Happy Busdriver Day to Me!

Tommorrow is Mother's Day, and this year is turning out to be pretty special. Jackson and Savannah Grace have been making me cards and presents all week long, and they have inherited a trait from me, that early presents make better presents! The cards have been so precious...lots of "mommy, I love you" stuff going on around our house the past few days. Jody took all three kids shopping this morning and as soon as they left, I climbed back in bed and caught up on my shows. I love Tevo!! And I love double doses of Oprah, Greys Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, and Little Miss Perfect. As soon as they returned from shopping, Savannah Grace ran immediately to me and told me what they had bought. Man, I love that little girl!

I feel very, very blessed this year. My babies are healthy, happy, and they are each thriving in their own little ways.

Jackson, being the almost 1st grader that he is, is such a good boy. He is thoughtful of others, a good friend to his buddies, an awesome big brother, and lately he is becoming more of a momma's boy than in the past. The past couple of years, he has been all about dad. I have done my best to encourage that relationship, and not feel too hurt, but it is hard when dad is always first choice. But lately, bubba wants his mom. He asks me before every baseball game if I'm going to be the dugout mom. He constantly wants to be in the same room of the house that I'm in... including the itty bitty potty one. Lovely. He wants me to play basketball with him outside after school...this is probably because I'm really close to his level. He always looks for my eye contact when he's made a good hit...whether its baseball practice or a real game. I know that this momma's boy stuff will come and go, but right now, I'm really savoring it.

Savannah Grace...well, she is something else. I can't even put into words accurately how happy I am that she is who she is. I just absolutely adore her. She is everything that I ever dreamed having a little girl would be. I just want to be the best mommy I can for her! She is so strong willed and emotional. She needs a lot of verbal affirmation. She is definately a middle child, but she is also the squeaky wheel! She loves to make up dances and put on shows, she is always bring me the fingernail polish and wanting a manicure. She wants to practice piano everyday, but always ends her practice by playing with her toes. She lets me dress her in all the ruffles and bows that I can possibly get away with! She is a beautiful, wonderful daughter and I am so happy that God chose me to be her mom.

Lilly Claire...just the thought of her makes me smile. She will always be my baby girl. She is the one that I spend most of the day with, and we are definatly buddies. My favorite part of the day is walking into her room after her nap, she is just so happy to see me. She isn't much of a cuddle bug these days, her feet and legs are moving 90 miles a minute....even though she's not walking yet. When I pick her up, her legs just go back and forth so fast! She's like..."let me down, I've got some exploring to do." Although I doll her up with bows and cute shoes and ruffly socks, she takes it all off the minute I turn my head. I always put the bow back on and tell her it's part of her head.

The past few months, I often refer to myself as the busdriver. That is pretty much what I do...drive the kiddos around to their respective activities. I read an article that my preacher wrote for the church newsletter the other day and it has really stuck with me, while I sit at dance or gymnastics, or baseball practice, or piano, or kumon, or in the pick-up line at school. The article said that real blessings happen in the margins. For example, it's not necessarily the dance performance of Savannah Grace's that is the biggest blessing, it is the hour beforehand that is just mommy daughter time, getting her ready. It's not really about getting to baseball practice on time now, it's about geting there a little early so just Jackson and I can play catch on the field...or making him feel that it's ok that he forgot his glove and we have to drive all the way back home to get it! Those are the moments that count, not all the "stuff" I pack into their lives. I am trying so hard not to waste those "to and from" moments or the "getting ready" moments, because those might be the moments that really count. These 3 children and husband of mine, mean the entire world to me. I just hope that I can be what they need and what they deserve.