Happy Mother's Day

This is my first Mother's Day with this blog so I decided to write a little bit about mothers.

I love being a mom. I haven't always liked being a mom but I have never really truly hated being a mother. Some days there is a lot of temper tantrums, winy kids and other naughtiness. Things are not always perfect, I will not lie to you. Despite the hard days it always seems like there is at least one short portion of the day when I feel so utterly thankful that God has sent these wonderful boys to be in our family.

I had a rough introduction to being a mother. Being told that your first born had a complicated and deadly heart defect is not something that a parent would ever want to hear. Helping my son through this has helped me see how I am a much stronger person that I had thought I was. It has given me a direction in my life that I had lacked. I want to go back to school when I can and become a pediactric nurse. I have seen the comfort that a good nurse can bring to a parent and I want to be able to do the same. One of Evan's nurses did this very same thing. Her daughter spent a lot of time in the hospital and is still needing extra care. This nurse was able to give me more of a been there done that perspective than any of the other nurses and for that I am thankful.

My own mother is an amazing person. She was raised by a divorced single mother back when that was looked down upon. She managed to work her way through college on her own and she was younger than most of her fellow students because she was smart enough to be skipped ahead a grade and then later on did two years of high school in one year. She later used the skills she had just learned to help put my father through school. She worked most of my life when she would have rather stayed at home. Teacher's don't make a lot of money so she made the sacrifices that allowed us to have the additional income that her four daughters needed.

Growing up I seemed to feel closer to my father since he was the one that was there for us after school. I think that really bothered my mother. The birth of Evan really changed all that for me because suddenly I knew how she felt about me. I knew the depth of the love that she had for me. One moment that really stands out to me is when I was talking to her on the phone while Evan was in the hospital. She said that she wished that she could go through this painful experience for me and I remember looking at my son and wishing I could go through this painful experience for him. That is a mother's love.