*The boys played with neighbors for a long time this morning. I felt a little sad honestly that they weren't home, but so happy for them. That's what I remember most from being little...playing with friends until I heard my Dad's whistle. Which always meant it was time to come come.
*Riding my bike today. I love pulling Emily in the bike trailer. Especially since she told me she was the princess in her carriage. I'm not sure if she thinks I'm the horse, or if bike is, but I'm happy to participate in anyway I can.
*Hugging Klint when he got home today. I love him. I love that he faces the same fears I do and that we don't have to do it alone. We don't have to put brave faces on, or say anything that we aren't truly feeling at the moment. I wish we weren't worried, but I'm glad to worry with him.
*Emily's outfit today. She was so happy about it. White ruffle polo shirt, turquoise knit capris, PURPLE fluffy fluffy tutu and of course pink converse shoes. Punky Brewester anyone? I hope she's always as confident in her choices.
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Finding joy in the moments of motherhood. Daily moments that: *made me SMILE *appreciate the sweet three kids that have been entrusted to me *feel joy in my decision to raise a family and be a stay at home mother *recognize the Lord’s hand in helping me to be successful as a Latter Day Saint woman and mother
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Daily Joyful Moments
Joyful Moments
Because of those "funkish" moments that I experience every once and while, I want to do as Elder Ballard counseled a few years ago and find joy in the moments of motherhood. To help me do that, I am going to try and write four motherly things that either (1) made me smile (2) appreciate the sweet three kids that have been entrusted to me (3) feel joy in my decision to raise a family and be a full time mom (4) recognize the Lords hand in helping me to be successful as a Latter Day Saint woman and mother.
I have to add that my life isn't perfect. I hope that if anyone ever comes across this blog and reads it (which I am doubtful of) and compares themselves to it, or feels guilt or bad about themselves that they'll realize these are the HIGH points of my life, not my every waking moments. I have terrible mothering moments all the time. And that's the problem, that's why I wanted to start this. I feel so much guilt (which I'm trying to only save for sin now) about the things I do wrong or could have done better, or didn't do at all, that it can be crippling on those funkish days. I'm not trying to pretend that my life is perfect or everything is rosy. Opposition in all things right? We have to have the bad to know the good, the sad to know the happy. Don't compare your low points with my high points. Deal?
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