Living to Learn

I hate to be called mother. It gives me the same feeling that I try to convey when I call my kid’s by their whole name. Mother implies authority to me. Mom implies more of what I want to be. Strong, creative, fun, loving, compassionate, and encouraging. All the things my mom can be. My husband is gone traveling for work this week, so I usually sleep on the couch with a movie. At 2am, my 17 year old daughter came downstairs, woke me up, and asked if we could sleep together in my bed. I went up with her, and had a great night’s rest. Those moments are rare and far-between, but what being mom is all about. And now, as I catch up my blog, my other 5 are frantic at work with Mom’s Day plans… crepes with strawberries, handmade cards and poems, painted rocks, and my best flowers plucked in glass jar vases. I love this day! Happy Mom’s Day to every woman out there who puts her kid’s first, goes without to often, and eats the burnt toast. They will rise up and call you blessed. God will reward your sacrifice in His time. Blessing and love! (Love and miss you, mom, and wish we were together today… but see you soon!)