May 18, 2017

RECAP: The day before Mother's Day, Stefan took me to buy everything we needed to plant flowers! We stopped at three stores before we found exactly what we wanted, and Peter was not cooperating in the least so the whole outing was a real labor of love - and I loved it.

On Sunday morning Stefan made me cinnamon toast - 9:00AM church with a one year old isn't an ideal set up for an extravagant breakfast, plus let's be honest I love cinnamon toast - and after church he made me a smoothie and a bagel for lunch. #Sundaytradition We went for a family walk and played outside, and then Stefan and I planted the flowers while Peter napped. All day I ate a million of my favorite treats and later that night we sat outside and read our books and the whole day was exactly what I asked for. Also, I got my hair cut on Saturday afternoon and then didn't wash it on Sunday so it still smelled like the salon products all day and that was my best Mother's Day hack yet. 

FEELINGS: Last year I wrote about what it meant for me to be a brand new mom. Life - and my role as a mama - has changed a lot in one year, so I want to write what it means for me to be Peter's mom right now. It means my heart bursts every time his little voice says "maMA." It means I feel proud when he uses his baby signs to communicate with me. It means I get to wrestle him into his high chair, his car seat, his stroller, his diapers, his clothes.. and he is strong. It means I have to keep doors locked because if I don't he can open them quickly and quietly. It means I spend a lot of time looking at all the rocks and pinecones and sticks he wants to show me. It means I am struggling to keep us all happy and sane during church each week. It means I love any chance I get to go somewhere alone, and it means I hate going anywhere without him because he gets so sad when I do. It means I say, "you're so cute I want to eat you!" a dozen times every day. It means I get to watch his little brain work and grow and learn, and literally be amazed at how fast it's all happening. It means I am constantly thinking of ways I can trick his wiggly little body into slowing down and snuggling me. It means I am slowly introducing him to my favorite shows and characters and he is catching on quickly. It means every day I am so torn between gushing over how little or how big he is. Really what it all means in the end is I am hands down the luckiest, happiest person I know.

These days it feels like I constantly have thoughts about motherhood and womanhood circling through my head. But somehow, for how much I think about it all, it's awfully hard to put into words what it means to me. Here are a couple bits and pieces that I hope convey how I feel.

Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity.

The errand of angels is given to women;
And this is a gift that, as sisters, we claim:
To do whatsoever is gentle and human,
To cheer and to bless in humanity's name.
How vast is our purpose, how broad is our mission,
If we but fulfill it in spirit and deed.
Oh, naught but the Spirit's divinest tuition
Can give us the wisdom to truly succeed.

I hope I can be all those things and do all those things because I'm pretty sure if I can, I'll be an okay mom. And if you read all that and thought to yourself, "that's so Mormon" - well, I am, so there's that.

1 comment :

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This says so much of how I also feel, as a mother and now a grandmother. I still gush a little over our children and a lot over our cute grandchildren. I was emotional as I watched our two grown girls in the musical. I just love being a mom! And seeing our children now, I think we did alright.
You are an awesome mom, and Peter is a very lucky boy!

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