Reposted from July 2010. So much changes in 6 years! Two other daughters have turned “sweet sixteen” since then… Would you like to know what turning “Sweet Sixteen” meant for Sarah? It meant celebrating her birthday for a whole week with desserts I think every …
Month: March 2016
When my husband and I got to church and sat down in the pew behind our son, Peter, who was helping to pass the sacrament, he turned to us and said his friend wanted to know if the Easter Bunny came to our house this morning.
After an inital answer and some thought, I told Peter, “No, the Easter Bunny didn’t come.”
When our children were little, I didn’t want to tell them things that weren’t true or that seemed ridiculous to me. (In saying this, I don’t mean to offend anyone who enjoys our United States holiday traditions.) People dressed up in bunny suits always seemed a little frightening to me! I wanted something different for them. I wanted the focus of our holiday to be on the Savior. So when it came time for Easter, our traditions have included an egg hunt on Saturday, reviewing the events that happened around the atonement, crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ, and a new Sunday outfit for our children, which we laid out on our bed Sunday morning. We taught them that the new clothing was to remind them of the resurrection, and how
“On resurrection morning, I’ll take my body bright
(The Young Women in our ward sang this in our sacrament meeting today. They sang it beautifully, as does this darling 3 year old.)
(Sorry that most of the paragraphs in this post are stuck together. I can’t get there to be spacing between the lines. Hmmm. I need to learn some html or something so I can fix stuff like this….)
This post just makes me laugh! Distracted mother. Reposted from my old blogspot blog, October 19, 2008.
While I was finishing my blog about the 5K from yesterday, the children were painting a poster for Grandpa who is in a very nondescript room in the hospital. Anna wanted to keep painting after the others left. I needed more blog time. “I want to paint my fingernails,” she asked. “Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever,” I said absently.
For tired young moms out there! Reposted from September 19, 2008.
I have just finished toweling dry the last bowl from lunch when Anna dances in. “I’m hungry,” she announces. “We just ate,” I reply. Eying the Top Ramen packages sitting on the counter, she declares, “I want soup.” “Sorry,” I tell her, “We’re not having that kind of of soup right now.” My response doesn’t bother her a bit: “Yep. That’s what I want.” I laugh, because is the most cheerfully unsatisfied customer ever.
I walk over to the computer, because it is moments like these that are so funny to me, and I want to remember them. Anna lays down on the floor and asserts, energetically: “I want to watch a movie!”
Me: “Why don’t you go choose a book you want me to read before your nap?”
A: “I want to watch a movie!”
I ignore Anna for a minute while I type. If she weren’t so cute and if she didn’t have the tiniest little voice and such an entertaining manner, I might lose patience right about now. Lucky for her! But I just have to laugh at how children this age work.
Me: “Would you like a banana or would you like to just go upstairs for your nap without a story?”
A: “I want to read a book.”
Me: “OK, why don’t you go choose one.”
A: “I want you to!”
So I pick out four favorites (Alphabatics, Five Minutes Peace, Joseph Had a Little Overcoat, and Brown Bear, Brown Bear). When we get to the end of Joseph, Anna asks if we can sing the song. We go over to the piano, and soon she has told me to stop and is asking to play it herself, which she does, crooning her delightful, impromptu little nonsensical tune. I laugh and laugh. She asks me to point with the pencil and then mark it off on her sister’s practice page. Oh, she is my carefully observant Anna.
We finish reading and on our way out the family room, she calls for a banana. I oblige, knowing she won’t sleep hungry.
She opens the banana herself, eats it up at the counter, then walks while swinging her hips over to her bike by me. “I finished my mana.” I had better finish typing this, because I can see she is getting a second wind. I better swoop her up to her nap quick! Ah! I am taking too long typing, and she has disappeared to the dollies. She reappears: “I have my baby” and lays her head on my lap. Now I’ve got to seize this moment!
I was just looking at my messy laptop, covered with photos that I had pulled off of iPhoto to upload here a couple of months ago that I haven’t had time to post about. I opened up a few. I found this one from Nate’s mission departure at the SLC airport.
It made me wonder what farewells in heaven are like. Are there family members who weep when someone is sent to earth? I know that there is rejoicing upon their return.
There are a lot of analogies that are easier for me to contemplate after the experience of having a child leave for a significant time and return home. I can empathize in the tiniest way with how Heavenly Father might feel about us leaving and returning home.
Once, when my step-father was dying, he asked Lane to give him a priesthood blessing. In that blessing was a special part about how Heavenly Father was so excited to see him and had missed him so much. I was very touched to hear those very personal words. I hope Doug doesn’t mind me sharing that. I don’t think he would. I think he would want people to know that no matter how young or old we grow, or where we are in our spiritual maturity, we are still children to our Heavenly Father, and He knows us individually and loves us unconditionally, individually, and immensely. I felt that during that blessing.
I’m grateful for all of the experiences, both sweet and difficult, that we get by being a part of a family. Making home a part of heaven is a great journey. “The home is where we are nurtured and where we prepare ourselves for living in mortality. It is also where we prepare ourselves for death and for immortality because of our belief and understanding that there is life after death, not only for the individual but also for the family” (Robert D. Hales, “The Eternal Family”). I have tasted so much already about conception, birth, pain, challenge, love, growth, patience, happiness, sadness, and death. I know I’ve only tasted a very thin sliver of the collective human experience, but I’m grateful for what I’ve had. I’m so grateful I got to come to earth, that my parents chose to have me. What a gift it is to be alive!
There’s so much I wish I had time to write about! I write 100 posts in a month in my head, but I only have time to type out a few. I wasn’t even planning to write this one, but I’m glad I got that little memory recorded. Life is sacred. It’s worth remembering.