"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived."
— Marjorie Pay Hinckley
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived."
— Marjorie Pay Hinckley
This quote ran through my mind many times today. I've been puked on, pooped on, pee-peed on. I've bathed my people. I've read to my people. I've taught piano lessons and practiced with them and chauffeured them. I've washed their clothes, their dishes and their mouths. I've fed them and hugged them and sung to them. I've helped them pick up their toys and clean up scraps of paper and crayons. I've marveled at their creations and made sure no one got lost at the park.
I go to bed thoroughly worn out and thoroughly grateful I am a mother to my people. It is exhausting, yet energizing to do what you love. And I love being a mother.
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You're awesome Betsy.
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