Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to the two most selfless, wisest, compassionate examples in my life. First and foremost, my mother, who has taught me everything. I still go to her for advice,and though it's not always what I want to hear, I know it's what I need. I can't count the times I've caught myself thinking, "what would my mother do?" She has taught me so much, and above all she has taught me what it means to be Christlike. She has taught me through example, correction, and love. Thank you, Mom. I am who I am today because of my mother. (So, if I rub you the wrong way you know who to take it up with - JK :) I love you, Mom.






Second, my dear husband's mother, my Mother-in-Law. I could not have asked for a better mother-in-law. She raised the most wonderful man, who I was fortunate enough to have married. He was raised to be an amazing man. I credit his mother. She has not only raised and taught 11 children, but she is a great example to me. I have learned from Dianne by her untiring service to others. I am exhausted just watching her. Happy Mother's Day!








And to all of the truly amazing and incredible mother's I am fortunate to know, my sisters, sisters-in-law, grandmothers and friends, Happy Mother's Day. You are all great examples and inspirations to me. I am grateful to learn from you and to be able to share our mothering experiences.

And so, in lieu of Mother's Day, here's to all the Mothers. (Am I Cheesy? Um, Duh! If you haven't figured that out yet, then you don't know me very well, so welcome to my blog.)

My life's a little hectic, 'cuz my job won't let me stop
My place is always open and I never close up shop
And though I'm ever working, I just can't get ahead
Day or night I'll be on duty, and I'm often called to leave my bed

I host a rowdy crowd, in my walls are many a dent
They're a little thoughtless in caring for my establishment
I know the chair is wobbly, but another I can't afford
My patrons are expensive, I spend it all on their room and board

Don't judge me if it's messy, that's usually how it is here
As I'm the only one working, I need another hand, I fear
My floors are often sticky, 'cuz they always spill their drink
And I'm feeling lucky if their throw-up makes it into the sink

And, yes, the mat at the front door is more than just decoration
Although the muddy footprints suggest that's open to interpretation
And if there is no paper handy, they might just write upon the wall
And on rainy days I've even seen many races run up and down my hall

My job is so demanding, and requires I be tough
But I'd never close my doors and say, "I've had enough!"
At times I'll get discouraged, and I get a little tense
And then I remember why I do it, and it all makes perfect sense

The silly little giggles that echo from room to room
And those little flutters barely felt inside my womb
Excited eyes that say, "Look what I learned to do all by myself"
And in tight squeeze hugs are where I store my greatest wealth

A refrigerator covered with many a priceless masterpiece
In a fort playing hide and seek under blankets made of fleece
Hearing the greatest tales thought up by a brilliant mind
And treasure hunting where pennies are the greatest find

Butterfly kisses that tickle, or an Eskimo kiss on my nose
A novice stylist makeover doing my hair or painting my toes
A cuddle in my bed every morning and every evening too
A million hugs and kisses, followed by an "I love you"

My job's really the greatest, I think it is the best
For what I've been entrusted with, I have been over blessed
Although it may be messy, it's our home, unlike any other
And my patrons are the cutest and they all call me their mother!