Monday, May 10, 2010

Pink Nail Polish Mothers Day.

Showing off the goods

I nursed the baby at 4am. I shared my bed with 2 little kids (and The MR was in there somewhere). They left to make breakfast and set the table, only to come back 10 mins later (6:25 am) to beg me to come and open presents. So much for a sleep alone - 10 mins it is!

A breakfast of burnt pancakes and bubbly maison, my lovely presents displayed on the table.

Gifts from the Girls
Barbie Hot Pink Nailpolish
Red Scarf
Rasberry and Vanilla handcream
Foot pumice and brush
2 soft Hairbrushes

And from the Mr
VERY HOLLYWOOD by Michael Kors purfume (fancy!)
Slow Cooker Recipe Book

Then a child informs me they wet the bed. Deal with that.

The Mr leaves for church meetings.

Two older girls have a fight, I yell that they are NOT ALLOWED TO FIGHT on Mothers Day. There is ONLY ONE DAY OF THE YEAR  you gotta be good I say!.

I almost drive off to church minus a few kids, I don't know what was taking them so long but they weren't in the car!! Then we participate in my self imposed torture of keeping four kids still in church alone in the 3rd row.


But as I held a sleeping baby, kissing her on the head, and had a 7 year old nuzzle into my side, while patting a 3 year old on the back as she sat upside down on the chair, and looked over to a 9 year old who had the 3 year old on her, I felt joy. Tear sprung to my eyes. I kept my head bowed , emotions getting the best. Listening to the speakers expound on the importance of mothers. A few breaths and I thought I had it together...

But then I had to watch The MR deliver a 20 min talk on Mothers and women in the gospel. He may have started his talk with " A happy wife is a happy Life!....This week I upset my wife" but he won me over in the end with  talk of how much he loved us, and all his crying! (He is a big Softy under there!)

And then I saw it. I knew it to be true.

My family all right there. Four little ones nestled into my side. My husband 3 metres away straight ahead, looking right at me, talking about the sanctity of motherhood.

And I look down to my short bitten fingernails and see chipped ugly 'Barbie pink' nail polish

The polish reminded me that my Mothers Day might not be perfect (or nice or attractive) but it's mine and they gave it to me. All day I looked at that polish and thought of them. For without those beautiful girls I would not be a mother.

I might leave it on for a few more days.

PS  Mothers day went really uphill after I fell out the door wearing heels and carrying 3 bags of rubbish. I've twisted my ankle bad and had to be carried everywhere the rest of the night :) Well atleast I got a bit of guilt induced obedience. "Get this, Do this, Go to bed, mummy can't come etc as I lay down in agony for half the night.

Edit Post note *And the best part of the night was when my baby brother carried me to the car!! * Just for you Jeffy!!


Sarah said...
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likeschocolate said...

Congratulation on such fantastic gifts. Happy Mother's Day and I agree it can be the best of time or the worst of times.

The Hart's said...

cute, sorry you fell, i hope that the sprained is nothing too serious! i agree when u said that" our mothers day may not be perfect, or not the way we expected it, but the experience is ours".

Jeff said...

I thought you were going to end with "and the highlight of my day is when my baby brother picked me and carried me to the car"

Maioha said...

I just love reading your blog

Felicity said... meetings on Mothers should definitely talk to someone on the Bishopric about that ;)

it's those moments where we spontaneously feel Joy that gets us through all the other moments :)

Despite your hurt ankle I hope you had a lovely Mothers Day!

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