Today I was mindful of Mothers. As it is Mothering Sunday, my children bombarded me with cards, crafts and kisses this morning. I started the day quite low because of a fall out with some family members yesterday and sat in thought wondering the best action to take on my folly. My seven year old son, Caleb, ran in and jumped on my lap and cuddled me. He could tell I was sad and asked me what was wrong. I just said that I had felt sad about something I had said to someone I loved the day before. With a big grin on his face he touched my face and said "say sorry then", and ran off. The simple logic and wisdom of children I sometimes find overwhelming and picked up the phone straight away and said my sorries. I spend my days sometimes in a blur of laundry, meals, running kids around in the car and kissing knees and soothing tender feelings. It's worth every bit of work..... someone once said... would you rather have, a rosebush with few thorns or with the finest roses, toil, sweat and pain are the birthplace of greatness.
Above is a photograph I took of my sister Michelle and my precious niece Jenna today as we went for our Sunday walk by a river. Her devotion, love and hard work that she demonstrates daily for her family is a constant reminder of the wonder of motherhood.
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