As a youth, my family used to call me "Old Hard Heart." Nice, huh? While this could be an exaggeration, I will admit to being the least affectionate/emotional person in my family. They're huggers - I am not. They cry - I pat their shoulders awkwardly. So how is it that I now find myself a complete sap every year on Mother's Day?
This year Noah's kindergarten class had a special Mother's Day Tea. When I arrived, the teacher announced me (and each of the other moms individually), and Noah greeted me in front of his class by giving me a coffee filter corsage that he had made. He then escorted me to his table and showed me all of the other wonderful things that he made for me. I was crying before I hit my chair. It got even worse when they went to the front of the classroom and sang their songs and recited their poem for us. I found myself wiping tears from my eyes the entire time!
It really was a special moment. I felt a bond with all of those other women as we watched with pride as OUR babies performed for us what they had spent months practicing. Of course, I realized I was a little over the top when I discovered I was the only one crying! How on EARTH did this happen? How did I become the one woman in the room who can't control her emotions???? Ahhhhhhhh!
My favorite gift of the year is this cute little guy - my Mother's Day gift from Katie. Would you believe she graciously offered to take care of him for me? She is so thoughtful that way.
I'm not sure how God did it, but he managed to bless me and to totally enrich my life with the two most perfect children in the world for me. When I take the time to ponder these precious gifts, I am overwhelmed by the great honor, and once again, I have no words to express how humble this makes me. I guess that's why I cry. It's almost as if God knows me and knows what is good for me........ He took my old hard heart and made it run around outside of my body.
2 comments:
That's so sweet. Now you got us all crying.
You said it perfectly. It only gets worse as they get bigger...just carry the tissues. Taylor and Dustin are in there twenties and between all three of them, I bet I have cried a joyful blessed wonderful river.
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