No place I'd rather be

No place I'd rather been then here. 

In the thick of it. 

Messes and mundane. 

All of it. 

I have no idea what my season will look like when they are gone. It sorta scares the hair out if me, like leaves falling off the trees in the fall. 

This is my place, my calling, 

to be a mom.

I was born to nurture. 

All my talents were given for this. 

It just must be true, as it all comes so naturally to me. 

Or is it that we as women, starting as girls all have this too?

She doesn't have any younger siblings, yet she practices; bathing, feeding, and changing her "babes". They all have names. They need things. She loves on them, and creates big messes because of them too. 

I'm reminded that the example I set  influences all of my children. 

The things I do and say shape them...

...All the way down to the aprons I wear. The strings once let go, are now tied again. From me to her. Full circle. 

The Hardest hardest hardest part of being a mom is the letting go. 

I want them all with me, forever, but that is not how it's suppose to be, well in some ways it is, as we are a forever family. 

But, they will not forever be in my home. 

They have to leave. 

They have to want to leave. 

AND they have to want to come back,

even more. 

This reminds me of the testimonies we give them. They hold on to ours until they find their own. We hope they want them when we aren't around to hold them. 

The gospel seed we plant in them, at first just a seedling, needing good soil and structure to make sure the roots will hold, then it's up to them to nourish and help it grow. 

Slowly that seed sprouts. Slowly they understand, and their own testimonies take hold. 

It is a journey each their own, just like we are all different, their journey is different too. The good, the bad, the ugly, all for our growth. I think of what Jesus went through and his mother. It all breaks my heart. And am truly grateful and thankful for their faithfulness and desire to serve thee and the sacrifice to give life so that I/we/you may have a chance to live again, with him. I am sure he is just as eager for my return as I am for my own children. 

Reading the scriptures, helps me think of my children, and knowing if I trust in God,  and if they do too, everything will be ok. 

If they truly know God is with them, when I'm not, I won't have to worry about them ever being or feeling alone. 

It is not always easy watching them struggle, but embracing all their journeys is part of a mother's love, it is a never ending commitment, and integral to The Lords plan. 

The messes and mundane. 

The borrowed and the blossomed. 

The travel and true. 

No matter what, and whichever season I'm in, I'll  always be in love with all of you. 

from me to you w love, 

Mommer