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Monday, May 12, 2008

Mother's Day

It was a mixed bag.  

Scott had told me late Saturday night that he hadn't gotten around to buying his cards yet, not to even speak of a gift, and needless to say, I'd been hoping for a little more on my first mother's day.  However, he really came through when it came down to letting me do what I wanted yesterday, starting out with a heart healthy breakfast at Starbucks as we made our way down to Moody Church in the pouring rain.  A warm apple fritter, a steaming caramel macchiato, AND a glazed donut made their way into our stomachs as Sam looked on with jealous eyes, slowly eating his banana.  I finally broke down and gave him a taste of fritter.  There was no going back to the banana after that.

Our church service was fantastic, I was moved to tears numerous times as we heard about a ministry in India that saves children out of prostitution rings and then the Children's Choir got up and sang as pictures of these beautiful tiny girls with hope shining in their eyes flashed across the screen.  The Moody Children sang this:

"My life flows on, in endless song, above earth's lamentation.
I hear the real (though far-off) hymn that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife I hear the music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul - How can I keep from singing?

What if my joys and comforts die; I know that truth is living.
What, though darkness 'round me close?  Still truth - its light is giving.
No storm can shake my inmost calm while to that Rock I'm clinging.
Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth, how can I keep from singing?

I lift my eyes, the cloud grows thin, I see the blue above it;
And, day by day this pathway smooths since first I learned to love it.
The peace from Christ makes fresh my heart, a song of hope is springing;
All things are mine since truth I've found, How can I keep from singing?"
Text by Robert Lowry, Traditional Quaker Tune

The words of this song resonated in my own heart, I felt hope too, and joy.

In case you were wondering, Scott redeemed himself by the end of the day, treating us to a huge brunch at Fox and Obel, helping out around the house without being asked or complaining and finally at 9:30 pm with two gorgeous cards that made me cry.  And a original poem that rhymed, from Sam.  

"Mommy,
Daddy says your day was yesterday and that it was his mistake! (evidently I wasn't supposed to find this card until today)
I promise it wasn't my fault, I think you're great.

The way you play with me and feed me bananas and pears--
and I love how you let me go up and down the stairs.

Anyways, Happy Mother's Day and having no card was Daddy's call--
I will make it up to you, you can play with my ball!
Sam"

I love my men.


6 comments:

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elizabeth linder said...

Hi Jen-
I love your blog! So fun to check out! I think there should be a manditory "Mother's Day 101" class for all new fathers before you even leave the hospital! Your experience, which was similar to mine seems universal!
Elizabeth Linder

Jen said...

Good to know I wasn't alone...that is a fun idea. :) Great to hear from you!