Tuesday, May 15, 2018

On Mother's Day


I had a really lovely Mother's Day. I got to go back to bed after I taught early in the morning and woke up to "Happy Nudders Day" and extra long hugs.  The Saturday night before, Ben took over bedtime and I went to Ikea and then I browsed Target at 11 at night with absolutely no time limit, deciding what to buy myself for M-day. I know that sounds cliche but Target alone with no one screaming for popcorn really is therapeutic.  I bought myself these sunglasses (cuter in person) and I'm mulling over this mirror and also waiting for it to go on sale. The Walmart grocery pickup people even gave me a rose and some ads disguised as gifts-WINNING!

On Sunday we went to Ben's cousin's mission farewell and got to spend most of the day with family as well as take 100 variations of the same photo (as you can see). All I said I wanted for Mother's Day was every room in the house to be spotless before bed (well and that mirror maybe ;) ) and Ben and the boys delivered.

I'm grateful for Mother's Day. A chance to show gratitude for my own mom, who would sacrifice anything for her family. She is my best friend, the best grandma and my biggest example. I'm also grateful to reflect on my own divine role as a mom. You know,  most days I don't think I'm very good at it (I'm not fishing for compliments, just really I had a picture in my head of what kind of mom I would be and it's not really that way most days) I thought I would be a more patient mom, a more playful mom, and a less lock-myself-in-the bathroom-and-cry-for-five-minutes mom. I do love them so fiercely though and would give up anything for them. I hope that is what they know, that they are safe and loved and supported by me no matter what. I may turn down playing ninjas with them, I may get frustrated too easily, but I will always scoop them up if they are hurt, every time. I will even hold their hand backwards for a 10-hour road trip because I want to be their comfort always. I want to be a safe place.

I said on my Instagram that they still give me butterflies every day. Even if it's just a fleeting moment of watching Patrick try with all his might to eat a yogurt with a grown-up spoon or talking with Everett about his friends as I lay down with him before bed. The butterfly moments get me through because those few seconds somehow seem bigger than the yelling I instantly regret or the endless whining some days.
#savethebutterflies


We asked the boys a few questions about me for Mother's Day:

How old is mom?
E-(turns to the Google Home) "Hey Google, how old is Cassie?"
P-four

What is mom's favorite food?
E-Lettuce Wraps
P-ummmm CHEEZITS

What does mom love to do?
E-Go on dates with us
P-Go on dates with us (we really should have asked them these separately)

What is mom really good at?
E-Cartwheels
P-playing soccer

What does mom always say?
E-I love you and put your shoes on
P-I love you and put your shoes on

What is your favorite thing about mom?
E-she cuddles me
P-ME!

What makes mom happy?
E-Being my soccer coach and going to Disneyland
P-(Yelling) PIRABBEAN (Pirates of the Caribbean)

If you could buy mom a gift, what would you buy her?
E-Makeup
P-ummm Santa Clause

So here's to the mothering gig, it's pretty pretty great! HMD mamas.



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