother's Day hadn't been on a Sunday, that wouldn't have been possible, so for that I am especially thankful.
Bria wrote me a lovely laminated poem:
The important thing about you is that you care for me and you love me. You are the best mom ever. You are beautiful. You are always there for me. You plant pretty tulips and crocuses, you have good ideas, you love poodles, your voice sounds like a joyful bird, and when I am sick you help me feel better. But the important thing about you, Mom, is that you care for me and you love me.
Chloe wrote me a song:
Oh, you're the bestest Mom! There's no comparison!
You tuck me in at night, you wake me up.
Oh, Mom, you're the bestest mom!
You make me lunch, you make me dinner.
That's why you're a winner!
You wipe my tears away when I'm feeling sadly (blow nose)
I love you.
She sings it to a tune she learned in music class, and I love it.
Sophia has learned how to write MOM. I feel so special that the only thing she can spell independently besides her own name is mine. She's made me countless pictures these last few days that say MOMSOPHIA on them, and I love them.
The kids all cleaned the house while I was at opera rehearsal after church, and the spirit in our home has done an about face since this morning. And even though the laundry is still completely out of my control, I am happy.
And I have wonderful children, despite my imperfections at mothering them.
Happy Mother's Day!