Mother’s Day 2010

I woke up to my 2 year-old coming into my bed and telling me she missed me while she was sleeping.
She put her chubby arms around my neck and planted a big kiss on my cheek.

And then we snuggled.




And now she’s eating peanut butter off a plate.  With a spoon.




Because of allergies, there is only two kinds a peanut butter we can have.
One is thick, one is runny.

I usually buy the thick stuff, and Ava’s favourite treat is “peanut butter on a spoon”.
But the store was out of the thick kind, so runny it was.

She had a mini meltdown this morning ‘cause she couldn’t have her customary snack, but I placated her with pouring a sizable amount of peanut butter on her Dora plate, and handing her a spoon. 
She’s now eaten a 1/4 of  a jar.





My eldest came down this morning, gave me a big hug, and said, “Happy Mother’s Day.”
Which was really nice, as usually the first words out of his mouth is,”I’m hungry.”



He then proceeded to vomit everywhere.

He’s currently watching a movie, huddled up with a barf bowl.




My second son also gave me a hug and said Happy Mother’s day.
He’s looking very pale, and I bet will be the second to vomit.


He is watching the movie with his brother.






My oldest daughter made me this:

And now she’s working on paper art to send to Grandparent’s.

She wants to mail them.












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I am going through heartache today.
Heart-wrenching, it hurts to breathe,
hiding from the kids so I can cry, heartache.


What I thought was, isn’t.




Trust is a funny thing, eh?
Once broken, can it be fixed?



Really fixed?






I know that with  Christ, I should be able.

But I am weak.

And full of doubt.






So I am struggling today.





I know that the God who knows the number of hairs on my head is with me today. 
And I know that He is teaching me, refining me through fire.






I sometimes wish it wouldn’t hurt so much.

I wish I would hurry up and get what it is He’s trying to teach me.

And so this Mother’s Day, I am sooo happy to be a Mom, and that I have kids, barfing or not,
who are little spot’s of joy in an otherwise almost unbareble day.

They are my comfort.
And I love being their Mom.







Happy Mother’s day to all the Mother’s out there!

Kiss your kids.