I love being a mother!
I'll be honest, though. There are some moments when that sentiment is pushed back into the recess of my mind (like when we are trying to get a decent picture of me and my three boys on Mother's day before we end up being late for church. Yeah, the picture up top is totally Photoshopped).
There are days when I wish the mundane task of changing a diaper was just that--mundane. "Insane" is a more accurate description of what takes place when I change a two year-old who hates being laid on his back. Weeping,wailing, and gnashing of teeth occurs (and sometimes it's the both of us)!
There are days when I get so tired of telling Brevin to finish the task at hand and stop getting side-tracked, or I loose my patience with Spencer who won't answer a question if he thinks he'll get in trouble but will run and hide under his covers instead.
Yeah, there are days...
...and then there are Mother's days where I get to watch my excited children clamour to be seen while singing at the top of their lungs, "Mother, dear, I love you so!" during sacrament meeting. There are Mother's days where Spencer repeatedly announces, "Happy Mother's day, Mom!" all throughout the day. And it is a happy Mother's day, because I get handmade gifts and handwritten notes, like this:
That's when I am reminded that, yeah, I really do love being a mother! Now I know why my mother was always so happy!
This post authored by Amber