I know that Mother's Day was over a week ago, but I was cleaning up the house tonight - what better thing is there to do when the husband is away on business?? As I was cleaning up the desk area in the kitchen, I found a bunch of loose papers with drawings on them...in crayon of course. I was flipping through each one to see if there was a treasure to keep (sometimes Evelyn amazes me with her drawings and I have to save them and date them because they are THAT good), and I did find a couple worth saving, but I also found my Mother's Day letter from Gordon in the pile. On the back was brightly colored hearts and flowers and stars and the words 'mommy' with a big heart colored red and then 'daddy' - I read it like Mommy Loves Daddy.
This week - like anytime Gordon is gone - was difficult. The night time comes and the bedtime routine is especially hard without him here. He keeps me positive and laughing at the little things instead of being annoyed and cranky at why the kids aren't in bed yet! Claire was out of bed a few times tonight - 'more potty', 'another drink', 'I can't find my animals'...the usual. I was tempered and tired and going on day 3 without him. Could she NOT stay in bed PLEASE!!!?! After a long haul and an exhausted audible SIGH on my part, I finally came downstairs to a mess. Clothes on the floor, toys spread all over, dishes piled high in the sink, piano papers thrown on the floor, shoes and more shoes, papers and crayons, puzzles undone with pieces now missing...the list can go on and I had to pull my sleeves up and GET IT DONE! I actually started singing in my head words "I don't want to clean up this mess" to the tune of a church song!
When I came across the pile of papers with my letter inside, I completely stopped what I was doing, went to the comfy chair, sat down and read my entire letter ... outloud...by myself. I know it's kind of a personal thing and I won't be offended if you stop reading now, but I want to document this letter ... seeing how easily it was misplaced and how quickly little hands got a hold of it and started coloring it and how I almost mistook it for trash...I would really hate it if this one got tossed on accident. So I want to type it up and make it apart of my personal history in this blog. I will then be able to refer to it EVERY time I feel like today and get that boost that I desperatly needed tonight at the end of a long day. It reads:
My beautiful Jamie, May 13, 2012
Thank you for being my wife. Thank you for saying "yes" so many years ago. Thank you for making the decision to stay home to be with Evelyn...and then Claire...and now, Bonnie too. Thank you for sacrificing so much of your own interests so the girls' needs are met. Thank you for taking care of the house and feeding us delicious food. Thank you for changing diapers. Thank you for waking up in the middle of the night to take care of a crying little one. Thank you for cleaning bathrooms and dust. Thank you for tickeling the girls and laughing. Thank you for bedtime kisses. Thank you for pulling weeds, and playing at the park. Thank you for packing lunches when we have picnics or visit the zoo. Thank you for helping the girls learn how to become young women. Thank you for reading stories. Thank you for sharing your testimony. Thank you for teaching the girls letters and numbers. Thank you for making birthdays so much fun. Thank you for running through the sprinklers with me. Thank you for forgiving me when I make mistakes. Thank you for taking care of my toe nails. Thank you for playing the piano and learning to play my favorite song. Thank you for your opinions and ideas. Thank you for your hugs and kisses. Thank you for adding to this list of reasons for me to be thankful everyday. I love you and thank you for loving me. Happy Mother's Day.
Love, Gordon
I have to get back to the cleaning I was doing before I was interrupted by this loving reminder of why I do what I do, but I wanted to write down how I feel in this moment and that is that no matter how hard my days are. No matter how hard I feel I am struggling with the kids or just life, I know that I have a wonderful spouse that cares for me and loves me and is thanking me for all that I do. I just feel really blessed right now and suddenly ... doing all these chores doesn't seem like such a hard thing afterall.