Mother’s Day was this past Sunday. It was my 8th Mother’s Day as a Momma. Even though Daddo had after prom until 6 am and didn’t really join the life of the living until lunch time, I got to spend the day with my boys! It was a wonderful day.
It was also my last Mother’s Day before our 4th child enters our lives. A daughter. We still are searching for that instruction booklet that MUST come with having a daughter. Maybe it’ll suddenly appear in the delivery room. In our car on our way home from the hospital? Somewhere? Maybe? As so many other people are telling us that ‘she’s going to be sooooo spoiled,” or “that little girl is going to be soooooo tough, a tomboy,” is what we’ve heard so much. We’ve been told that girls are incredibly different to raise than boys and what in the world are we going to do now that we’ve gotten used to a life with boys for 7 1/2 years. Jake and I haven’t really sat down and discussed our plan of attack with this new little, mysterious creature about to come into our home. I guess, like we’ve done with most LARGE, life-changing events in our life, we’ll just take it as it comes. No real plan of action. I know it doesn’t sound like me, ‘the planner.’ But when you look back at all the big stuff in our life together, we haven’t really had a ‘plan.’ We never said, “Let’s have our first kid at 24-25 yrs old. Let’s have two kids 19 months apart. Then lets wait four years before we have another kid. Oh and then lets have one more 22 months after that!” No, we never planned any of it. We never planned our jobs. We never planned where we’d live. I mean, we attended the same church for 6 1/2 years before becoming official members. No real ‘plan.’
But without all this planning that we may or maynot should have been doing, I really think our life has turned out ok; on the upside. All that tells me is that there is always a plan already out there for you that you have NO control over. God will take care of you. God will only give you what you can handle and no more. He will bless you and he will make you suffer at times. He has given us three beautiful, completely different in their own way, children. I’ve just started to realize all of this non-planning stuff this passed year when pretty much nothing was planned for us. We still don’t have a whole lot of anything written in stone. “How long will Rhett and baby sister share a room?” people ask. “What are ya’ll going to do after that?” We don’t really know, nor do we have time to discuss it. It’ll happen.
My three boys have made my 8th Mother’s Day so rewarding. Will and Cole made their own cards for me and jumped out of bed at 6:30 Sunday morning to give them to me. I’ll keep them forever!
I am blessed beyond belief! My three boys are wonderfully different individuals. I couldn’t have planned it it any better myself…. even with a ‘Life To-Do’ list, which by the way, I did not ever have!
Now, I’m sure I’ll have a post here pretty soon where I’ll be venting about Rhett and his terrible two’s that have been going on now for about 5 months (and we’re not even two yet). As you read those kind of blogs, please remember that I DO love my children even if at some times it doesn’t sound like I’m very fond of them. 🙂