Monday, May 12, 2008


I hope all the mothers in my life had an amazing Mother's Day.

My day went something like this: I was greeted with a triple-grande decaf whole-milk four-pump caramel macchiato and freshly picked dandelions. Sean and the kids made gluten-free pancakes and scrambled eggs for breakfast. After church, Piersen had a nap from which he woke covered in puke. And he was in our bed. Yes --- lovely. Sean and Kaylee ran some errands and came home with yet another Starbucks (that actually was quite lovely...2 starbucks' in one day). And Piersen woke up around midnight, once again covered in puke.

Being a mother is hard. It's hard and lovely and fulfilling and heartbreaking and joyous and gut-wrenching and exhilarating and annoying and trying and wonderful and overwhelmingly amazing. And there is nothing in this world that I would rather be. To be honest, there are days when I just want to run away. Days when I wish that I could just have a few hours without someone screaming "mooooommmeeeeeeee". Days when the laundry and the toys and the dishes and the schooling and the attitudes are downright oppressive. Days when I wonder what God was thinking entrusting these amazing little creatures to stupid, bumbling me. But those days are the exception, not the rule. There will always be days like that. There will always be moments you wish you could take back or do over again. And that's okay. For all those crappy days, there are a thousand great days to make up for them. I love my children with a fierceness that only a mother can understand. And I love being their mama. And if I teach them nothing else, I hope they grow up knowing they are loved beyond measure.

See that little face up there peeking over her Daddy's shoulder? I'm her mama.
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Since we've begun making our way through Mystery of History, I have been looking forward to some of the fun activities in which we can include Piersen. Mummies to the rescue! We had a quick lesson on Ancient Egypt and the first pyramids. So the kids got to take their favorite Build-A-Bear buddies and make mummies out of them. They wrapped them in toilet paper and then searched through the boxes we currently have piled up around here to find the perfect sarcophagus. They closed their mummies up and built a tomb and pyramid around them out of all the other boxes lying around. When Daddy came home from work, they informed him that he was an archaeologist and that he had to break into the pyramid to find the mummies. It was wonderful! I only wish I had taken pictures of Sean busting through the packing-box-pyramid. I can't tell you how much I love watching them learn, and work together.
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