Mr. Jax

About a month ago, I was talking to one of my sweet cousins. We were discussing having children. She told me that she was nervous to start having kids because everytime she asks someone about their children, they tell her it is harder than they thought it would be and it changes your whole life. She told me that she just wanted someone to tell her that they love it and that they would not trade it for the world.
Yesterday, our YW lesson was on homemaking and housekeeping. There was a story linked to the lesson about a woman who asked her class what their goals were and not one of them said, "To be a mom!" It broke my heart.
So, YW of the Droubay Ward and cute N.T., here is why I love being a mom and can't wait until it is my turn for another one.....

Every morning as I pull a drowsy Jaxon out of bed, and bundle him up, to take him to the babysitters, he squeezes me tight and falls alseep on my shoulder. I would not trade it for the world. It helps me get through the long work day.

Jaxon brings the spirit into our home. After church yesterday, he told me all about Satan and how we have to build up a wall so he can not get to us. He also informed me that Satan is Jesus' bad brother. Every night when I tuck Jaxon into bed, he tells me that he misses Jesus and wants to go live with him again. It melts my heart. There is never a night when he forgets to say his prayers. He has such a strong spirit and gives our house the little extra umph that we usually need.

On Saturday, Darrel and I had an argument. I started crying while talking on the phone to him. Jax came over to me and put his arm around me. After I hung up with Darrel, I went to my room and layed down for a minute. Jaxon came in about three minutes later with two stuffed animals, one for me and one for him, and laid right beside me until I felt better. Then he whispered, "I love you, Mom!"

He loves to help. I was working on a vinyl order Saturday when I heard the sink running in the kitchen. I asked him what he was doing and he said, "I am helping you do the dishes, Mom." He loves to wipe the dust off of the TV, shelves, cabinets, counters, floor, books, etc. and loves to do the laundry. Nine times out of ten, he is standing right beside me, adding ingredients to our dinner cooking on the stove. When I am worn out and ready to fall over, he is there as my personal assistant ready to tackle the jobs I despise the most.

When I enter the door at Kelli's to pick him after a long day at the office, as soon as hears me, he runs toward me, jumps into my arms and gives me the biggest, tightest hug you could ever imagine.

He keeps me laughing. He is always trying to make up his own silly jokes. He loves to put on wigs and jump on the bed with me. His favorite activity is to turn up the music and dance his little heart out. He thinks fart-kisses are the bees knees and he loves to do his own special "sweet moves" when he sword fights.

I have to admit, there is a little truth in what she has heard. Kids are hard. The constant "Mom" over and over again, can really get to you somedays. But, those days are few and far in between. When I look back at all the things I have done in my life, Jaxon is my greatest achievement. He keeps me sane, he puts a smile on my face and a tear in my eye. If I could do it all again, I would in a heartbeat. He is my little miracle!