I know I’m late on this, but I thought I would have time to write a long post about motherhood and my first Mother’s Day. Since that just hasn’t happened, I’ll go with the short version.
We had Nicole’s crew and my parents over on Friday night to celebrate Mother’s Day. I am so blessed to have these women in my life!
If you know my mom, then you already know what an amazing woman and mother she is. I truly can’t imagine growing up with a more perfect example. She is kind, loving, gentle, faithful–she has all the fruit of the spirit overflowing from her life. She also knew how to discipline us when we were wrong, and she did not hesitate to do so. Because of this, we always knew the difference between right and wrong. The worst part about being disciplined was just knowing that I had disappointed her, because I knew she loved me more than anyone in the world. In fact, I know that my mom and dad’s unconditional love for me was the most influential factor in my faith in God. They always showed me that kind of love no matter how badly I messed up, so it made it easier to believe that God could love and forgive me that same way.
Last Mother’s Day, we shared the news of our pregnancy with my mom. The news happened to coincide with my brother and sister-in-law’s trip to Texas, so the whole family was going to be there. My sister had known for several days, and I told my brother before they arrived, so we were all in on the surprise. It was so hard to not tell, because I knew she would probably be more thrilled than anyone (but Nicole was pretty excited!). I had written a little poem in a card that we all signed, so with tear-filled eyes, she looked around the room and asked who was pregnant. The poem directed her to one of the bedrooms where the other grand-kids play, so we walked back there with her. I had put my old Cabbage Patch doll on the bed to reveal that it was us. I remember Harper asking if she would remember that toy and know what it meant; I assured him that she would know. And she did. There were lots of tears and much celebrating.
Luckily, I have the whole thing on video, but to share that would mean I would have to do a add a widgit or plugin or something, and I just don’t have time.
If Tice ever looks at me and sees even half the woman and mother that I see in my mom, we’ll do just fine.
I love you, Mom!