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Today Is a Sappy, Thankful, Teary, Mushy Mom Day


There is little else better in this world than rocking your baby to sleep.

In my case, he happens to be 2 years old. And he actually prefers Aaron to rock him to sleep, especially after my being away for a long weekend. But when he lets me hold and snuggle him after a long, torturous day together, I am in heaven.

I have to admit, when I was 20-ish years old, working and schooling, I wondered if I would ever be a mom. Sometimes because I didn't think I had the patience to mother. And sometimes because I honestly thought I would be the unmarried Aunt who would kiss bright red lipstick all over her nieces and nephews.

And that thought came back to me the other night- I was in the middle of making dinner and Charlie was having a meltdown around my ankles, crying huge, crocodile tears. He was tired and hungry, and when my offers of appeasement offered no consolation to the poor boy, I finally left my dinner in the making to pick him up and hold him.

{Pause- my typical reaction would have been to ignore it, get dinner on the table, and know that once he had food in his tummy, all would be better. But instead, and through a rare moment of clarity...}

I rubbed his back, kissed his cheek, being all patient and soft and motherly. And remembered back to a time when I thought that I didn't want kids. And then I prayed a silent prayer thanking Heavenly Father for knowing me better than I knew myself.

So today, I am thankful for a God who has a plan for each of us. And who has blessed me with 3 sweet, little boys, and 2 amazing big kids, that make me crazy every day, but who also bring me more joy than I have ever known in my life. To Him I say thank you for knowing me better.


Stephanie said…
You're precious.
grandma jojo said…
tears. thanks. love.
grandma jojo said…
tears. thanks. love.
grandma jojo said…
sorry didn't mean to leave that twice.
Abby said…
That was a beautiful testimony. Amen.

Being a Mom is the best thing ever!

Your a good mommy even when your mean to your kids!

Love you sissy!
Anonymous said…
Thank you for the reminder - I had one of those moments this morning and although it made me a little late for VT and then my Dr. appt. I grabbed up Grant in my arms and hugged on him for a minute -

I am glad you are a mommy - I love to learn and share with my dear friends
Neva said…
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm so proud of you. You're a great mom!
Anonymous said…
Thanks for the reminder Mandee....great post. I needed it.

p.s. I found those plates you mentioned at Pottery Barn Kids...yesterday. LOVE THEM.
amanda jane said…
thanks for sharing the clarity. really - thanks.
amanda jane said…
thanks for sharing the clarity. really - thanks.
amanda jane said…
thanks for sharing the clarity. really - thanks.
amanda jane said…
what the? blogger. sorry.
Deby said…
Awwwwwwwwwwwww. Sweet moments in time are what keep us going.
Aimee said…
Thank you for the reminder..I tend to forget how amazing and wonderful they really are!
Julie said…
Aaahhh, another great post by Mandee.
Sara said…
Thanks for the wonderful reminder. Brought a warm feeling to my heart and tears to my eyes.
Unknown said…
Mandee...thank you. This makes me teary as I have been trying to have these motherly moments and cherishing them...because they may never come again.

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