Mudder's Day

(My lil' sweeties while they sleep)

Ah, another "Mudder's Day" (that is how my sweet Porter-Pot says is) has come and gone. And how wonderful mine was this year. Piper and Porter awoke me with Adi's plastic barbie coloring tray loaded with Poptarts and a big ole cup of water. Piper also woke up at 5:30 just to make sure her room, Wyatt's and Porter's were clean. Amazing right?

OP and the kiddos got me a blender (which I wanted) and some candy. Orrin brought me home some beautiful flowers and a card to match. The three kiddos drew me mountains of Mother's Day cards starring me and them (some even had glitter on them!). Wyatt let me sleep in until 6:30.

Adi, Piper and Porter then made dinner (by adding already chopped-up veggies and meat into the crock-pot). They then played so nicely together before church that I hardly dared to breathe for fear I would start a fight between them.

They were awesome during sacrament. Porter went to class without crying or claiming his head hurt and needed to go home.

And all of church the men praised me and all of my wonderfullness (or they were talking about all mothers, I'm still not sure).

After our dinner of Southwestern Beef Wraps, OP made us all customized-candy milkshakes with my terrific new blender. We all snuggled in my armchair and read Little Town on the Prairie together.

In all honestly, it was an awesome day.

What made this day so great wasn't the gifts or the breakfast-in-bed (which, or course, helped). It was watching my children put someone else's needs before their own. It was watching them sacrifice their own desires and wants for another person's. I saw the three of them working together to make me feel happy. And oh, how happy I did feel.

Piper chose not to throw a fit when I started doing her hair in a style she did not agree with. Adi didn't pick a fight with Porter over who got to brush their teeth first. Porter refilled my drink without being asked and even changed his comfy-old church clothes that are too small for him into the ones I laid out on his bed. Not even a tear was shed. Pipes held Wyatt while he was crying so I could finish my hair and Adi wiped up the water she spilled without being asked. They all ran for the dishwasher when I started to unload it.

It was truly amazing. These kiddos gave me glimpse of a future where they will all get along and maybe even be bestest friends. I saw a day when things will get done around here without me standing behind everyone, fists on my hips, demanding them to do it. They were kind. They were considerate.

I was given the gift of feeling a sense of accomplishment. I thought maybe, just maybe, I'm not completely failing at this mothering-thing.

And I'll take that over diamonds any day.