It wasn't my week to feel quite so competent as a mom. Poor Landon. I don't know what was worse--crying or him watching me cry. But in the roller coaster we call life we are on a different part of the ride today, and things seem to be okay. My night was made when, as we were playing with Landon upstairs after giving him a bath, the doorbell rang. (We don't have a regular doorbell. We have a vintage bell in the door that you turn back and forth. Thanks, Canada!)
The great youth who were ringing it rang it with such vigor. I loved it! Most people don't even realize it is there so we don't hear it very often. Mike went and answered the door and said I had to come down to get it. My hair was pulled back with a head band, and my bangs were sky high. I was more worried about my tight fitting t-shirt than my dumb hair. The boys had a HUGE beautiful bouquet of flowers just for me. I would have liked to have shed a tear, but I think they were all gone for once. (Finally!) Their mom is my Visiting Teacher and she is in SLC right now so that may have had something to do with it, but I don't care. I was loved and am loved. The cute boys gave me a hug and went on their way. Sure made being a mom a little bit better.
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I think you are an amazing mom! We all have these days though. Some days our biggest dream of being a wife and mother are our biggest nightmares! We all have our great and our trying days. You are loved and you are blessed!
Oh! How sweet! I was having the same kind of week last week too. Must be something going around. j/k
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