Mothers Day

This is my first Mother's Day without a mother. She was old enough to go home, but I miss her. 

I've thought of writing about my journey with her at the end of her life, but not today. I will say that the last time I saw her alive she was in so much pain and uncomfortable.  I told her that better days were ahead...thanks Elder Holland.  Because Wes had Covid I never went back to see her. 

Although she was a good mom, I have had so many friends who have helped me along the way. It is safe to say that they have come into my life for a reason and I love them too.

The other mother who influences my life daily is Wes's mom. I will not pretend to to say she was a good mother in law. Her influence that I feel daily is how much Wes acts like her. It scares me sometimes. 

Her ability to talk about things that are not important. 

Her OCD'S.

Her desire to go to the temple.

Sending cards to people that she didn't talk to.

Watching sports with the volume down.

And her memory. 

She still has a hold on me. 

Of course the best part of being a mom is being a grandma. I love these little people. I can't wait for a couple of more.

And my final Mothers Day thought is about my daughter. For whatever reason she is not looking forward to motherhood. I can respect that  but I know that children bring joy. Sure they bring other emotions that aren't warm and fuzzy, but being a mom is a great feeling.  Now, I'm pretty sure no one ever reads this so i am going to write a secret. She's pregnant.  I couldn't be happier. I know she is doubting things right now, but she will never regret this. I cried and am so dang happy for her and Spencer. 

Life is good..God is with us...Love your life...

Hope

This is my student that came here a couple of years ago from Guatemala. He has Downs, was none verbal and had never been to school. 

I had him in my Kindergarten group the first year. He was a 'wild child'. He mostly sat on the floor or played. The kids and I would make a color matching game for him and he would come and play it. They would clap when he did it right.  Through many hours of Speech he can talk. Someone got him a bike and he lived to ride around town. He now sits in a chair and can copy his name. Some times he gets a book...always snakes or spiders... and sits on the floor next to my desk and looks at it. 

I am sad to say that they left Wendell this week. I will miss him. He is a sweet kid. The family had to take a younger sibling to the ER and CPS was called in. This little mom was scared to death and took off. It was my understanding that CPS tried to rell her that they would not take the kuds, that they were there to help make some changes, but mom was terrified that they would all go to jail. 

This year I have had 4 kids move out. Each one was traumatic for the kids. My message is this. If you have kids...you take care of their needs before you fight with your mom,  or find some guy on the internet and move in with them. Kids need stability and it is a parents job to provide it. 

Speaking of stability,  this old Crabapple Tree has weathered the storms this week. I'm sad to say that the bees didn't come, but it has provided me with some beautiful views this week. 

God is good. Hope for a better tomorrow.