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Mother’s Day 2012

Posted on: May 13, 2012

My children are absolutely amazing.  They let me sleep in, even though they are tired themselves, and served me breakfast in bed, something a precious young friend of mine taught them to do when they were young. They also worked hard on cards in secret. I just have to share these because I am overfilled with love.

From Sydney:

Mother’s Day is a time to shine no matter where you are. It’s all about you. You have brought us home, loved us no matter what conditions if we are sick or grouchy or bad and we love you back. The best qualities about you include writing, singing, soccer, being a mom, being amazing, and being everywhere at once. You enjoy spending time with us and we love that.

And then Sydney made me an acronym:

M: Most amazing person I know.

O: hOnest

T: Thoughtful

H: Helpful

E: E-magining the most strangest dreams

R: Responsible.

From Katyana:

She wrote something very personal that was extremely touching that is for me only. She also wrote “I love you more than you can imagine.” She then cried, which in itself is a gift.  She also wrote that her favorite memory with me was going to Montana with just me to Grandpa Dyk’s funeral. She said that my favorite thing to do with her is “playing games.” She, too, wrote an acronym.

M: Marvelous

O: Open Heart

T: Teacher

H: Helpful

E: Elegant

R: Reedette #1

From Ethan:

Ethan made me a paper airplane. Ethan and I were the pilots and we were flying a bunch of moms to “Mother’s Day Island” where there is a “spa, nail spa, water slides, a pool, hot tubs, drive-in movie theater, mommy soft-ball, and the world’s biggest breakfast in bed buffet.” He made me a precious card as well.

The children did this all independently and quietly. I watched them work together and realized that they are growing up. We’ve come so far as a family. The first mother’s day, I was covered in vomit as we tried to leave for church. My second mother’s day Ethan was sick with pneumonia. By my third mother’s day, I bought myself a stove and gave up on expectations! On my fourth mother’s day, we had moved close to friends whose daughter was close to my children and me. So, for my fourth and fifth mother’s day, she came over and helped the kids cook me breakfast in bed. They never forgot that. Thanks Abbey!!!

Simple things mean so much more than fancy gifts or fancy restaurants. This will be a mother’s day I will remember forever. I am so undeserving but my children don’t think so. My heart soars. Through thick and thin, my children and I are the Reedettes. We overcome, we survive, and most of all, there is love… His love.

Thank you God for my family!

The Reedettes

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