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All five of these lovelies spoke in stake
conference today. (Stake conference is our meeting
twice a year when several of our church congregations meet together. So two or three
thousand people attend, sometimes more.) I was ridiculously proud of them. They made
me laugh and cry and feel such gratitude that I was chosen to be their mom.
As well as they did, and they did, it was hard for me not to be able to stand up and
let everyone know that yes, my kids are amazing and wonderful and I am so
proud of who they choose to be and how well they did. BUT, we are also a
high-temperatured mess. Just like everyone else who graces this earth.
I could cite dozens of examples from this week of their grumpy and impatient mother.
My favorite probably being yelling at one of them for spilling yogurt on their church
clothes right before we had to leave this morning. (Good job adulting Linn Allen,
that will help the situation, glad your maturity prevailed.) I can also cite many instances
this week of me trying my best and doing well at motherhood. All of it is mixed in
and messy and happy and frustrating and hilarious and just as it should be.
We're doing the best we can folks. Just like the rest of you. I love being a mother
to the depths of my soul. And sometimes yearn to run away because it is so hard.
God is okay with all of it. He told me that Himself. That is why He sent His Son.
I am so thankful I get to keep trying. With these five darlings, their incredible older
brother and their sweet dad by my side. Life is good. Stake conference talks,
yogurt-stained church clothes and mothers who make you take a sibling picture
when you've already given a talk to several thousand people included.
I'm so blessed.
twice a year when several of our church congregations meet together. So two or three
thousand people attend, sometimes more.) I was ridiculously proud of them. They made
me laugh and cry and feel such gratitude that I was chosen to be their mom.
As well as they did, and they did, it was hard for me not to be able to stand up and
let everyone know that yes, my kids are amazing and wonderful and I am so
proud of who they choose to be and how well they did. BUT, we are also a
high-temperatured mess. Just like everyone else who graces this earth.
I could cite dozens of examples from this week of their grumpy and impatient mother.
My favorite probably being yelling at one of them for spilling yogurt on their church
clothes right before we had to leave this morning. (Good job adulting Linn Allen,
that will help the situation, glad your maturity prevailed.) I can also cite many instances
this week of me trying my best and doing well at motherhood. All of it is mixed in
and messy and happy and frustrating and hilarious and just as it should be.
We're doing the best we can folks. Just like the rest of you. I love being a mother
to the depths of my soul. And sometimes yearn to run away because it is so hard.
God is okay with all of it. He told me that Himself. That is why He sent His Son.
I am so thankful I get to keep trying. With these five darlings, their incredible older
brother and their sweet dad by my side. Life is good. Stake conference talks,
yogurt-stained church clothes and mothers who make you take a sibling picture
when you've already given a talk to several thousand people included.
I'm so blessed.