Kathy put together a lovely brunch for our moms this year. She gave each mom a bouquet of chocolate-dipped strawberries (she's amazing). I told everyone that today Kathy cleaned the house and slaved in the kitchen, so it was just like any other day. I almost got booed out of the room.
|She's signing that we're "losers" because we haven't given her a nap.|
Did you know that a woman can carry a child for nine months, suffer an excruciating labor for hours on end, deliver a perfectly healthy baby, and still feel like she hasn't done anything worthwhile? Women are so weird. But I love them, especially my two girls.
We need to celebrate the wonderful women in our lives, because they don't get paid for doing their jobs. They don't get medals or honors for wiping snotty faces, potty-training, cleaning, and teaching. They just get tired.
I'll have Neal A. Maxwell finish this up:
"When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will still be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this."