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What a lovely weekend. The husband indulged my every whim, which includes many things that are normally not on his list of favorite things to do. Saturday was spent cleaning out the garage, venturing to Lowe's for my new mother's day present, returning home to assemble said gift and realizing the screws included were too short, admitting defeat for the day (you can't win 'em all, right?), and eating Chinese food at our favorite local place. My fortune was the perfect Mother's Day sentiment, and really the solution to some of my musings on selfishness/selflessness last week: "Rest not from duty, but find rest in it." And so on Sunday, that is what I tried to do.
I woke up and made two batches of waffles, these for the majority of the family (sans cheese- I haven't been brave enough to try it yet), and an egg-free, rice milk batch for the baby. I made dough for rolls so I could roll them out and shape them later, giving them time to raise while we were at church. I talked to my mom on the phone and felt bad that her gift was not yet in the mail. I bathed the baby so he could catch an early nap. I wrapped gifts and wrote cards for important mothers in my life while the husband bathed the big kids, and then I took over for lotioning and combing and dressing. I shaped rolls while the husband fed the kids lunch and we listened to music. I showered and make-upped and ironed my dress for church and got us all there on time.
And then something happened that is overwhelming and wonderful and happy and bittersweet all rolled into one. For the past three years I have served in my church in the presidency of our women's organization. It has been an incredible experience full of growth and service and love and fun, and it's been a huge part of my life. Yesterday I was released from that job (the bittersweet) and called to do something different (the overwhelming/wonderful/happy). I am now the president of the primary, the organization for children ages 18 months to12 years old. I will be working with wonderful women to lead these children, and I am really excited. I can't wait to be there with my kids. I can't wait to listen to children's voices singing beautiful music each week. And I can't wait for the learning and growth and service that is sure to come in this new opportunity. It felt like such a perfect day for this new calling to come. I can't think of anything more appropriate for Mother's Day than nurturing, and I have an opportunity to nurture a lot of children with my new responsibilities.
We finished off yesterday with delicious dinner at the in-law's and gifts of love and adoration. We talked about our Sundays and about motherhood and about our families. We watched cousins have fun. We lingered over desserts of peach cobbler and strawberry shortcake and cookie bars. And then we returned home and tucked in kids way too late and went to bed at a respectable hour, a good way to start the week.
A great weekend indeed. And despite the rain and cold outside, I think it's going to be a great week. Be back soon!