10 hours ago
Sunday, May 12, 2013
I have had a million thoughts on mothers today and in my tired fog and desire to reunite with my pillow as soon as possible, I won't be able to sort them all out and record them. I want to at least write one of them down before I sleep. I'll sleep better if I do.
I was at church today and a woman shared a funny story about her husband at the beginning of her talk. It was meant to be an ice breaker, but of course I end up in tears.
She recounted the following. Her husband was about five years old and super angry with his mom. He doesn't remember why, but he remembers being so mad at her. He slammed the door of his bedroom, so she would know just how mad he was and then he sat down to write her a letter. He started it and then immediately realized he would need his mom's help. He opened up his door and in an angry voice, yelled down the the hall, "Mom, how do you spell hate?"
It made me laugh and it made me cry. I know there will be moments in my life like this. I never fully appreciated the sacrifice my mother made for me until I became a mother and I'm sure my children will be equally obtuse.
The idea of rebelling, railing, screaming, fighting and "hating" the very person that is holding you up and helping you in every way, made me feel close to my Heavenly Father and realize just how much like children we must seem to him, since we do the very same thing to him. I love being a mother. I love it for the everyday joys of innocent smiles and also for the deep profound gratitude, closeness and understanding of my Heavenly Father it has brought me. I truly wonder if there is anything that can bring you closer to the Creator than being a mother.
I know I am in the phase where a lot of things I say about being a mom are complaints and while I stand by the statement that motherhood is 100 times harder than you think it will be, I also know that it is 1000 times better than you can ever imagine.
I hope everyone had a Happy Mother's Day... especially my mom Iris Lillie Fields... she's so wonderful that God named flowers after her.
Posted by The Bears at 11:48 PM