I have an amazing mother! She is the most gentle, patient, and loving person I have ever known. I have been thinking about her a lot this week with her upcoming birthday and I wanted to share some of those thoughts.
As a little girl, and as a big one too, Mom always meant comfort. We hear about how we should make our homes a haven for our families, Mom did that. I loved to be home, I loved to be near Mom. If something was bothering me, or if I was worried about something, just being near Mom made me feel better. When I was 16, I was asked to speak in Stake Conference and I was scared to death. I remember Dad telling me that anytime he had to give a talk and he felt a little nervous, he would just look for Mom in the crowd and he would feel better, I tried it and it worked!
Mom reads a lot!! I am grateful for that now, because she taught me to love books and reading. I can remember laying in bed at night and having Mom read to me, most distinctly I remember Little House on the Prairie. I always felt like Mom enjoyed it just as much as I did, I never felt like it was a chore to Mom.
When I went away to college, Mom would send me cards with cute pictures on them and sweet messages inside that made me so happy! I knew I was loved and missed.
I love the way that Mom loves babies!! She is so good with them too! When I had Sydney, Mom was here ready to hold her whenever I needed (almost all the time because Sydney always cried as soon as she was put down) I think she held her for a week straight, and she never complained! In fact, here is one of my favorite pictures of Mom...
I am grateful for Mom's testimony of the gospel, it is evident in her countenance and in the way she lives her life. I am grateful for her example. I am grateful for the way Mom supported Dad in his callings and with his work. This is more meaningful to me now that I have little children and a busy husband and recognize how hard it can be. I don't remember ever hearing Mom complain about Dad being gone, or having another meeting, of course, Mom doesn't really complain about much of anything.
I remember expressing some frustration to Mom (more than once) about my own children, asking her the question, "What do I do with (fill in the blank with any of their names)?" Mom's answer is usually this, "Just love him/her." I keep trying to do that as well as she did, and maybe someday I'll get it. I think with Mom it just comes naturally! That is the way I was raised, with lots of love and patience. Thank you Mom! I love you!
