Friday, May 17, 2013

Mother's Day

There are some people who were born to be mothers. I do not mean that they are any better at the actual job of being a mother than others. I simply mean that when God made them he gave them the intrinsic desire to be a mother. These are the people who love baby dolls as a child, who love to babysit as an adolescent and who love the smell and feel of a newborn in their arms. I am definitely one of those people. I have dreamed of being a mom for as long as I can remember. To me, being a mom was never a want or desire, it was always a need. I needed to carry a baby in my womb for nine months, I needed to hold my newborn in my arms and know that he or she was mine, I needed to nurture my child, laugh with my child, and dry my child's tears.

This is why when I was told that it may be difficult for me to have a child of my own, my world seemed to crumble before me. This is why for those two to three years, Mother's Day resulted in more tears than joy. Because while I celebrated my own wonderful mother and all the mothers that I know and love, there was something missing. I wanted so badly to be a mother myself. I needed to be a mother. Simply because God made me that way. 

This year was different though. This year, I got to snuggle not one but two babies. I got to celebrate the last eight months at a brunch with my wonderful husband. I got showered with flowers and gifts both store bought and hand made. But best of all I got to be a mom. A mom who changes diapers, and wipes noses, and fixes bottles, and plays with blocks, and reads books, and rocks her babies to sleep. I got to be what God made me to be, a mom. A mom who is by no means perfect and who is learning as she goes, but a mom who feels overwhelmed by her blessings and loves every minute she gets with her little family! 

What a great weekend with these two cuties . . . 


Friday night we cooked out with friends. . . 



We played outside on Saturday . . . 



Checked out Artisphere downtown with Aunt Mandi, Greenville's newest resident!!!


Mother's Day could not have been more special!

Brunch at Southern Culture. . . 


Aunt Mandi watched the babies so we could actually eat brunch. . . 


After brunch, we played, played, played. . . 




We walked around downtown. . . 


I sure am one blessed mama!

Thursday, May 9, 2013

My favorite eight words


Everyday, when I go to pick up the babies from Mrs. Hiam’s house, I get to hear my favorite eight words.  Each afternoon when I get to the house, Haley Reese, Hiam’s four-year-old little helper bee, greets me at the door.  After giving me her report on the babies and telling me all about who they played with, what they ate, what their daddy forgot, and how they slept, she runs to the playroom to announce my arrival.  This is when I get to hear my favorite eight words . . . “Ashton and Mary Seegars, your mom is here”. These words never fail to bring a smile to my face because they mean that Ashton and Mary Seegars are mine, that I am blessed to be a mom, that I am blessed to be their mom, that I get to kiss their sweet faces and see their sweet smiles, and that for the next few hours I get to play with the best two babies I know. 

Mary Seegars is OBSESSED with her block! 
Some babies have blankets, some babies have dolls, and I guess some babies have blocks . . . 


I took the babies to Costco the other day.  They loved it and Mary Seegars held on to her "big" brother's overall straps the whole time.  She really does love her brother! 



Well, she loves her brother sometimes.  
We are a little concerned that she might be a bully. . . 



Gash was out of town last weekend, so we had early morning snuggles and playtime in mama's bed!
The babies were not impressed by the flash . . . 



We spent Cinco de Mayo celebrating at church . . 


Best friends hold hands, right?


Right . . .