Mother's Day Recap

I hated last years Mother's Day! I was ornery all day long. Steve and the kids did everything right but I still hated it and let them all know it. By the end of the day I realized how ridiculous I had acted all day long and vowed I would never do that again. This Mother's Day Steve and the kids did everything right again starting with breakfast in Bed before 7 (we don't have church till 1), going for a walk with Steve, watching them straighten the house for friends that were coming over, seeing my beautiful fuchsias hanging basket and cuddling my cute kiddos. The difference between last year and this year--My ATTITUDE! I know that makes all the difference in the world. But hey don't worry I was back to my yelling and ordering first thing this morning.

During sacrament meeting Steve always writes me a Mother's Day poem, but since he wrote it early (I posted it for Easter on the blog) he hadn't planned on writing another one. Damen leaned over though and said, "Dad where's your pencil and paper? Why aren't you writing a poem." Steve told him he already had but that wasn't good enough for Damen, he thought I needed one on that day. So with a little help from Steve this is the poem that Damen wrote me for Mothers Day. I love it!

Sons first attempt

A mother's Day poem

Tradition passed on

Before I go roam.

I love you mom

With all of my heart

Even though sometimes

I act like a fart.

You're the best mom

A boy could get

Especially when

I throw a fit.

That's my attempt at

A mother's day Poem.

I promise we'll love you

No matter how far we roam.

Later in the day I found a poem that Seth had written for me and just placed on the counter for me to find later. This is what he wrote:

Roses are red

Fuchsias are Pink

You're the best Mom

We think.

Ya know this poem could be taken several ways just depending on how you say "We think" But I am so proud of my boys. They take after their dad when it comes to poetry, because I ain't got no rhyming skills!!!!

I'll have to share more of the poems I've been stacking up over the years. Some are quite tender others are well down right hilarious, but they all mean the world to me because they are for my from "My Boys."

I guess while I'm at it I have to tell my Moms how much I love them and how grateful I am for their amazing influence on my live and Steve's and our family. You mean the world to us and we cherish your words of wisdom and advice. We need your input and council in helping to raise our kids. You've been there and done this and we need all the help we can get to raise these beautiful kids we've been given. Thanks for loving us even when we may disappoint. Thanks for seeing our potential and helping us to reach it. Thanks for just being there when we need to vent. We love you!

Woman, Behold Thy Son

Steve wrote me a poem today for Easter, well he said it was actually for Mothers day but I think it's fitting for today too. It's amazing or at least I think so. It's as good as this one for Christmas a few years ago. Here you go:

Woman Behold Thy Son

Christ spoke from the cross
Woman, behold thy son
His atoning sacrifice
A few moments from done

His eyes seemed to say
as he hung from above
When father forsook me
I was sustained through your love

Where does it begin
Faiths cycle of hope
Charity and love
Eternal in scope

Great is the mystery
Of where it begins
A boys faith in his mother
Or her faith in him

At his birth, Satan had come
A mothers faith to destroy
Born in a stable
Does God care for his boy?

Mary had known God
Would provide from above
Wise men with gifts
Tender proof of his love

She had unveiled his godhood
To this son she did impart
Israel's hope for a Savior
Sunk in his young heart

He had believed in his mother
And her faith in him
Helped him seek out his Father
And so it began

He had grown in wisdom
And stature to a man
He had learned line upon line
Of his role in God's plan

That seed sown by his mother
That he could set Israel free
Had grown to fruition
As he hung from the tree

Woman, behold thy son
Christ spoke from the cross
A mother's salvation, gained
At such infinite cost

We too can have faith
In this mothers son
For it is through him
Our salvation is won

He provides grace
And allows us to change
To reconcile with God
And not be estranged

Hidden in the lesson
Of the faith of this mother
Through our faith in Christ
We can have faith in each other

Where does it begin
Faith cycle of hope
Charity and love
Eternal in scope

Great is the mystery
Of where it begins
A boys faith in his mother
Or her faith in him

Women, Behold thy sons
or is it the other
World behold
The faith of our Mothers