
This is my not-so-lovely kitchen after the kids and Tony made a lovely breakfast in bed for me.
Mothers Day brings a wide variety of emotions; love, pride, guilt, surprise, disappointement, and hope, are a few things that I felt yesterday.
Love brought tears to my eyes as I lay in bed, listening to my children and husband "quietly" preparing heart shaped pancakes and eggs for my breakfast in bed. Pride, when I learned that Jacob mixed and cooked pancakes all by himself. (Laughter when I found he cooked them on low heat, taking about 20 minutes to cook each pancake!) Guilt rose up when I thought of all the mistakes I make, and the times that I make my children frustrated. Disappointment surged when I only had 45 minutes to get ready for church, (because I had to stay in bed while the pancakes were cooking, so I didn't spoil their "surprise" breakfast in bed) and saw that I would have to clean the kitchen after all the cooking. But mostly I felt hope. I have hope that I can do a little better, that despite my faults, my kids know that I love them. I have hope that I can raise my children to be good, independent people. When I look at my kids, I have hope that this world isn't as bad as it looks on the evening news, and if we all try to make our own little corner a little better, the whole world will be a brighter place.