Thursday, November 5, 2009

Being a Mom means to me...

...very moist kisses, sticky fingers, smelly diapers, mountains of laundry waiting to be washed, piles of dirty dishes, crumbs on freshly vacuumed floors, clothes strewn everywhere, begging for unnecessary items when we go to the grocery store, complaining, fights, whining about having to do chores, having the TV most mornings tuned to a PBS channel, demands for snacks 10 minutes after a meal is over, insisting, "but Mommy, I don't like that!" at dinner-time and watching said child flop over sideways in an effort to ignore his plate, soft voices saying "I love you Mommy," and knowing that I have charge of these precious little ones (sometimes a HUGE burden), but also knowing that I can turn to our Heavenly Father in prayer when I need help... also means that come Sunday I can put them in Primary and Nursery so I can also get some spiritual renewal from my own church classes.

You might be wondering why this topic, well a few minutes ago I was reading the weekly newspaper and there's a story in there about a young couple who've been married about 8 years, and are wanting to adopt a child.  I have children, though for the longest two years I really thought I wasn't going to be able to have any, and while I may not understand their pain in discovering they can't have children, I do think that I can understand the desire for one.
Go read their story for yourself at, and if you feel like it, perhaps you could leave them an encouraging message.

=) Gayle


Savannah said...

Gayle, thanks for the shout out. I just came to get to know you better since you left a comment on my blog and I was touched to see you publish our story. Thank you.

Jackie said...

Gayle, your words on being a Mom are absolutely true. I wouldn't have changed anything for the world with mine.

Well maybe the bringing in the house of snakes!!! Could have done without that adventure.

God bless.