Conor's 1st Grade Open House

I don't love all public school functions, but I do look forward to Open House. It gives me a peek inside my children's lives away from home, sitting at their little desks, coloring with their stubby worn-down crayons, and working so hard. I love to see all their art and writing projects displayed, and I love how excited they are to show off what they've been up to. Here's little Conor's night, as he finishes up 1st grade. (sniff!)

 Conor with his mom and dad at his desk

 Where Conor works his magic

 Nice and neat inside his little desk! (I had to look)

 His ocean diorama, just finished on Thursday. I love his little clay crab.

 Conor's most amazing teacher, Mrs. Pinkston

Last week the first graders went on a field trip to a strawberry farm. A bulletin board had been set up outside his classroom where I got to see pictures for the first time, and read his little writing sample.

 Conor got to pick his own basket of strawberries to bring home.

 This is the best picture I've seen in a long time. How sweet that these tired little guys fell asleep on the bus after all that berry picking! So grateful his teacher captured this. 

 His "stained glass window" that he worked on for days

 Conor standing inside the classroom coat cupboard. 

 With his friend Seth

 With his friend Luis

 I took a picture of this writing sample because I loved that he spelled 'erupt' exactly the way he says it: without the 'r'.

 With Danyel

 With Irwin

 With Xol

(see, kids in my classes at school never had cool names like this. They were Richard, Mike, Jennifer, and Christine.)

 Last Friday, Conor was awarded Student of the Month. And not being Mother-of-the-Year, I forgot to show up and missed it. Yeah. Right before Mother's Day. 

He also got Principal's Awards for Math and Language Arts. 

So proud of my little guy! He's definitely got a mind (and a mouth) of his own, but his heart is all gold. I adore him so very much and am grateful for another chance to have a first grader! 

Mothers Rule

While I dangled my feet in the pool, Aiden came and set this leaf in the water for me. 

I've never had a perfect Mother's Day. In past years there have been some real doozies, to tell you the truth. But still, I love Mother's Day. Mothers rule the world. Mothers are the most influential, powerful figures in the world, never mind governments or Fortune 500 Companies. The future lies in the strength of mothers. I am grateful for my own mother, a Saint, really, and for all of the mothers that have come before her to bring me to this point in the history of the world. As a mother. 

A Mother's Tree sampler cross-stitched by my mother, waiting for me to frame it

Every year I look forward to Mother's Day. I've read about women who hate the holiday, but I don't care. I love it, even though it never resembles the Hallmark holiday it's accused of being. I love the handmade card that will inevitably come home from my 1st grader. 

I love that I can always count on Aiden to set his alarm and get up early to bring me breakfast in bed. I love that with breakfast, is always a vase of tulips, which he had Lyndsay drive him to the store to buy, late at night after I'd gone to bed.

But, it's not perfect. After I ate my breakfast in bed, I still had to get up and make pancakes for everyone else. And I still had to tell the boys to stop fighting a million times because for Pete's sake, it's Sunday, and Mother's Day! The cat still barfed up a hairball on the newly shampooed carpet, and it was 102 degrees outside. (Two things I hate.) I am still a single mom, delicately balancing this new separation, and I am still worried about bills I don't have the money to pay.

But today, I got to lead the Primary children in singing "Mother, I Love You" and "My Mother Dear" during Sacrament meeting, and they sang so well. And the talks were not about perfect examples of motherhood, but of the expectations of men to support the women and mothers in their lives. And today? Today Dylan called me, and he sounded happy. And he told me he loved me. And even though I made dinner tonight, Lyndsay and Aiden didn't balk when I told them they were cleaning up afterwards.

Taken singly, these events of the day seem insignificant, though possibly quaint. But that's how it is with mothering. Day in and day out, a whole routine of minutiae, mundane, do-it-to-have-it-undone sort of tasks. And yet, enough of those days go by and you look at the people who now populate your home (or their own), and your life, and this world, and you stand all amazed that you had something to do with that, whether you birthed them or not. Because the work of mothering is how the real evolution of this world is occurring.

And you tell me that's not powerful.

Surprise! A 40th Birthday Picture Post

The day began with L.A. traffic during morning rush hour, errands, and rain. (Loved the rain!) I got to take a nap, which is always nice, and I had cleared my day of piano lessons. Usually the kids make me taco salad for my birthday dinner, but this year we switched things up and they made taco pizza instead.

It was delicious!

Lyndsay made me my traditional angel food cake with strawberries.

And then things started getting weird. People were rushing around, and Lyndsay told me maybe I should change my clothes for the family picture. I was so confused. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I said, but I got no answer. Don't ask too many questions on birthdays, though. So, I changed.

As I was eating my piece of cake, Lyndsay was telling me, "Hurry up. Get your shoes on. Eat quickly!" And I'm saying, "What in the world is going on?!" Next thing I know, I'm blindfolded and in the car, and Lyndsay is taking me somewhere, while Aiden and Conor are giggling.

Then, Lyndsay is leading me, and I'm taking timid steps.

 When everyone yelled "Surprise!" I screamed. It scared me to death. Apparently, it made for a good reaction. I love the pictures that follow.

This was at my friend Ale's house (my friend who is the children's clothing designer behind Alejandra Kearl Designs) and many friends from church were there, having all worked together to give me this surprise birthday/graduation party.

But then I saw that Hannah was there! Hannah was my best friend from nursing school. She lives about 50 miles away and I hadn't seen her since graduation, but Lyndsay had arranged for her to be there too. I was so happy to see her face!

Love these girls! And boy, do they make yummy food!

 me and Hannah

me and Jennifer

How cute are these cupcakes?! Little fondant band-aids!

And chocolate mints (so delicious!) with the nursing symbol on them! These girls thought of everything!

And mini graduate cupcakes! Love it!

That little stinker Lyns was in on it, helping to arrange my day so I could be celebrated and loved. It was such a great night! I've never had a surprise party like that before. Made me feel so awesome, as I welcome a new decade of my life. Thank you to all my amazing friends! I'm a lucky girl! Love you!