Lucky

I am a very lucky woman.  I have a husband who works so very hard at work, in his church calling, and at being a great father.  He also does love me very much and helps me clean the house, do the shopping, bathe the children and occasionally spoil me gits and flowers for special occasions.  I have no idea how much this beautiful bouquet was that he brought home for me, and as much as I love my husband, they cannot compare in value to the other Mother's Day gifts I was given.  

I am sure that I am not alone in this.  These handmade gifts and love notes that my children are giving me now each and every May mean so much to me.  I know that I am not a perfect mom in any sense.  I daily see things that I need to improve on.  And daily, again, I have to stop myself and ask, what would my own dear mother do in this situation? How on earth did she do this, and raise such good (ha-ha) kids? And that might sound arrogant, but I really do believe that I have the best and most wonderful siblings in the world.  I often ponder at what she did exactly for it to be so, and honestly, I still have not found a clear answer.  I am sure that it has to with her personality, love, and a Christ-centered home.  In the meantime, when I am around my mother and watch her interact with my children, I try to learn from her gentleness, kindness and humor, and try to remember that when she isn't there.  Again, I know I fall short, but I am trying to do better.

I know it is really cliche, but being a mother has indeed been the most challenging thing that I have ever done in my 31 years of life.  It also has been the most rewarding thing that I have ever done, and Mother's Day is one of those sweet rewards.  I am blessed to be in a house surrounded by those I love and who love me back and for that, I feel lucky.