Wednesday, January 14, 2009

So Far, So Good

As I expected, I love my college class. Interpersonal Communication. I could use some honing up on that one, and it's an interesting topic with engaging reading because of all the case studies. And because of the nature of the class, there's lots of group work and interaction, so I've met many of my classmates. All of whom are much younger than I am, but what the heck.

I'm tired. It's 9:41pm and I'm finished what I'm going to do today. (not that there isn't more I could do, or need to do, but it will be there tomorrow. Or Friday.)

On another note, today is my mother's birthday. A milestone birthday. She was on my mind all day today as I woke up to take Lyns to Seminary, packed lunches, juiced a mountain of veggies and fruit for the morning green drink, cooked breakfast, read scriptures and prayed with the kids, sent kids off to school, showered, went to class, taught piano lessons, did my homework, made dinner, searched for cake ideas for Dylan's party this weekend, bathed the baby, cut the baby's hair, cut Aiden's hair, helped with homework, did some more school reading, read my scriptures, threw in a load of laundry, emptied and loaded the dishwasher, swept the floor, and planned for tomorrow (undoubtedly, more of the same). . .

She was on my mind because she did all those things for me. And for Ethan. And Josiah. And Amanda. And Micah. And Hannah. And Abby. And Noah. And Jonah. All day. Every day. She was always tired too, I think. But happy. And rarely complained. She showed up every day to do the work of mothering, no matter what, showing me the way. And so, as I go throughout my daily activities and chores, I think of her passing the torch (for it is motherhood that lights the world, I'm sure) to me, and I must not let her down. I must show her that all of her efforts, all of her work, and devotion, and sacrifice have paid off at least in some small way here in southern California, and in the lives of my husband and all of my children.

I love Abraham Lincoln's quote:

"All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother."

I second that notion. Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you. And I know it's really nothing, but. . .

Thank you.

7 comments:

Misty said...

beautiful! And I am so glad you love it...

templework said...

Happy Birthday to your dear mother!

and blessings on you in this new endeavor!

Annette Lyon said...

What a sweet tribute.

Hannah said...

She is the greatest mother ever, don't you think? I love you Mom and hope you're enjoying your vacation!

Luisa Perkins said...

Happy Birthday, yoganana!

Josi said...

Ah, that's beautiful Jenna. You are the reason we do this--to have kids that one day thank us and love us and make it all worth while.

Josi said...

Oh, I meant to leave this link http://www.coolest-birthday-cakes.com/amazing-cake.html#c5 in case you're interested in a skateboard cake idea. I made it for my son last year (I did Skateboard 05) and it was a HUGE hit and fairly simple. Good luck.