A Mothers Thoughts

Well, last night I was sitting there holding my youngest, Kaleb, who is now sick. I was just looking at him, stroking his hair, just fascinated with him. I was taking advantage of the moment to cuddle with him because he wasn't feeling good. He usually doesn't like to sit with me for too long when he is his normal, busy self. Sometimes I still find it hard to believe that these two little boys are a part of me. It is wonderful to watch them grow and experience the world. Sometimes I think that I need to slow down and experience the world through their eyes. Tyson and I love watching them grow into there own little people.

At times being a mom can be so exhausting and frustrating but the joys definitely out way them. Just the simple joys; reading a book to them when they are fully enthralled, listening in secretly to their funny little conversations with each other while they play in their room, watching them peacefully sleep at night, they look like such angels(I do sneak in at night just to take a peek at how cute they are, as I am sure most moms do from time to time.) watching them get excited when daddy comes home so they can wrestle, taking them to the McDonald's play land where they get so excited you would think it was Disneyland. Ah, the simpleness of a child, I love it!

I am not the best at expressing myself. My brain has to much bouncing around, don't mistake that for intelligence, just a modge podge of things. I just wanted to write a few thoughts about my children and being a mother. Sometimes my heart is so full and in awe, really, because of my children. I may not be the best, most patient mom but I love my kids. Even though there are days I just want to say, "That's it! get your own breakfast, change your own diaper, solve your own argument, I am going on vacation!" What mom doesn't experience those moments!" If any of you say you haven't, I don't believe you. But, overall, being a mom is such a blessing. Sometimes it is scary how much responsibility I have as a mother. These little spirits of our Heavenly Father are counting on me and my husband. We try our best but fall short as most parents do at times. But overall we love our children and try to do what is best for them.

I wanted to share a quick story that I heard from another mom. One day when her son had called her a not so nice name(I am guessing "stupid") for the 50th time she went to her room and got down on her knees and poured her heart out to Heavenly Father. She said the thought came to her, "that isn't him, that is the natural man, that isn't who he is." I have never thought of it that way before. Even though our children can be little monsters, as we can sometimes be, that isn't who they really are. They are special spirits who, at times, manifest the fallen nature of man.

Just take the moments, as I often have to remind myself to do, to look at your children through our Heavenly Fathers eyes. Try to see the special spirits they are. I need this reminder just as much, if not more, than anyone else. Everyone who reads this and is a mom or dad give your kids a big hug and kiss. Be optimistic and count your blessings.