MEET AMY......

Do you ever get butterflies while waiting for someones blog to load.....waiting to see what their next post is going to be and hoping....praying....there is a new one to read? I do. And I'm hoping she doesn't mind that I share her and her blog with you today because I get butterflies every time I click on her link.

Meet Amy Schofield. She can be found blogging over at Party of Six. She is one of the Temple daughters of our beloved friends from the East Coast. What I think I love most about her blog is that there is such tenderness, love, humility, fear and insecurity in her writings. And most importantly such honesty. The tenderness and humility that she feels towards motherhood comes through so poignantly in her writings. And the sweet, pure love she feels for her children....even on those days that she wants to throw her hands up in the air and quit....amazing. Even when she is proud of her children...there is a gentleness to it. She inspires me, she softens me. And for those reasons, I want to share her with you today. Here are four little snippets from her post. Enjoy....with butterflies.

This is Amy with her sweet little Molly.

"trust me....you want one

Molly kisses...A LOT. The funny thing is, that as intense as this little girl is, her kisses are so gentle and tender. I want to be able to remember them...for those days when they won't be free anymore. I don't really know how to capture the experience other than a picture and some details. It's the sweetest little kiss you will ever receive...EVER. So soft, no pucker, a tiny little sound. They are warm and squishy, but not wet. Sometimes they are accompanied by a mmmmwa, but usually not. They make me happy. Happy that she loves, happy that she is mine, hopeful that she will always be a kind, little person."

"tears & fears....

......Do you sometimes forget what your role is as a mother? I do. Briefly. Last night it happened. Dave had left to go to YM at the church, and I was alone with the kids again, just like I had been all day. I was tired. I felt really pregnant. I had promised American Idol, but they needed showers. I needed to fold laundry, clean up after dinner. I felt completely overwhelmed, like I just couldn't tackle it all. Ridiculous, I know, but it's how I felt. I yelled at the girls. Because they couldn't get all the shampoo out of their hair, because they couldn't figure out how to shut off the water. I made them cry. That is not the role of a mother. I felt sick inside. See, you can't take moments like that back. You can love them, hug them, apologize to them, but you can't take it back. I hate regrets. I don't want there ever to be ANY question about how I feel about them. Ever. They are my little people. I need to be kinder, more patient, more giving. I will today. I promise. "

"Elizabeth's and Emily's BIG Day...

..... Arriving at the church. I think they both look like they are ready to burst! It was such a happy, happy day. Everything about the day was seamless. Perfect. The meeting was beautiful. The spirit was present. After the talks were over, we were told to go down the hall and head towards the font. It was time. The girls practically ran, smiling, giggling and holding hands. How did I get entrusted with such sweet little spirits? I was overwhelmed with love for them. Watching them enter the water, be baptized by their dad, then come out of the water with smiles that covered their pretty faces."

"his latest.....

..... This is what Alex has been working on with his sweet art teacher for months. This is what he brought out to the car, carefully wrapped in newspaper. This is what he will now hang proudly on his bedroom wall. I am proud as punch. He is radiating. I love him so much. I believe he has a gift. His big thing right now...the thing he asks me to do every single day...is play on the computer. On Microsoft Word. He is consumed with creating stories, illustrations, using cool fonts. I'm not sure how to nurture this talent for him...the computer stuff. Are there classes for 9 year olds? Graphic designer in the making. I just know it."