Mother's Day
Church was fine. My good humor prevailed. We sang a super slow and tragic sacrament hymn with six verses. The adult speaker was the father of young children whose wife stays at home. He ticked all the boxes for defending her/their choices as if they were under attack, including the obligatory reference to the mothers of Helaman's army. At-home parents under attack has not been my observation in the world. Mostly people outside of my church are better at minding their own business. I have only ever heard about mothering under attack within my Church culture. And someone besides me must realize that the promise of survival against the enemy had to be a specific, contextual spiritual gift given to them, not a promise for faith and obedience generally. And then we closed by singing "Love at Home." Slowly. At least the ward music leader with a predilection for dirges is moving.
Thankfully the meeting was ten minutes shorter than last year and we moved on to Relief Society, which was fine. It's graduation weekend and time that many people are leaving our ward for their next phase, so it was pretty emotional for a lot of people. The Elders Quorum (NOT the priesthood) took care of teaching Primary and the young women joined us. After a song by some youth and a talk by a member of the RS presidency, we had snacks in the gym. And we still got Mother's Day chocolate.
Noah and Anna had agreed to make lunch for me. On Saturday after Amelia's surgery, they switched the menu from beef and broccoli stir-fry to carrot and orange soup with cheese sandwiches. My thought was, "It's Mother's Day, not Amelia's Day." But I told them today as they were cooking how considerate that was of them, which I truly believe. I managed my disappointment myself, knowing that Amelia was likely to refuse to eat regardless.
My ministering brothers came by with flowers for me and the recovering Amelia shortly before our lunch was ready. We had a nice chat for a few minutes. After lunch, Noah, Anna and I played Dominion a couple of times. I had never played with The Witch before, nor The Gardens. Noah won, then Anna won, then they left.
Alice called in the middle of the second game, so we chatted a bit on speaker. I opened the gift of garden gloves she had sent, then decided to go outside and rake up the maple seeds from my backyard, just for something to do outside for a little while. And to use my new gloves. It's great that they don't have holes in the fingers!
Before church was over, Amelia was texting me about taking her medicine, which I had dosed up for her in syringes before I left. She is struggling to deal with it all. Her dad bought her the longboard. She was at her dad's house when she fell and broke her jaw. Somehow, though, she is angry at me. She tries to use taking her medicine as a lever to get what she wants, which is mostly not to be at my house. Once I arrived home I continued to receive numerous text messages from the split level below that she hates me. On my fifth 14-year-old, this is not a first. The last message I got in the thread was "Go to hell." I can't remember for sure whether that's a first. My oldest might have said that to me, but I don't think she ever texted it. At any rate, Tom and Amelia snuck out of the house and went, presumably, to their dad's house. It's nearly time for the next round of pain meds, so we'll see whether they come back any time soon. Tomorrow they are back with their dad for the week.
Happy Mother's Day!
Thankfully the meeting was ten minutes shorter than last year and we moved on to Relief Society, which was fine. It's graduation weekend and time that many people are leaving our ward for their next phase, so it was pretty emotional for a lot of people. The Elders Quorum (NOT the priesthood) took care of teaching Primary and the young women joined us. After a song by some youth and a talk by a member of the RS presidency, we had snacks in the gym. And we still got Mother's Day chocolate.
Noah and Anna had agreed to make lunch for me. On Saturday after Amelia's surgery, they switched the menu from beef and broccoli stir-fry to carrot and orange soup with cheese sandwiches. My thought was, "It's Mother's Day, not Amelia's Day." But I told them today as they were cooking how considerate that was of them, which I truly believe. I managed my disappointment myself, knowing that Amelia was likely to refuse to eat regardless.
My ministering brothers came by with flowers for me and the recovering Amelia shortly before our lunch was ready. We had a nice chat for a few minutes. After lunch, Noah, Anna and I played Dominion a couple of times. I had never played with The Witch before, nor The Gardens. Noah won, then Anna won, then they left.
Alice called in the middle of the second game, so we chatted a bit on speaker. I opened the gift of garden gloves she had sent, then decided to go outside and rake up the maple seeds from my backyard, just for something to do outside for a little while. And to use my new gloves. It's great that they don't have holes in the fingers!
Before church was over, Amelia was texting me about taking her medicine, which I had dosed up for her in syringes before I left. She is struggling to deal with it all. Her dad bought her the longboard. She was at her dad's house when she fell and broke her jaw. Somehow, though, she is angry at me. She tries to use taking her medicine as a lever to get what she wants, which is mostly not to be at my house. Once I arrived home I continued to receive numerous text messages from the split level below that she hates me. On my fifth 14-year-old, this is not a first. The last message I got in the thread was "Go to hell." I can't remember for sure whether that's a first. My oldest might have said that to me, but I don't think she ever texted it. At any rate, Tom and Amelia snuck out of the house and went, presumably, to their dad's house. It's nearly time for the next round of pain meds, so we'll see whether they come back any time soon. Tomorrow they are back with their dad for the week.
Happy Mother's Day!
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