Mother's Day

Being a mom sure is hard. Like when Peter had to leave Sacrament Meeting early because he forgot something at home and had to teach Sunday School, and then the kids all forgot how to sit still and started laying all over the bench and asking if they could go get a drink every 5 minutes. 

That actually wasn't too bad. I've had WAY worse. But I won't talk about those times today. It's Mother's Day! Today, I am just grateful for these four (wow, four!) littles who follow me around and call my name all day long. Sure, they leave their socks on the floor. But they also leave dozens of creative drawings around too. They sneak into the fruit snacks, but they are always willing to grab a snack and bring it to me when I ask. They are LOUD kids. But without their noise, we'd rarely hear singing around the house, even if it is three kids singing three different songs all at once. 

So even though it's hard, it's what I chose and continue to choose. I choose to be a momma. It's not very glamorous. I am definitely not the best one. I struggle at it. But I try, day in and day out, and hopefully with motherhood, the effort really counts and Heavenly Father fills in the cracks. 

I've got a lot to live up to. For one, I'm not a good enough seamstress to sew us all matching clothes. But seriously, my mom just happens to be the best mom ever. In order to be the mom she is, I'd have to BE HER, which is impossible. But I do find myself doing and saying things she would, and I think, "I'm turning into my mother!" And I can only hope that's true. 

 I will always be grateful to my mother-in-law, for raising the stud muffin in orange pants. He is supportive and helps me as I try and figure out this motherhood thing.