Happy Mother's Day!

Mother's Day. 

We start off so scared. 

I can remember the fear that overwhelmed me when we brought Adam home from the hospital.   I couldn't believe the nurses were just letting us go home with this baby. I loved when the visitors came during the day because it meant I wasn't the only adult at home. I dreaded night time; and during the day I called Gordie on the phone at work begging him to come home at four pm because I was afraid being alone with my poor baby. 

But we are hopelessly smitten. 

The smell of the baby, the precious weight on your shoulder when they fall asleep. How I have loved my babies. Falling asleep holding a sleeping baby on your chest  is one of the most relaxing feelings known to mother. 

I'm still smitten, 13 years later. I watch him standing in the kitchen talking to me about going to Toronto. I drink in the sight because he's leaving me for the weekend. I want to remember him standing right there, by the end of the island. Because I know how much I am going to miss him. And I miss the way he used to call me "Mumby". 

After 10 years, I am still smitten with a quiet baby who has grown into a quiet yet precocious young man. At 10 weeks I wrote in his baby book "Wake up Davy, so we can get to know you." He just ate and slept, and got very fat. Now he's lanky and smart and hates to sleep. 

And after 8 years, I'm still smitten with a dark haired beauty who took my breath away when they finally got around to telling me the baby is a girl. Who-hoooo! Sometimes when she is talking to me I feel my breath catch and I realize how blessed I am to have this daughter. A very sweet and precious daughter. 

And after 4 and half years, I'm still smitten with a little blonde boy that we all went crazy for the moment he was born. His impact on the family reverberates each day as he arises and each night as he lays down. 

In hindsight,  I see how quickly those initial fears dissipated, reborn as fear of dirt bikes, bullies, immoral societal standards and Internet. 

But most of all I fear that I will misrepresent to them the One who gave them to me in the first place. I know that if I don't teach them about Christ, they will learn that He isn't important and I fear that. I fear them not following Him. Not depending on Him. I fear them falling into a trap of having it all look good on the outside but not taking care to make sure that their hearts are His. I fear bringing them up in a "christian home" rather than a "Christ-centered home". It humbles me to be a mother. God is gracious, so gracious. 

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I really miss my MOM!! 

Yes, I just blog-shouted that. 

We had Mom, Dad and Maria over for Mother's Day. We were joined by TimBob, Betty and Gene. As usual, good times. 

Gordie made the dinner which consisted of Veal Roast; Salt Lick Potatoes, broccoli, salad, Eggplant medallions with Caprese Salad and I made Elsie's famous German Apple Cake for dessert.

As a way to pay Mother's Day homage to my late grandmother, I used my china which she had bought me as a wedding present. That's right- 10 place settings were bought by her. It is called  "Albany" by Royal Doulton and I am as in love with it as I was 19 years ago when I chose it. 

I used my two pitchers from my Mom, the little round one that makes people nervous when they attempt to set it down again, and the green Jadeite pitcher. 

Roses from my hubby and kids: 

We came home from meeting to see the oven door wide open. Which would be alarming, yet fine, on any other Sunday. But today, a veal roast was supposed to be roasting inside that oven. In fact, the roast had cooked partially so we aren't sure what might have happened. Dad R. found this yellow cinch that saved Gord from holding the door shut for another hour. 

The Eggplant. Gord was up at 6 am making this stuff. So delicious. Eggplant sliced thin, breaded and sauted, a slice of fresh mozzarella, balsamic glaze, fresh tomato, kosher salt! Can we rewind back to 2pm and start eating all over again??

Loved my day, love my peeps and YOU, for even reading this far :)