Monday, May 11, 2009

On Becoming a Mother



I will never forget my first night at college. It had been a few hours since my parents had dropped me and my belongings off, and I was sitting on my bed surrounded by my new roommates. We were getting to know each other and we were very excited that we were beginning a new adventure and taking the first steps of our own adult lives.

That night we talked about dreams, plans for the future, hopes and wishes. I remember being the odd-man out because everyone else had hoped for the chance to marry and become a mother very, very soon. I on the other hand was very excited to test out my wings and fly a little before settling down and becoming a mother. I finished school in 4 years, and had the time of my life, while many of my girlfriends had married and had started their families.

It wasn't until I began teaching that I realized how important a mother's role is in a child's life. I hated seeing children sleeping in the sickroom because their mother could not leave work to pick them up. I also felt bad for the children who did not have their mother's attend special activities because of other priorities. What the mother never saw was their child's pain because of their absence. Although it took me longer to come to my senses about becoming a mother, teaching helped me to understand that I wanted to be a mother and not only by name.

That much I knew, but I didn't know where to go from there. So, I spent some time reflecting on what I did know- I had a mother and what could I learn from her?

My mother was always available to her kids. She brought in treats for school activities, taught about Finland to school groups, took us to the library, park and zoo. She taught us how to clean, how to take care of others, and how to be prudent. My mother took great care of us when we were sick. She worked so hard sewing clothes, canning food, and making a lovely home for all of us to enjoy and feel comfortable in. My mother also made holidays seem very special and memorable. Most of all, she loved us.

I figured that the qualities my mother had would make a great start at becoming a wonderful mother myself. I didn't realize then, that becoming a mother in itself, was going to be quite the task. But, after many years of tears, prayers, and patience, the wonderful opportunity of becoming a mother came on December 23, 2000.

It was an amazing and surreal moment for me. I could not believe that Heavenly Father would entrust me with this sweet, precious child. I knew then that the responsibility of becoming a mother was huge, but, it was a job worth tackling. As time has gone by, I have realized what a huge sacrifice of being a mother truly is. It is many hours of sometimes thankless work, and you never ever have a free moment. Which is why I need to thank my mother and mother-in-law for their selfless and loving service and sacrifice. They truly deserve a lifetime of happiness!

Back to the story........

A few years later, I became a mother again through the gift of adoption. This opportunity presented itself in a very different way. The precious child, was then 10, and had never had a mother. Once again, I felt the overwhelming task of becoming a mother, entrusted by both a Heavenly Father and a birth father this time, to raise, teach and love this child in the short time we have her before she becomes a mother herself. Sometimes the task seems daunting and difficult, but then I get small smiles, little notes, and even once in awhile sweet gestures, which help me to feel I might be on the right track.

Lastly, I never realized what joy of becoming a mother truly is. Children truly are gifts from God, and each day we have with them not only is a blessing, but it also teaches us and humbles us. I truly have loved being a mother. It is the role I most treasure, the hardest job I have ever had, and the one that brings me the most happiness.

I am thankful for having such a wonderful role model to follow- my very own sweet mother, and for the mother who raised an awesome son to be a loving and kind husband and father.

Happy Mother's Day today and always!

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Yes Madame



This is the story about a sick croupy girl, a bell, and some incompetent parents. Well, at least to the sick croupy girl.

The MyMy was placed under quarantine in the parents room while the older sister had a friend over.

The room was prepared- pillows fluffed, television turned to cartoons, a nice soft, warm blanket for cover. The MyMy was tucked in and made all comfy for a fun afternoon in mommy and daddy's bed. Since the parents were busy accomplishing duties, they were unable to spend the day in bed too. But, a cow bell was given to the MyMy, to ring at her beck and call, for much needed supplies and assistance.

The bell soon rang for ice to soothe the head, a moment later the bell was ringing wildly to turn the fan off, and then on, and then off again. Another ring to shut the door and yet another ring from the MyMy requesting the knowledge of my love for her. The ringing bell kept the servant busy, yet, kept the child in confinement, which was the ultimate goal.

When the daddy returned, from his errands from afar, the mommy took the older daughter, LuLu, and her friend to spend some time at the pool. After an hour at the pool the cell phone rang.

It was the MyMy all confused that I would be answering the daddy's phone.

"What are you doing answering daddy's phone?" and, "Where are you?" asked the MyMy.

"I am at the pool." I replied.

"I have been ringing the bell and you didn't come. I was calling daddy to see why you didn't show up." MyMy exclaimed. "Where is daddy?"

"I left him at the house to take care of you. Daddy will answer the bell." I responded hopefully.

"I have rang the bell 4 times." The exasperated MyMy said.

I then asked the MyMy to hang the phone up and I would call daddy to tell him to answer the bell.

When Daddy answered the phone, he was shocked that I would be the one informing him that the bell was ringing and that he had been negligent in his servant duties. Apparently the Daddy had just finished the very important task of filling the MyMy's tummy, less than 2 minutes before, and had yelled a "what do you need?" from a distance, instead of a face to face meeting.

Obviously this child is sicker than we thought-in more ways than one!

P.S.- The MyMy has discovered another way to cover her mouth when she coughs and her hands are too tired........she uses her feet! A very resourceful girl she is.

Another post script- Since croupy girl was keeping me up during the night, I had plenty of time to think. Is sicker a word? Or, should it say more sick? I am so confused. I need English help-ok I know I need lot's of help, but let's take one step at a time- shall we?

Monday, April 27, 2009

Burrito

One burrito with three giggly girls and extra cheeks coming right up!