A Sunday Moment: Mothers


It’s Mother’s Day and it’s the first Mother’s Day in four years that I have spent without extended family. I have been thinking a lot about the female figures in my life that are all mothers.


My mother and sisters and I. This was in New Zealand, 2005, the one and only time we spent Mother’s Day together. It had been a surprise for my Mother.


My sisters-in-law and my sweet mother-in-law. While living in Hawaii, we started a tradition of going out the night before for Mother’s Day. We have so much fun!! Miss these ladies. I think a trip to Hawaii for Mother’s Day to be with these ladies should be a given. I’m just sayin’.

They are all wonderful women that I have a great time with and am missing them very much on this blessed day.  I have learned something from each of these women, and they have helped me in different ways be the kind of mother I am today. Hopefully, if you ask my kids, they will say that it shows.

This past Wednesday, I had the pleasure of helping put together an activity for our youth and we based it around Mother’s Day. At the end of our game that we played I showed them a video put out by our church. It is a non-denominational video. It is a sweet video, perfectly describing what a MOTHER is.






The Busy Coconut

Seven Years

I’ve got a ton of things to do, but I can’t resist. It’s been seven years since I’ve had a little person around and I didn’t realize how much I missed it. I often find myself on all fours, making funny faces and speaking in high-pitched tones. It makes me smile. Oh yeah, and him too.

My first four coconuts came one right after the other. I love each one of them, and remember loving my time with them when they were this fun-size.  After a seven year gap, we had one more to add to the mix. I can’t say that it hasn’t been a challenge, but I’ve certainly learned to enjoy every moment of it. A lot of people were quite honest in telling me how crazy I was for having one more, especially when I had achieved that benchmark of “no kids at home”. I don’t think so. I think I’m just lucky.

Seven years made me be a better mom. I think the Lord knew I’d have a nervous breakdown if I had had my baby two years later instead of seven.

I LOVE that I get to take a break from my everyday chores to enjoy my littlest coconut. I’ve decided that seven is my lucky number.