A Mother Who Knows

**This is a repost of the post I did back in August. My feelings haven't changed. And while there is a lot I could add to this, I will leave it alone. I miss you, Mom.**



A lot of things have been running through my mind lately as we've learned that my Mom has "months" left here.


1st thought: I hate cancer.
For 3+ years you have given a very valiant effort in fighting it.


But mostly my thoughts have been filled with gratitude. I have been blessed to have a "Mother Who Knows", like Julie Beck described in her conference talk in 2007. I was taught the gospel, I learned that the temple was a holy place where I wanted to go one day, I was taught homemaking skills (although I will never be as good as she is at that...), I was taught these and many other things by example.


I have been blessed to have a special relationship with my Mom. We talk nearly everyday on the phone, sometimes multiple times. She is my best friend, besides Darrin, and has given me great advice, mostly when I have parenting issues :0) She is my right hand man when Darrin is out of town or busy in golf tournaments. She volunteers to babysit so we can go to the temple, or when she knows we need a sitter.

Remember when Drew had to have stitches just days after Ethan had staples & Darrin was out of town? My phone conversation with my Mom went like this:

Me: "I have to take Drew to the after hours clinic. He fell and needs stitches."

Mom: "I'm on my way down (from American Fork) right now to watch Syd and Ethan."

(Grandma Cori was able to come so Mom didn't have to drive from A.F....Thanks Cori!)

The other day I was at Target with Ethan & I watched as a grandma arrived at the store to meet up with her grown daughter and grand kids. I had to fight back the tears & swallow the lump in my throat. I will miss doing things just like that with my Mom. I guess you could call them the little things, but in all honesty, they're big things.

I love you, Mom. I will miss you more than words can describe. I hope that I can follow in your footsteps...I have much work to do.

Thanks for holding my hand when I was close to death delivering Drew and whispering prayers in my behalf.

Thanks for always trying to teach me how to be lady-like & acting shocked & appalled when I (on very few occasions) have let out a belch.


Thank you for being a mother who knows.

I hope that you will always be my right hand man.


(and to anyone reading this, go right now and tell your Mom how much you love her and appreciate all she does for you! And enjoy the time you have together.)