So, mother’s day with young kids can feel at times, like more of a battle of wills than a celebration. That’s pretty much what I felt like, from when I first got out of bed. Right away I was having to “fight” to be listened to. That doesn’t get your day going well, no matter what day it is. I was glad it was Sunday, because after missing last Sunday’s service due to the Bike Tour, I was eager to see our friends, and help lead the music. I knew that just being at church would help me feel better about mother’s day.

The Friday night prior, the day we decided to make an offer on a house after yet another house hunting trip, Phoenix had already given me the gift he’d made at school. It’s a white plate which has the personalized drawing which Phoenix made for me, along with a card. It was a great drawing, and I’ll post it here later.

Willik had given me a note from the teacher to all the mothers, but had expressed that he had 2 more things to give me, which he’d give me on Saturday, and the the final one on Sunday.

As it turns out, he’d left his presents at my parents’ house, so he was not able to give me the gifts until yesterday evening, There was a wardrobe sachet, and a little fill-in the blank book about what to give your mom.

But the real treasure was a poster laminated to work as a place mat, which had a drawing and a poem. The poem is what is really amazing. Read it for yourself.

Just so you know, I cried as I read thru it, and I cracked up too.  The day ended on a good note, and I’m so glad I get to be the mom to these 2 wonderful, rambunctious and sweet little boys.  I pray for much wisdom, patience, and sense of humor, as I attempt to lead them to follow God’s ways.  Keep me in your prayers.