Mother's Day

It was with mixed emotions that I greeted the day called Mother's Day. The jaded side of me hates going to church and listening to all the talks about how so and so's mother always made breadfast and baked bread and looked beautiful and climbed mt. everest all at the same time. Okay, I'm exaggerating but you know what I mean. Something in me always seems to feel inadequate during those talks. There was just such a talk today but I survived. The tender part of my heart aches for the children I don't yet have. But, I am so grateful for the one I do have. Cedar is such a fun kid. He is sweet and crazy and endlessly entertaining. He has taught me so much about love and life. He even bravely marched to the front of the chapel and sang 3 mother's day songs with the primary without me standing next to him (this was a first). I beamed with cheesy mommy-like pride. Even in the hardest mommy-moments it is worth it. Cedar has brought me greater joy than I knew was possible. It makes those moments when I think I might just sell him bearable. I am grateful for my own mother who taught me to be strong and creative. I am grateful for the mother who raised my husband and taught him to be gentle and good. I look forward with hope (and a lot of faith) to the day when another child will join our little family.