I would have bottled up the car-ride to and from Rigby, Idaho with dear friends, Taunie and Saren to a Power of Moms Retreat.
I would have bottled up the feelings of optimism the three of us felt as we sat around a restaurant table in Brigham City late Saturday night, eating mediocre food and discussing future Power of Moms workshops and retreats.
Most of all, I wish I could have bottled up the time spent with these wonderful women on Saturday for our Idaho Power of Moms Retreat.After spending several hours in front of a computer screen prepping for such an event (emails, registrations, agendas, presentations, etc.) it is always such a reward to then spend the day mingling and learning together with wonderful women and mothers.
I mean fabulous, phenomenal, capable, deliberate mothers who all want to make a difference in their little families. These mothers here mother 164 children!! (That includes me behind the camera.)
(I'm not quite sure what Saren is doing in that lower right photo, but it's good for a laugh!)
I wish I could bottle up the feelings of love, encouragement and gratitude that the mothers in that room felt for one another.
Centerville retreat--she was instrumental in getting our delicious lunch sponsored from Gator Jacks of Rexburg, Idaho.
Of all the things I wish I could bottle up into a jar to remember, I wish I could remember the personal "a-ha moment" I had when this lady shared an experience with one of her children while we were in a small group discussion. It was a huge, personal light bulb moment that I felt was quite possibly the reason I was meant to go to Idaho. I wish I could bottle up the feeling around that kitchen table as this dear mother spoke from her heart, while touching my own. (More on that experience later--it deserves a blog post to itself.)
I cherish the associations I have with so many wonderful women through the Power of Moms. I leave every retreat feeling encouraged and renewed. I wish I could have bottled up the renewed hope, encouragement and peace I felt this weekend about my own mothering to save for times like...
Today, when I just saw the state of my girls' bedroom that they obviously ignored before they went to school, and my 3 year old that has a severe case of crankiness.
Thank goodness for memories.