Long Unforgettable Days

Well, I have to say that with all the super long work days and travels that Robby has had lately I am pretty amazed at myself. I think despite it all, I am a great mom with great boys. I know we all have moments but I think all in all we are all trying our best and really doing great. I know the Lord is there to help grant me that extra boost of energy or patience or perspective to get me through my days joyfully. I thank him from the bottom of my heart for blessing me with this peace that I am doing my best and it is enough. I know that He loves me and I am so grateful for this knowledge. I feel like my relationship with my Savior and my Heavenly Father is my saving grace.

George and Oliver are so cute and such good boys. The moments when they are listening and happy are the best! And make everything worth it. And the moments where I get to teach George about how to treat baby Oliver, or that he can choose to be happy, or the dreaded chat about why we don’t ever pretend to shoot people can even end up being some of the sweetest moments where I pray for what to say to help him understand the importance of what I am saying. I feel like the Spirit guides me and prompts me with the words to say that will help him best understand.

George and Oliver are really beginning to have so much fun together. George was picking up Oliver yesterday by the waist and lifting him up to the couch where Oliver would arch his back to lay his back onto the couch. It was followed each time with giggles and more giggles. I was about to break it up, worried for Oliver’s stamina when I saw Oliver walk up to George and reach up with both arms for George to hold him again. It was so tender. It was one of those moments where you just feel so lucky you get to be around, let alone their mom to take some credit for their tenderness toward one another! I absolutely love being their mom. On these long days where I am so exhausted I like to remember that they are going to be soon gone and I will look back longing to be around these little boys again. They are so funny. Today I watched them both standing in the shower with their little bodies playing with the basketball hoop, I listened to George say “I want to say the prayer. Dear Heavenly Father, oh wait, ‘I have to poops!” And run to the bathroom. And then come running back to the table and after 5 minutes of eating he said, “Oh, I forgot to say the prayer!” I was able to have a long chat with George about how we never pretend to shoot people because our bodies are so very special that we never even pretend to hurt someone else. I know that many boys play shooting each other, but it rubs me the wrong way in a major way! So I will try to combat this now and at least he will know how I feel about it. I told him that our bodies are very special because Heavenly Father made them. George asked, “even my Forehead?” It was hilarious. I really thought our chat made an impression when he continued, “even my muscles?” I replied, “yes George, even your muscles.” He then said, “even Mr. Incredibles muscles?” “Well, I said, Mr. Incredible is pretend George, so he didn’t make his muscles.” He looked at me in disgust, “no he’s not!” Huh. All of a sudden I questioned his ability to really comprehend all of this but oh well. I tried. I am ecstatic for Robby to return home tomorrow. I have had a fabulous week. I am exhausted. But man, what a joy it is to be a mom.