The experiences that only motherhood could produce have changed me tremendously. I remember once Owen was born and then again when Charly came along, that suddenly the world turned in to an amazing playground. Something to crawl, walk, or slobber on. They have taught me to slow down and notice the smallest of things like a worm or a Cheerio stuck in a weird place. I have learned to cool my temper, to be an advocate for them, to be patient, to reschedule, to say "no" and "yes". I have rediscovered the joy of playing cars and making toys talk, of wearing really cool bandaids even without a boo boo, and getting dirty outside. With them I love reading books, learning, cuddling, kissing, tickling, singing, dancing and discovering. They have taught me that sacrafice does yeild blessings, that the Lord does hear your prayers, that while life isn't fair you can still be happy, and that the love between a mother and child is the greatest that you can experience. Heavenly Father has better sight than we do and He knew that in families we would have trials and pain but through them we would have blessings and joy. I'm grateful to have been trusted and blessed with my children. I pray that I can help raise them up to the potential that God know is within them.
I think it is clear how the morning started.
He protested all the way to the car. 
Then a little reminder for me. :( It was hard having him gone, but it really wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. No tears. :)
Then tah-dah! I picked him up right on time and he was happy. He said he liked school and that he would go back tomorrow. The teacher told me he ate his breakfast and did well all day. He did get upset once and asked for his Daddy, but got over it quickly.
