Mother's Day is Coming

I've been thinking about Mother's Day today. Today at about 2:45 my three youngest were actually all asleep and so I tiptoed in and actually laid on my bed during the day! (You have no idea what a miracle that is) Well about 20 minutes later the doorbell rings, and rings, and rings, and rings, and rings....you get the idea. So I trudge downstairs, open the door and there is my little E. Of course the first thing I say is "Why are you ringing the doorbell?...the babies are asleep..."and maybe I wasn't using my nicest voice. He gave me this huge smile and said: "Mommy, my hands were full so I needed your help." And then he hands me this little plant and says: "Happy early Mother's day Mommy." And my heart just melts. (You can see the little picture of it above. It's a paper bear holding the cup with the plant. So cute!)
I love being a Mommy so so much! I love my little stinkers and now I can appreciate so much more all that my own Mother did for us when we were little. Of course she keeps me sane now too! A little while ago I entered my Mother into a Mother's Day Contest. She didn't win but here is some of my entry:

My Mother

Knees bent, to bear my burden. Cool hands, to calm and soothe. Arms open, to offer comfort. Sleepless nights, so I could sleep. Her life on hold, to be there for me. Without my mother, I would not be a mother. She saved my life.

Not that I would literally be physically dead, but without her I would not have been able to go on, I would not have made it this far with my sanity intact, and without that, without her, I might as well be.

My story is not extraordinary, I have a good life, but what it comes down to is that I owe so much of what I have to my mother. She is my best friend, my confidant, and has been there for me, with me, through all of the trials of my life.

I have been blessed with four beautiful children. I love being a mom but have also struggled with a low sense of self worth. My mother is always there with a word to uplift. Many days, because of her, I can go on. My last pregnancy was twins which isn't too special these days, but was very special and challenging for me. She was there with me through it all, if not in person than by phone and email. She communicated with people where I live and because of her they brought me meals for almost two months when I couldn't seem to cook for myself. She cleaned my house, and basically ran my house for the first little while after the babies were born so that I could just enjoy them. Most days I can't even think about my mom without getting teary eyed.

I know there are millions of amazing mothers out there, and there's really no way to express how incredibly special my mother is. But at least this is my opportunity to say thanks, and that I love my mother so much. She gave me life, and daily, she saves my life.