Mother's Day

Monday, May 10, 2010

This past Saturday was one of those days that don’t hold a lot of significance in the grand scheme of things but one that truly defines the fabric of who you are as a person. The morning started with a 6 a.m. wake up call up and out of bed…why so early on a Saturday morning when by all accounts I could be sleeping in. Garage Sales…that is right it is the season for finding deals with fun and family. B and I piled into our car to pick up Becki and Mom for a morning jam-packed with deals. We found several items for the baby including a new bouncy seat that sales in the store for $37…try $10 at a Garage Sale. To be honest I love scoring a good deal but the better part of the morning is being with B, Becki and Mom…we laugh we gossip and we contemplate throwing the donuts we are eating and soda’s we are chugging at all the joggers we pass. After all, how dare they make us feel bad about ourselves with their “I’m up at 7 a.m. training for a marathon” attitudes?

The rest of the day was spent outdoors exhausting myself in what I love best. Working in my yard. I mowed and trimmed the lawn…nothing can make a yard look better than a freshly mown lawn. Several times I’m disappointed in how my yard isn’t coming along as quickly as I thought it should then I mow the lawn and it almost seems like I have taken 3 giant steps into the future and I am able to see what my yard can become. B was planting the garden while I mowed…tomatoes, cucumbers, bell peppers, beans, zucchini, onions, broccoli, radishes and carrots. That is right all that in our new raised beds. We are proud farmers at heart. I worked until 7:30 non-stop planting flowers and turning beds until I couldn’t do it anymore out of pure exhaustion. These are the days that truly reflect who I am as a person and the desires of my heart.

Sunday was Mother’s Day! B and I were laughing about how different this year is from last year. Last year I went to church with her as purely a friend and she was having a really hard time because she didn’t see any chance of her becoming a mother in the near future and no relationship prospects. Little did she or I know that one year from that day she would be married to me of all people and that she would be a mother to be with the little ‘sesame’ growing inside of her. I am so truly blessed to have the mom that I do. So often in life I think we are trying to be seen. We want people to see us for who we are but more importantly for who we hope we can be but are to afraid to open our own eyes and see ourselves as we are. My mom is one of the few people who saw me and continues to see right through the walls, the fake smiles and false answers to the real me. She was blessed with an uncanny ability to know me more than I knew myself allowing me to grow and slowly break down the misconceptions about myself in the safety of her love. I am so blessed to have the mom that I do. She is a best friend, confidant, counselor, guide, wrestling partner, comedian, and moral compass. She is my mom! I can never express my gratitude to my Heavenly Father for knowing me enough to send me to her home. Happy Mothers Day Mom!