I love my Mom.
Oh wait, I already said that.
But I really, really do.
She is probably the most giving, thoughtful, selfless, humble, nurturing, beautiful-inside-and-out person I know.
And she's one of my best friends in all the world.
My kids think she's pretty spectacular as well.
When I had toddlers clinging to my legs who were drawing on couches and spitting up all over creation (serious reflux) she always used to tell me to try to envision myself as the "eye of the storm." You know that quiet part in the middle of the hurricane?
I've envisioned that over and over and over again through my motherhood career and it's helped me more than I can express.
Well, she definitely lived up to her wisdom as she transfixed herself into the "eye" of our storm around here when she stayed for a couple days following Time Out for Women.
In that short amount of time she put up with me running my thumbs ragged texting to get ready for Young Women stuff, cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, made beds, read with kids:
Helped get the kids out the door for school in the morning:
Helped celebrate the long-awaited loss of two of Claire's teeth in the same morning:
(they had both been hanging on by threads for literally weeks and she was too nervous to let me have my fill of one of my favorite past-times: pulling out teeth)
We snuck the elementary-school-girls out for lunch and visited my brother at his school:That's a new temple in the background going in fast.
She played at the park with Lucy while we had a volleyball competition in the middle of the street:(Shows how busy our neighborhood is...and how my children do not think it is necessary to adorn their feet with shoes.)
She watched all Lucy's tricks, played memory and listened to her "read" a hundred stories.
She sat on the piano bench with the kids and helped them hammer out their lessons.
She sat with me and listened to piano lessons:
She put up with me taking pictures of everything:
And for Family Home Evening she helped us make our traditional "Thankful Tree:"
Let's go ahead and get a better look at that:
There we go.
The idea is to add a few leaves each morning at breakfast, and we will, but man alive that thing is already drooping from all the bounteous blessings it is adorned with.
I know they don't look sad in this "saying-goodbye-til-next-time" picture but man alive, we're still going through withdrawals a week later.
I am lucky beyond lucky to get to call that wonderful lady "mom."
A true "eye of the storm" in every situation she comes across. She knows how to "be still" amidst chaos, and oh how I love to learn from her wisdom.
Love you mom.