Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Reflections: A Mother’s Heart
Holding my sweet daughter tonight, I once again felt the sacred love that a mother has for her child. As she lay in my arms I felt that I would willingly give all, do all to help her succeed in this life and truly thrive. How I do love her! I found myself singing “You are my Sunshine” and crying on the last stanza. “Please don’t take my sunshine away.” It’s amazing how someone who wasn’t even a twinkle in my eye a few years ago now owns a great piece of my heart. How grateful I am to a loving Heavenly Father who placed the seeds of love in a girls’ heart long ago that are now manifesting themselves in my children. What a wonderful, sacred thing to be a mother!
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5 comments:
what a nice post! being a mom is great. i really do enjoy it (most days:))
I loved reading your post. It sure does put everything into perspective. Being a mother is the most rewarding and challenging experience all at the same time.
How fun!! I'm so glad you left a comment on our blog. I didn't realize you had one. The kids are ADORABLE. Oh my heck, how they've grown. Are you guys coming out to Utah any time soon?
I was just thinking the other night that we haven't played mexican train dominoes forever. I sure miss those times with you guys!!
Charity! I found you! What a sweet post. Motherhood is amazing isn't it? Just FYI, we had a lesson on reverence in FHE tonight where after the lesson, Wyck came up with a game where we tried to fold our arms for two minutes with out moving them; close our eyes for two minutes without opening them; fold our arms and close our eyes and DON'T MOVE for two minutes, etc. He rewarded those who did it with gumdrops after each round. Ryan didn't sit still the first round, was closer on the second, and was PERFECTLY REVERENT on the last three!!!! Yeah!!!!!! He's making progress and I'm so grateful for your patience with him this year. You've been amazing!
I too sing that song to my boys and find myself choking back tears at the last stanza. Funny how little things can remind how special they are, especially at the end of a challenging day.
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