M is for Mother

My sister Julia is truly a brilliant blogger. She has a way with words and puts them into brilliant themes and layouts (the end of this has a quote I pilfered from her).

For her 100th post, she decided to list a few things she has done 100 times (or more). As part of the post, she challenged readers to post something they’ve done 100 times. She’ll pick a winner and give them a prize. (Side note: I am one of two people to have contributed and I know what the prize is … steal it from me if you can, but I’m really looking forward to winning it.)

Her challenge got me to thinking about things I had done at least 100 times.

And then the best one came to me – I have realized at least 100 times in the past weeks what a blessing it is to have a healthy, beautiful baby that I fall more in love with every day.

For me, there is nothing like falling in love with my child. How wonderful it is to climb into bed in the early morning and hear the light snoring of my two most precious people on either side of me … Jane to my left and Lane to my right.

Now I understand my mom when she says she loves me.

"You have nothing in this world more precious than your children. When you grow old, when your hair turns white and your body grows weary, when you are prone to sit in a rocker and meditate on the things of your life, nothing will be so important as the question of how your children have turned out ... Do not trade your birthright as a mother for some bauble of passing value ... The baby you hold in your arms will grow quickly as the sunrise and the sunset of the rushing days." President Gordon B. Hinckley (Nov. 2000)