Homemade cards are the best!
My missionary called and played a primary song for me.
Church was lovely, the children quarreled and fought on our pew until at one point 3 were crying at the same time and one whispered, “I hate you” to me as another belly slithered under the bench to escape the meeting. Just keeping it real, here! I know they love me and that that’s just life in a big family. After church a friend commented on how she watched my child rub my back during the meeting and felt envious because her children would never dream of doing such a thing. I felt compelled to let her know that this was the same child who said they hated me in the same hour. A febrile Mother’s Day reminder that comparison will never lead to feeling great and you never see the full picture.
Our home is loud and chaotic and one thing I can honestly say is I do my best. I think Quincy hit the nail on the head with her talk. We are not designed to do life perfectly. We are designed to try. Fail. Grow. Try again.
I have an intense job that I love tremendously thanks to everything I get to learn from these fine humans. I think they’re great and they teach me so much.
I requested Mother’s Day performances in exchange for dessert. Soren hand made me a card with thoughtful notes. He asked “does mine win since I did not rely on AI for my gift?”
Absolutely it does.
I enjoyed the chat gpt assisted performances as well.
Quincy had a rap “Meg From the Block” about my thug life in the hood (the tough streets of primrose lane), dealing with POA complaints and keeping the lost boys stocked with popsicles.
Corbin’s was a poem where every line was infused with brain rot gen alpha lingo. “Chat, am I cooked?”
The little girls did a dance to John legend, and then all three littles did a lip sync to Goodpain by Yoke Lore.
Kasey and Jimmie’s joined us for ribs at my parents house. Everyone took a minute to tell Grammie what we love about her. I brought her flowers earlier this week. They are bright yellow tulips and are so cheerful. I love my
Mom and I’m thankful she is here with me.
Quincy spoke in church (see another post for her talk—or at least a draft she sent me right before church.) she did a nice job. She is a charismatic person with an engaging personality, it is odd to me to see her so rigid and not-candid up on the stand.
The primary children sang. Q was still kind of manic after holding her stress together all weekend and asked if she and I could stay after and attend Relief Society meeting in Metfield Ward so she could help Sue Grover with the tech things and a slide show. It was sweet that she was able to do that. I admire the way she steps in and gives of herself even when she feels stretched thin. It was nice to sit with Gracie and Brightyn and Kasey, and to welcome SJ home from India, get a Sunday hug from the Matthews family. Corbin stayed and went to Priest Quorum with the boys there.
I enjoyed a nice driveway sit in the sun after church and read Mother’s Day messages from “my” extra kids who live far away right now. I love hearing from Cadence C, Elder Johnson, Logan N, and a Mother’s Day call from Ryan.
Quincy’s friend Sarah spoke about having a mother heart today and I believe this is so real. A mother heart is the heart that oozes out empathetic, compassionate, unconditional, gigantic love for others. Mother hearts are for the children who are not my own but I will forever call mine. My missionary kids, my neighbor kids, my orchestra kids, my Primary and Sunday School kids and my preschool kids who are all growing up to be wonderful young adults. I love them all with the biggest and best mother love.
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