A Lesson About Good Friends.

Prepare for the understatement of the century: Motherhood is HARD! 

It is so hard. Whether you have one child or six children… it is a rough job. Days are consumed by feeding, protecting, cleaning, stressing, kissing, organizing, and most importantly teaching. Teaching is the rough part. I often struggle to find the words to answer life’s more difficult questions in a way that my children will understand. Sometimes there are no right answers. Motherhood is a learning process. Some days we fail but some days we get it right… Some days we get it really, really right.  Those are the moments we should all remember, the days we highlight and strive for. These aren’t the days that everything gets done, dishes clean, laundry washed… No. These are the days (or moments) that our morals, our kindness, and our love shine through in our children’s actions. Today is one of those days for a few mothers I know. 

Newcastle, Utah is a simple, small town full of extraordinary mothers. I quite often feel intimidated and inferior to them. Motherhood is not a competition but if it were, I wouldn’t stand a fighting chance. Just out of observation, I have learned so much from these astonishing women this year. I’m left humbled and eternally grateful.

We’ve been so blessed to live in this small town full of sweet little souls. With such natural grace, they have loved my boy unconditionally. The kindness of 2 little boys, in particular, has brought me to tears on more than one occasion this year. School is tough and kids can be so cruel… but not these kindergarteners. Everywhere we go, there is a little six year old hollering “HEY KELSON!” No one could ever possibly understand how I love hearing those little words coming from little mouths. They think Kelson is hilarious, witty, and they love him… autism, anxiety, tantrums and all… so I love them, with all of me. I solemnly believe that they are the product of divinely beautiful and strong mothers.

For a few weeks now, Kelson has been going on and on about his little friends at school that share their Legos with him on the bus. He obsesses so when I say that he went on and on about the Legos, I really mean it. Ha. He hadn’t been that excited about anything (unrelated to video games) in a very long time. I decided to buy some for him for Valentine’s Day. I brought home a box full of Spongebob Legos and his face lit up. He couldn’t wait to share them with his friends!

The next day, he took a little Spongebob figurine and a little Gary (the snail) in his backpack. He left for the bus 10 minutes early. He COULD NOT WAIT! I spent the day on cloud nine. I am so grateful for his little friends at school.  When he got off the bus, I was waiting by the front door. I couldn’t wait to hear about the games they played on the bus. As soon as I saw his face, I knew something had happened. He ran to his room and closed the door.

I gave him a little time and then went to talk to him. He explained to me that he had lost his little Spongebob and he just knew that he’d never see it again. He was so sure someone had taken it. My heart broke. I panicked, raced to my laptop, ordered another Spongebob figurine, and paid extra for faster delivery.

I have been anxiously waiting and waiting for the new little Spongebob. It came this afternoon.

Before I could even give it to him, Kelson came bouncing in the house this afternoon. He was so excited to tell me that one of his little friends found it and gave it to him today! He couldn’t stop smiling. It is amazing how something SO small could make this boy SO happy.

I chose to take this opportunity and talk to him about what wonderful friends he has. Life moves too quickly and we often take the good stuff for granted. This afternoon, the good stuff is all that matter.

Good friends.
We have such good friends.
Thank you babies.
Thank you for loving my boy as much as he loves you.