Mother's Day

Being called "Mommy" is the very best name I could ever be called.  There are no words to describe the amazing-ness that is being a mother. 

I have to admit, this job is much more difficult than I ever imagined...especially lately!  We're getting quite a taste of the "terrible twos" and oh, my.  That's kind of all I can say.  Oh, my.  To add to that D is getting all four of his eye-teeth which have caused more hours of crying and fit throwing than two heart caths and two heart surgeries combined.  No kidding! 

Despite one rotten little man today, we had a great Mother's Day.  We had lunch with Justin's family and dinner with mine.  I was greeted with pretty pink roses this morning and D running in the living room telling me, "Mommy, Moffer's Day!"  Before he went to bed tonight he said, "I love Moffer's Day."  (Although he was prompted with, "I love you. Happy Mother's Day."  Sweet either way.   

It's those sweet little moments that erase all of the stress from the day.  The gift of being a mother is the very best gift that a woman could ever receive.  I wouldn't trade one single minute of it...no matter what. 

Another heart mom, Stephanie Husted, is an amazing poet.  I came across this poem the other day and asked her if I could share it here.  Everything she writes touches me so deeply.  It's like she takes my thoughts and puts them into perfect, beautiful words.  Amazing.

This is for the Mothers...
(Each mother that I've known)
Whose greatest hope was someday,
To have children of her own.
For the ones who proudly rocked their dolls,
And kissed them each goodnight,
This is for the Mothers...
Who were told..."Something's not right".
This is for the mother...
Who when faced with such a trial,
Sits beside her child's bed,
Just praying all the while,
For moms who learned of patience,
In a way that no one should,
For the mothers who know sometimes,
Life is anything but good.
When dreams of all the "oohs" and "ahhs",
As doting friends arrive,
Become instead...a battle,
To help their child thrive.
This is for the mothers...
Who refuse to face defeat,
Who become their child's advocate,
Who teach their child to eat.
 Appointments fill their busy lives,
It's time to go again,
With feeding pumps, and specialists,
 A tank of oxygen.
As people stop...to take a look,
Just wondering...what's wrong?
I've seen that look, a hundred times,
"You must be very strong".
The oohs and ahhs...don't matter,
 Now life seems much more clear,
I'm lucky I'm his mother,
I'm blessed that he's still here.
This is for the mother....
Whose shaking hands release,
The child that she loves so much,
(And then she prays for peace)
"We will take good care of him"
The nurse says carefully,
This mother's thoughts are simple,
"Lord bring him back to me."
His life no longer in her hands,
She wonders what's in store,
This is for the mothers....
Who has walked this road before.
This is for the mother....
Whose worst fear comes to light,
"Were still not certain what went wrong...."
"We'll watch her through the night."
For mothers who sit powerless,
Praying...please let her survive,
For mothers who must go on somehow,
When their miracle doesn't arrive.
As some wake up on Mothers day...
To kisses, cards and laughs,
Others have just memories,
and well worn photographs.
This is for the Mothers....
Who knows that it's a treasure,
To have a child...love a child,
Their is no greater pleasure.
For runny eggs and blackened toast,
Arranged upon a tray,
With a bunch of wilted dandelions,
"Mom does it taste okay?"
 For every busy restaurant,
And every crowded mall,
The words...."I love you mama" are...
The greatest gift of all.

~Stephanie Husted
Heart Mama to Braeden


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