Random Reflections from my Mother’s Day!

enjoying the moment (after coming home from church)

“My” day started out pretty good. I had my lesson ready, my boys dressed and ready to go (minus Jake, he was post call and ready to crash in bed), and we were on our way to church with time to spare. This being about the third time in the last 3 years that we have been early to church. I was also adorned in my new jewelry that I had received for Mother’s Day. The gold colored twine really accented the multicolored shrinkie dink and random letters charms that were attached at the front. Logan reassured me that the charms were in fact not random, the Z represented “I love you”, z represented “you love me”, and T represented “hugs”. But I don’t know, I get the feeling that maybe he was making it up as he went, either way my jewelry was definitely eye catching.
After arriving at church I decided to sit in the back pew instead of our usual spot - the farthest row of chairs in the overflow section next to the door. It was after all a special occasion, we were actually at church on time. The boys were unusually reverent, keeping themselves busy coloring (Logan) and eating snacks (Mason), and I was so excited to have a chance to actually listen to the “Mother’s Day” talks. And then this is how the rest of the meeting went.
Glance at Logan and wonder “why are there purple marker dots all over your face?” Grab a wet wipe try to clean them off a wiggling, whining boy which resulted in pink spots that then looked like actual sores. Seeing that I was distracted, Mason tried to make an escape under the pew. Luckily I caught his ankle in time. But pulling the 50 pounder back as his chubby little fingers were clinging to the back of the pew was a bit difficult. Although at this point I felt as though I still had things under control. This thought was quickly dispelled however. By the 5th time I was dragging Mason back from under the pew with one hand and dragging Logan back with the other (Logan noticed how much fun Mason was having and thought we would join in), I realized that this was going to be a memorable Mother’s Day, just not in the way I was hoping for. I began wondering what all the families in the over flow were thinking watching all of this commotion taking place, not to mention the stake president sitting in the front with a perfect view. This thought was quickly interrupted with again wresting with my children and then reminding them to whisper (they are literally unable to control the volume of their voice, and also have NO internal monologue). By some strange fluke I was able to catch glimpses of the speakers’ talks. And what I heard from BOTH of them was the same story in which the mother was saying she wished she had done more of living in the moment and enjoying her children in the little everyday activities that they were doing. This I found somewhat amusing and was thinking that she surely had some Mom-nesia and was not talking about all the not-so-reverent church meetings. Then again most families probably don‘t have wrestling matches during sacrament meeting like ours does.
Nevertheless, I did think that the overall message was great. And after making it through all three hours of church, and coming home to sleep off the pains of dealing with my little stinkers, I mean angels, I’m ready to spend the rest of my day living in the moment and enjoying all of my boys’ everyday activities!