Being a Mother

Being a mother means...

Chubby baby fingers holding tight to my sleeve or hair in the wee hours of the morning, pleading to be held onto for just a few minutes longer.

Smushed banana on my shirt from carrying a certain baby boy around all morning long.
Sharing dish duty with a four year old who's anxious to help and get her hands in that sudsy sink of water.

Giving comfort to a crying child.

Sweet baby breaths on my neck from a sleepy boy on my shoulder.

Breaking up fights and arguments and reminding them how much they love each other and how lucky they are.

Watching the older two hold hands as we explore the neighbourhood.

Seeing relationships grow and deepen on a daily bases.

Dancing in the kitchen to our favorite songs.

Numb hands after scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees to reach all those nooks and crannies missed by a mop.

Homemade bread on my kitchen counters.

Bed time backscratches requested by a little girl.

Being a light sleeper so as to hear all of the happenings from dusk to the moment when that early risers big toe hits the floor at the start of a new day.

Long nights pacing the floor in desperation with a crying babe.

Laying awake at one in the morning remembering where I placed something incase I need it the next day.

Baking with the littles and letting them mix the cookie dough even if most of it ends up on the floor.

Learning what my children love, their passions, desires and talents.

Smiling at each and every accomplishment my children make.

Snuggling next to their warm little bodies at bed time and running my fingers through their blonde hair.



Crazy visits to the grocery store eased slightly by the free cookie at the bakery.

Giggling and talking with the children before bed, learning new things and enjoying the company.

The joy I get when I watch that older brother put his arm protectively around his younger brother as they sit side by side on the floor.

Daily outings on foot or bike to explore nature.

Escaping into Camilla's imagination and letting the worries of the world pass me by.

Learning to bite my tongue and let the kids be kids.


Trying to smile when messes are made, milk is spilled, or there is a trail of brown sugar leading down my stairs.

Watching the children's eyes light up as they learn something new.

Giggling at Joe when he stands on his tippy-toes to reach the piano keys.

Watching their blue eyes sparkle with excitment each day.

Sweet little belly laughs to help brighten a hard day.

Endless spills and messes to be cleaned.
Welling up with emotion when listening to Hyrum or
Camilla sing "I am a Child of God" at bed time.

 Hyrum's voice sweetly telling me "Mornin' Mommy" each and every day.

The overwhelming feeling of love I get each and every time I hug my children or hold them tight.

Sloppy wet kisses from my little guy.

Knock your socks off hugs.

Night time chats with my little girl which leave me hoping that they will continue forever.

Learning new things each and every day.

Trying to be better each and every day, more patient and loving.

Knowing that Heavenly Father is there to guide me whenever I need him.