Karsten's third birthday and General Conference were both on Easter Sunday this year. So we waited to celebrate his birthday and get out the Easter outfits until later on in the month.
You know some people say they look just like their dad, and some people say they look just like their mom, but everyone agrees that they all look alike. I guess they just must be a NEVA STUART MIX.
That's me. Mom. Just like I always wanted to be. A mom. A super mom, no less. Six kids later I realize that being a mom is the hardest thing I've ever done, and super certainly doesn't happen very often. There're no All-State Honors, no A grades given, no pictures in the paper or stats on how many diapers you changed in one day. No rewards if you can get your kids to eat their veggies, and you know, there really is nothing to say that you are doing your job as a good mom or not. And so you get to choose... okay, good, great or awesome. Me, I'm probably just okay. That's a tough one for me to swallow when I've always excelled in everything I've done. So I've found that the key is to start each day and give it your best, knowing that your awards will come in happy smiles, hugs with sticky hands, and "I love yous" that melt your heart. And you know, I guess there really could be no better award than those big brown eyes looking at you with love. So though it is hard, very hard, I just take it one smile, one hug and ONE DAY AT A TIME.
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