Mothers Day...

I woke up this morning, and almost forgot it was Mothers Day. No Cherrios in bed, no cold eggs and burnt toast or fighting in the kitchen. Just quiet, a sweet kiss from Jim and my memories.

I loved being a mother. I loved the babies..that first cry. So unmistakable. I still hear a cry in the grocery store....and think to myself, "that's a new one"! Then I think, "that mother must be tired". I loved the 2:00 A.M. feedings, when I got the babies all to myself. To cuddle, sing and tell Heavenly Father how grateful I was for them. Just my alone time with them is a precious memory.

I loved toddlers, preschoolers and all the wonderful time we had exploring the world. I remember running cucumber boats down the Ogden river, finding dead fish and explaining why things die, seeing the world through the eyes of a two or three year old is a special privilege.

Elementary School, thought I'd be so glad to be done with it. Kind of like potty training and chicken pox. But now it's only memories. Good teachers, teachers that tried my patience, playground accidents like Blake breaking both arms on April fools day, and playground trouble, like Isaac letting the air out of all the bikes on the bike rack. Home work, spelling words, and mulipication facts. Smart kids and ice-cream after teacher conferences.

Scrapes, tonsils, back braces, orthodontist bill, new shoes every week, 12 passenger van, marathon grocery shopping, never ending dirty clothes and dishes, sweet notes under my pillow, sticky kisses and amazing madness every single day. Never knowing what was around the corner.

Whew! Before I knew it I had a house full of teenagers! I enjoyed them as well, I loved their friends, their accomplishments, their desire for Independence, bad driving, and never ending hunger. But most of all I loved it that they made me laugh! Our home was always very funny for some reason or other. I still laugh at the antics that my darling teenagers pulled!

And before I knew it they were grown...with children of their own. My grandchildren! What angels from heaven they are. And you don't want to get me started on how wonderful they are. So tonight as I pray..I will thank Heavenly Father for the blessing that I have had to be a mother. I did my best, and have been richly rewarded.