I love murano glass beads, specifically Trollbeads
and got this lovely necklace for Mother's Day.
The sterling blossom is my favorite part.
T & L got me an etsy gift card, too.
Can't wait to go shopping!
I was thinking this morning about my most vivid memories
being a mother. Some wonderful, some painful and life-changing,
some so funny it's possible to pee your pants in laughter.
Here are a few, in no particular order...
- Both times the pregnancy tests showed positive.
- Laying eyes on my first born Taylor for the first time. He was one week late.
- The smell of a baby, freshly bathed in the kitchen sink.
- Getting that sonogram that said there were three and calling parents and inlaws but nobody would believe us.
- The day the triplets were born. I carried them to 37 weeks. 18 pounds of baby. About that many doctors/nurses in the room, too. Healthy, happy and heavy boys. ha.
- Living in a fog for a year with three newborns and a two year old.
- Learning to love coffee as a necessity.
- Those first words, whether they came at 10 months or many years late.
- Two year old Taylor, having had enough, demanding, "Get these babies outta here!"
- The many times that two year old crawled in bed with us and wet our bed.
- The day the training wheels came off.
- Spencer around age 4 running off several times. Sometimes buck naked, sometimes coming home in a police car, one time in the grocery, stealing a bag of suckers. Oh, yes, buck naked that time, too.
- Putting locks on the doors at the top, only to find the triplets scooting chairs and stools to the door and helping each other try to reach them.
- The heart-wrenching realization that the triplets had autism and choosing to make the best of it instead of becoming bitter.
- Falling asleep each night praying for wisdom, safety, health and help!
- Soccer, track, golf and basketball games, meets and matches. Oh, and all those practices I drove to!
- Finding Harry after his bath, in fresh jammies, back in the tub with the jammies still on.
- Potty training three boys at once. They ran around naked for over a week.
- Bandaids, ice packs, and ER trips.
- Girl friends.
- The family room full of teenage boys watching sports and clearing out all the food in the house.
- Teaching a 15 year old to drive.
- Not falling asleep until I heard him come home at night.
- Managing the stress of extra doctor visits, tweaking medications, special education, IEPs, journals and phone calls.
- Feeling like I really wasn't part of the normal group of moms because my boys weren't normal.
- Feeling like I really wasn't part of the special ed moms because everything they complained about, I thought, "Try having three!" or "At least yours can talk!"
- Doing without many times over to be able to buy baby formula and diapers, and then in later years, college tuition.
- Praying that your son will grow up to be kind, happy, honest and put God first in everything.
- Praying for his some day wife and seeing that prayer exceed all expectations.
- Getting texts from Taylor during NASCAR races. It's almost like we're still watching the race together.
- Spontaneous smiles and kisses.
- Thinking that I wouldn't want to be any body else or have any other kids.
Did you have a good Mother's Day?
I didn't cook or do dishes, I got kisses and hugs
and I got to spend time with my five men and one girl.
And I got presents!
Tomorrow, we go back to the regular routine! haha.