Mother’s Day

It’s been an interesting Mother’s Day.  There was no breakfast in bed surrounded by adoring children handing me cards.  Instead I woke on a couch (hooray that it’s there!) and hoped that we would go home today.  I spent hours waiting for an ambulance.  I held my baby.  We got home and I briefed Jason on Bella’s new orders.  Then I threw on a dress and rushed to church.   The girls were supposed to sing at church for Mother’s Day.  We didn’t make it – they sang to me in the car instead.  :)  We came home and I headed off to the pharmacy for Bella’s new meds.  Of course, they didn’t have it.  So off we headed to find these drugs.  I came home and checked on my baby and am now, finally, eating.  But I’m not complaining.  Today I was told a million times “Happy Mother’s Day!” from the doctors, the nurses, the EMTs, the pharmacists, and my beautiful children.  I held and kissed my babies.  What a blessing!  Today I am grateful for the mothers of Joy and Bella.  I get the recognition for being a mother, but they gave them life.  I get to hold them and kiss them, but their arms are empty.  Today my heart is full.  Full of gratitude that I am a mother.