Monday, May 12, 2008

Mudder's Day

Please excuse the personal nature of this post. Sometimes a mother just can't help herself. Skip this if you are not up for some maternal boasting.

Yesterday was one of the very best Mother's Days of my life. My three and a half year old daughter was so excited that the day was finally here. She came down the stairs with a gift bag in her hand and a big grin on her face.

"Happy Mudder's Day, Mommy!"

What could be better than that? I know next year when she is four, she will likely be pronouncing the word correctly, so I want to remember this one. It's the last Mudder's Day I'll ever have.

We went to church where I was treated to a pancake breakfast by the Royal Rangers. It was a mother/son event. I had been looking forward to it for so long. They have so many father/son events, camping trips and such that my son has to go to alone. This was special. He wore his uniform. What woman can resist a man in uniform? The tables were set. There were fresh flower centerpieces on all the tables. It was very nice. My son cleared my dishes away when I was done eating. He presented me with a silk flower corsage which he had made himself. I got to take one of the centerpieces home.

We went upstairs to the second service and my three year old was scheduled to sing during the offering. I didn't know what to expect. Would she be too shy? Would I be able to hear her sing? Well, I think I have yet another performer child. She really stole the show. She was looking for me and waved to me and her brother very excitedly once she found our faces in the crowd. There were only six children up there, six little voices to fill the sanctuary. They did a wonderful job. They had little hand motions that went with the songs. My girl took a bow after every song, she was the only child doing that. It was priceless. She was singing loud and proud, the easiest voice to hear, thank God she can sing.

After that the pastor began bragging about how well our Royal Rangers Outpost did last week at the annual Pow Wow. They placed second over all out of thirteen outposts. He then went on to talk about my son's individual accomplishments, having him stand while he spoke about how he came in third place for the Bible quiz, first place for the fire building contest, and second place overall in the Discovery Ranger category, out of one hundred and ninety two boys.

It was a proud moment for this single mother of four. Children from single parent homes are not supposed to be so successful and well adjusted. All four of my children are shining examples that it is possible. It is work, to be sure. It is an investment of time, energy, money, love.

It is worthwhile.

3 comments:

Joe said...

How adorable!

And the fact that your four children have grown up so well is certianly a strong testement to you and the hard work you've done. You should be proud!

The Diva's Thoughts said...

I am so loving that story. Aaaawwww... You should be so proud. Your kids sound so wonderful.

charmcitygirl said...

Thank you both. I have always been willing to take both the blame and the credit for how my kids turn out. Everyone says I should be very proud, but most of the time I just feel very humble.