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Punch to the Gut-Dolly M is Leaving

Writing a post about children leaving our nest royally stinks. These are those moments when I wonder, “Why do I create posts like this? This is self torture.”

Dolly M, my oldest daughter and the 4th child, is now on her way into the real world…or rather, the college world. She is on the edge of the nest, suit case in hand and ready to try her wings.

So many memories of Dolly M are flooding my mind’s eye right now, especially as I peruse over all the gut wrenching photos of her sparkling, beautiful smile.

I wonder where all the time has gone, where all the days and months have evaporated to and am oddly hearing in my head (which is rather freaky) “Sunrise, Sunset”.

NO, NO, NO!! Stop, stop, stop! No sunrises or sunsets. I am not ready to be a Tzeitel.

Let’s just concentrate on the positives and be grown up about this. Save the blubbering for when I am in the house… after she drives away… where she cannot see me do the ugly cry thing.

OK, the positives:

Number one: After three handsome, fun-loving boys, I got a girl to play dress-up and not get squirted when I changed her diaper.

Number two: I finally had a child that I could buy baby dolls, strollers and miniature kitchens for her to play house with instead of the guns, swords, trucks and army men.

Number three: Having bows, ribbons and bobby pins scattered all over the bathroom drawers made me smile and appreciate that she could grow her hair out and didn’t need a haircut every 4-6 weeks!

Number four: It’s pretty comforting having another female, hormonal and all, to be on my side when there is wrestling before family prayer, marathon ESPN game days, and debates over what masculine movie we should watch.

Number five: I love that Dolly M has her head on straight and is grounded, loves and cherishes all things family, loves God with all her heart, treats others kindly, makes good choices, and wants to keep learning and become her best self.

I guess that says it all–I am one blessed mama. A mama that is losing another baby bird.

When each of you shall in your nest
Among your young ones take your rest,
In chirping language, oft them tell,
You had a dam that loved you well,
That did what could be done for young,
And nursed you up till you were strong,
And ‘fore she once would let you fly,
She showed you joy and misery;
Taught what was good, and what was ill,
What would save life, and what would kill.
Thus gone, amongst you I may live,
And dead, yet speak, and counsel give:
Farewell, my birds, farewell adieu,
I happy am, if well with you.

(From “In Reference To Her Children” by Anne Bradstreet)

Fly strong Dolly M, and fly high and straight!

 

MOTHERS- You are Doing Better Than You Think You Are

Could I please just remember these words every day?

Especially on THOSE kind of days.

 To all mothers in every circumstance, including those who struggle—and all will—I say, “Be peaceful. Believe in God and yourself. You are doing better than you think you are. In fact, you are saviors on Mount Zion, and like the Master you follow, your love ‘never faileth.” I can pay no higher tribute to anyone.

Elder Jeffrey R. Holland

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Mother and Child by Pino Daeni

May, June, July Birthdays

Sorry, but I haven’t wished  B Trout, Dolly M, and JuBean birthday wishes yet.

I am drastically running behind this summer.

B Trout was in May.

His first birthday home since he left for his mission.

It’s so wonderful having you back B Trout!!

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Dolly M was in June.

This year was that magical “Sweet Sixteen” birthday for her.

And according to Dolly M, it was the best birthday EVER.

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And finally, but not least, JuBean was in July.

My baby girl is growing up.

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Each of you mean the world to me and I love being your Mom.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ALL!!

Luv u!  Mom xoxo

Alone with JuBean

Tonight I was alone with JuBean and it felt kind of eery.

Everyone was gone from about 4:00-10:30.

Everyone except me and JuBean.

I was wondering what to do with just the two of us.

I folded some laundry…

I made dinner for one and a half…

I moved the sprinkler around the lawn to water the dry spots.

The house was so quiet and calm and settled.

It felt so lonely. And then I started to feel lonely.

Quickly, I was pulled away by JuBean to go outside and jump on the tramp.

That is something I haven’t done in a long time.

So I took the time tonight and just played with my baby.

It felt so good.

We danced to music, played chase and had a bum war. JuBean is quite good at that game.

Then as the dawn sky started to reveal the stars, we laid down and looked at the heavens.

What will it be like when it really is just JuBean and myself?

Life will be so different from these whirlwind years of raising 8 children and having a very busy husband.

Will I be able to handle so much quiet and time for myself?

Finally, one child came home, then two more. Then EB showed up and I felt better.

I loved my alone time with JuBean, but time like that doesn’t happen very often.

I know that it will be the norm some day but for today…

give me the hustle and bustle and the sweet feeling of family chaos.

It’s all I know.

Being a Mother

I am so grateful to be here on this earth to live, cry, laugh, learn and play with my children.

I realized again today that I am living the perfect life…being a mother.

I was given a Greg Olsen picture entitled “Take My Hand” from EB today for Mother’s Day.

This is a special picture to Presto during his recent illness and has become the symbol of the fiery journey our family bore this past winter.

Take My Hand--Greg Olsen

Take My Hand–Greg Olsen

This picture overwhelms me with peace and comfort as I know that the Savior walks with me and all mother’s daily.

But most importantly, He walks with our children through any kind of weather and circumstance they may have to endure.

That knowledge is what I am most grateful for this Mother’s Day.

There will be troublesome tests, distressing years and rugged obstacles that our children will be asked to go through.

That is God’s design for His children.

But as we teach our little ones to take His hand and trust in the Lord, that is the best gift we can give our children as mothers.

I hope to give each of my precious children that gift.

That is the kind of mother I want to be.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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