Today was a great day. I haven't always "hated" Mother's Day, but I can honestly say that I have "dreaded" it for about 20 years. Well, maybe 18 - ever since I got home from my mission. I love mothers. I think they should be honored. I think it's a great day and I think it's okay to recognize mothers in Church. That being said, as a woman who couldn't become a mother, it was always a very painful day. I understand all the philosophy about all women being mothers and each of us having a vital role to play - I truly believe that, but it doesn't make Mother's Day any less painful for the woman who isn't married or hasn't been able to have children. It's like when a married person gives a talk about marriage and says with a smile, "All righteous women will one day have this gift." It may be doctrinally true, but I always found it very small consolation. I wasn't a mother! Talk around it all you want, but that was the fact.
Today I was a mother. And it was different. My heart went out to women who still don't have this blessing, but I couldn't help but be so grateful for our little girl. In church, the little children got up to sing to their mothers and I sobbed because for the first time, I knew that one day I'll have a little child sing to me on Mother's Day.
P.S. On the flip side of the joy, I have to post this picture even though it will gross my sister-in-law Bethany out. I changed Baylie the other day and she had poop clear up to her neck! How does poop get up the front?? And clear to the neck! You know that I've waited to be a mom too long when I even think this much poop is an awesome thing.
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