Mother's Day

This Mother's Day started out great. I wish I could keep going with that tone, but unfortunately things took a turn for the worst. All I wanted was a cute picture with my kids!!! Is that too much to ask?? The answer is yes! I told Drew we can never do this again. We can tell right off the bat when we start taking pictures if it's going to work out or not. We need to throw in the towel a lot sooner if they are not cooperating at the beginning. We went to have this little photo shoot right before church and then all of us were really cranky by the time we got to church.

The kids were so wiggly and loud and we were sitting behind an adorable little family with three little adorable kids that all sat like angels through the whole meeting. Seriously. As I scanned the room I determined our children were the loudest and wiggliest. I was trying with all my might to distract them and help them be happy and reverent just like I do every week. Drew had to take Ezra out because he was being so loud, and then Darcy whined on and on because she wanted to go out too. So then I had to take her out for a time out. Then when sacrament meeting was finally over Darcy proceeded to have another melt down (like she does every single week) because she didn't want to go to her class. I have no idea what the speakers were talked about, and I was reminded once again that I have no idea what I'm doing. I could not stop those dang tears from coming, and I gave up. We left. We went home, changed our clothes and headed to Mattawa to try to salvage our day.

The kids both fell asleep on the way there which helped us all. We ate lots of yummy food and talked a lot about how to help our kids be good in church, and our day ended happily. I guess this Mother's Day was just a reminder that motherhood is a roller coaster.

Sometimes I think that motherhood is a much harder test for me than for some, but when I have a minute to reflect I can see pretty clearly how much I have learned and how much I have grown from the experience. My kids are my greatest blessings. I am grateful to be a mother.

(I almost forgot to mention my favorite part of this day! Darcy went up and sang with the primary for the first time. They sang a really beautiful medley of "I am a Child of God" and "I Believe in Christ." She didn't even hesitate (so not like her) and she marched right up there and sang her little heart out. I loved it!)

Hey, how is this picture this good? I swear they were all terrible! :) Oh hindsight.

P.S. I need to mention that I had three different women reach out to me that night or the next day because they had seen those dang tears in my eyes. THREE! I thought that was a lot. Oh so sweet!