Mothers

Anyone else ever feel a little guilty on Mother's Day? Like maybe I don't deserve it? It doesn't help that during sacrament, the bishopric praised women and mothers. I am not in any way suggesting that they shouldn't- we deserve our props. The problem is that as they listed all of these wonderful attributes of women in their lives or women the general authorities have spoken of and I started to feel... well, just a tiny bit inadequate. I don't have the bottomless patience that the bishop's wife has. I don't have a Pollyanna-outlook where I can find the good in every horrible situation that comes along (I usually lean towards the opposite reaction). I don't sing beautifully, bake wonderful cakes and treats everyday for my family. I'm not always a perfect example to my children, and I even yell sometimes.

I was feeling pretty down today when we left church. We got home, ate lunch, and then I went upstairs to put my girlies to bed, all the while feeling darn bad. As I hugged Piper, she wrapped her little arms so tight around my neck and whispered into my ear, "Mommy, I love you more than you know."

Then Adi told me that I was the best Mommy ever.

And Porter gave me a snot-kiss.

I may not be the perfect mother that all of us aim to be, but maybe I'm not doing such a bad job after all.

At least the munchkins don't think so.