Mother's Day

I know that a lot of mothers out there really don't care for Mother's Day.

I know that they feel like they just don't measure up to that fictional perfect mother.

I, however, love Mother's Day.

I love the pomp, the circumstance and the praise.

I love that I don't do the dishes on Mother's Day.

I love the fact that my children adore me for at least one minute that day.

I love the chocolate that they hand out in church.

I love listening to the Primary children sing to their mothers.

I love receiving gifts of all sorts. This year I received a kindle, the Best Bites cookbook, and glitter toenails.

What more could I possibly want than reading while eating good food and having beautiful toenails?

Not much.

On Sunday I realized that I had four generations of people sitting at my table eating dinner.

My mother was there, I was there, my daughter was there, and her son was there.

Four beautiful generations of people.

And then the best part of the day...

Court called home from Washington.

I got to talk to my missionary son.


It is a true pleasure and a blessing to talk to your missionary and see how they have grown and changed and matured.

I thank God for my mother who taught me so many valuable character traits and life lessons.

I thank Him for my children who made me a mother and taught me humility and the need to rely on a higher power.


Hopefully I have passed something of value on to them.

And I thank Him for grandchildren. New life. Seeing things through new eyes. New teeth. Tiny arms reaching out for grammy. And seeing my daughter be a mother to the most adorable child ever.