Mother's Day Firsts

Last Mother's Day was my 4th Mother's Day as a mommy. Every year, I dread mother's day, simply because there's so many people to consider, my mom, Scott's mom, Oma and now myself. (I could really care less about it). And to throw a wrench into the party, is the fun fact that my parents are divorced. So, previously I would have my Mom and Oma AND my Dad over for a meal. I always felt sad for my mom that she had to share this day with her ex. But that's how I needed to do it. Scott and I would have them over for a meal and then high tail it over to his Mom's for some sort of small gathering.

This year was the first year, that Oma wasn't able to come. This was sad in a way. But I guess it worked out, cause that meant my Mom could enjoy time with us without the ex around.



The most memorable thing about this mother's day was that it was the first year Q was in school to prepare for mother's day by "himself". They had a little mother's day tea for us in his classroom. It was so cute, I wanted to cry.



I got to his classroom and was announced by his teacher. "Here's your mom, Q". He jumped up off his spot on the rug and ran over to me and hugged me so hard. He then presented me with my first handmade by Q Mother's Day present. It was a cute little heart shaped pin, that he painted pink and glued buttons to. He was so proud of it. He then showed me where to sit at his table and then jumped in my lap. He then kissed me several times and held my hand. It was so sweet. He is an affectionate kid, but this was a little more than I've been getting from him lately. It truly made me swell up with love for him. If I could some how freeze frame that moment, it was so precious. He then showed me a book he had made for me, which described his love for me, and why he loved me (because I play Candy Land with him). According to the book, he also said he thought I was 4 years old. HA! The other mom's kids said they were 99 and 13 years old...I was the youngest mom in the room (for real), most definitely, but ha ha! I'm 4!! I'll take it. (My child also thinks that when he turns 4, he can drive the car.) It was such a sweet time with my boy. I wonder though, as years go by, if I'll think that these things are lame and dread going? I hope not. I don't want to become cynical about these types of things.

Again, I'm just thankful for my children. And I'll put my first mother's day homemade gift in my jewelry box and keep it forever!

God is Good!

All the time.
All the time, God is GOOD!
I can say this with confidence. I have been thru bad times and have felt His presence and have been thankful for the bad times, cause they ultimately do bring good. I have been thru good, and while its easier to be thankful, sometimes its easy to forget to be thankful, or say thanks or rejoice, because its smooth sailing.
Its easy right now to be thankful. Little B's eyes have been healed and he won't need surgery! Praise God. I know its more miracle than anything else. Two weeks ago, he had a cold and lots of congestion, and his eyes looked the worst they have ever looked. Green stuff oozing from them, red rimmed, puffy eyelids, all of it. I was confident that the surgery rescheduled for today, was absolutely necessary. Well, when that cold finally subsided (it was a loong one), his eyes cleared up too. Completely. No weeping, or running, no green stuff, no yellow stuff or even redness under his eyes. He looks so cute! I cannot even remember the last time he didn't have some eye issues going on. I think this whole blocked tear duct thing started when he was 3 weeks old.
So upon noticing how great his eyes looked for the past week, I called the opthomologist who was doing the surgery, and took him in for a check, she agreed that he looked great and did NOT need surgery! Oh thank you LORD! I was so anxious waiting the hour at the doctor's office while, someone who came in after me, got taken first and seen first (grumbling in my head the whole time at how much I loathe doctors sometimes!). For some reason, I was nervous that she would think I'm a crazy mom, trying anything to not have to put my son under anesthesia. (which is exactly what I was doing--LOL!) Why I care about such things is beyond me. So, when she finally did see him and told me that he looked great and not to do the surgery, I almost did a dance, and could not contain my joy when I did say "Praise God!" and laughed out loud.
Thank you God!! I can't stop saying it today.

update

I wrote the previous post 2 weeks ago and never hit publish.
B has been sleeping thru the night since that night. I'm a little more sane.