Well, another Christmas is winding down! It was a fun one! everyone seemed excited about their new treasure troves.
This is the first year my two year old actually grasped the whole thing. She picked out the greatest gifts ever for her sibblings and dad. Later Dad took her out to buy my gift. She was so excited to tell me she got me a cupcake book! Everyone kept trying to tell her she could surprise me if she waited. She informed them however this:"I am going to teuw my momma dat I dot her a cup cake book!" she was determined she had the right to tell me what ever she wished.
She was so excited about each of her gifts she recieved as well! I enjoy watching each of the kids be so excited about what they get each other and recieve. Honestly they get excited over the home-made stars, the animals, and the nicer things. It is fun.
My husband asked me what we were going to do once they all get married and have families of their own. It is weird to think that far down the road. We have from age 7mos. to 27 yrs. We are hoping to add one more to our clan before calling it quits so it will be at least 21-22 years before that is a concern. What will we do then? when we no longer have little ones at home to enjoy it with? A question I am glad I have several years to answer. Even if it does come sooner than I would like.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Perspective
I was at church today and given a new insight. It might be a bit too quirky for some of you out here, but here it is:
During Sacrament our two year old took her bread and devoured it! After which she replied : "Momma, dis bwead is delicious!"
I thought it was cute, but really when you think about it, when we partake of the atonement as it is intended, it can be quite delicious...even satisfying.
During Sacrament our two year old took her bread and devoured it! After which she replied : "Momma, dis bwead is delicious!"
I thought it was cute, but really when you think about it, when we partake of the atonement as it is intended, it can be quite delicious...even satisfying.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
So if you notice my quote by C.S. Lewis off to the side here, it has been my favorite since I was in college and first heard it. It really is an amazing one. However it just became clear to me, when I chose to marry my husband, I gave full demolition power to the Savior. I really don't like that all too much. My cottage was cozy and warm.
I'm not liking this whole mortality thing all too much. It is painful I'm sure many can agree. It is painful when I think I am the victim. But it is excruciatingly more so when I discover I have victimized those who were honestly trying to do their best, had a human moment, and I take that as the inner-most part of their heart. When in reality it is indubitably one of those things, that I would hope could be over looked in my own actions as just what it was, a human moment.
Sorry.
I'm not liking this whole mortality thing all too much. It is painful I'm sure many can agree. It is painful when I think I am the victim. But it is excruciatingly more so when I discover I have victimized those who were honestly trying to do their best, had a human moment, and I take that as the inner-most part of their heart. When in reality it is indubitably one of those things, that I would hope could be over looked in my own actions as just what it was, a human moment.
Sorry.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Life's Little Lessons on venting
My lessons seem to be taught in a painful manner at times. I've been told that pain can mean growth, however I wouldn't mind entirely going around the growing pains. I could do without them. But here is the latest little lesson.
Venting I hear is good. I do it often enough that I hope no one takes this personal, like I said this is a lesson I am learning. I am finding however that venting can have some awfully painful comebacks. There are two of these returns that I would like to talk about.
Let me set this up with person A, person B, and person C. A, being the venter, B being the listener, and C being the offender. This will simplify what I am trying to express.
First. When person A vents to person B, involved or not, no matter how unbiased they say they can be, person A's words will affect the way "B" will view person C. Whether "B" the listener knows of "C", person A is paining a picture. So even if person B never meets the person C, person "A" has developed a picture for "B". It is only natural then to make judgments off that painting later.
Second. After person "A" is done venting person B may at times think they are doing a favor for both "A" and "C" if they intervene and explain for "A" to "C" what has been vented about. This can be a problem because since the "A" was just venting at the time, they may be way over it later. Then "C" finds out that they have made an offense that possibly they had absolutely no intentions of making, nor clue that it would have been taken as such.
With "B"'s good intentions only comes more hurt feelings. Feelings that "C" needed not to experience, and possibly "A" had not intended to be forwarded so to say. Also, Person "A" may have wanted to confront it them selves, and felt that venting would possibly help them to put it into perspective. Or that "B" may have some suggestions themselves on how to take what was taken.
See there are so many variables to this and I am still learning them. Life's lessons hurt at times. It stinks. But like I have been told, Pain means growth right? I have played all three of these roles as have each of us, its a cycle and it still stinks.
Venting I hear is good. I do it often enough that I hope no one takes this personal, like I said this is a lesson I am learning. I am finding however that venting can have some awfully painful comebacks. There are two of these returns that I would like to talk about.
Let me set this up with person A, person B, and person C. A, being the venter, B being the listener, and C being the offender. This will simplify what I am trying to express.
First. When person A vents to person B, involved or not, no matter how unbiased they say they can be, person A's words will affect the way "B" will view person C. Whether "B" the listener knows of "C", person A is paining a picture. So even if person B never meets the person C, person "A" has developed a picture for "B". It is only natural then to make judgments off that painting later.
Second. After person "A" is done venting person B may at times think they are doing a favor for both "A" and "C" if they intervene and explain for "A" to "C" what has been vented about. This can be a problem because since the "A" was just venting at the time, they may be way over it later. Then "C" finds out that they have made an offense that possibly they had absolutely no intentions of making, nor clue that it would have been taken as such.
With "B"'s good intentions only comes more hurt feelings. Feelings that "C" needed not to experience, and possibly "A" had not intended to be forwarded so to say. Also, Person "A" may have wanted to confront it them selves, and felt that venting would possibly help them to put it into perspective. Or that "B" may have some suggestions themselves on how to take what was taken.
See there are so many variables to this and I am still learning them. Life's lessons hurt at times. It stinks. But like I have been told, Pain means growth right? I have played all three of these roles as have each of us, its a cycle and it still stinks.
Monday, December 8, 2008
A tribute to Two
There are many amazing people that have entered and left my life. Leaving prints along the way. Two of these most amazing are men who have stepped out this past week.
Joseph B. Worthlin was an extraordinary man. He was an Apostle and cared for and loved all of those he served. He had a great since of humor which was quite obvious in his last talk given in Octobers conference. Elder Worthlin had a perspective of life that I and many others grew to respect over the years and to which I am very grateful. He is, in my book, one of the great ones!
The other man is known on a smaller scale, yet the people who knew him will agree to what a great man he was. Bro Harnegle passed away also, his time has come where he too is no longer held back by his physical frame. He taught my temple prep class before my mission and had a testimony that was profoundly touching. His way was gentle, and humble. Even when he felt like he had given his all, he showed immense faith and continued forward always positive. He shared with me one day that his favorite song is I Need Thee Every Hour.
I have learned so much from these men. The feeling of absence is felt. A bit of sorrow also. Not for their leaving this frail life, rather for those who had not had the chance to feel of their great spirits. Nor taste of the great teachings they shared, both by speech and example. What a strength they have been to many. I am grateful I had the privilege of walking with them through this life. What a blessing.
Joseph B. Worthlin was an extraordinary man. He was an Apostle and cared for and loved all of those he served. He had a great since of humor which was quite obvious in his last talk given in Octobers conference. Elder Worthlin had a perspective of life that I and many others grew to respect over the years and to which I am very grateful. He is, in my book, one of the great ones!
The other man is known on a smaller scale, yet the people who knew him will agree to what a great man he was. Bro Harnegle passed away also, his time has come where he too is no longer held back by his physical frame. He taught my temple prep class before my mission and had a testimony that was profoundly touching. His way was gentle, and humble. Even when he felt like he had given his all, he showed immense faith and continued forward always positive. He shared with me one day that his favorite song is I Need Thee Every Hour.
I have learned so much from these men. The feeling of absence is felt. A bit of sorrow also. Not for their leaving this frail life, rather for those who had not had the chance to feel of their great spirits. Nor taste of the great teachings they shared, both by speech and example. What a strength they have been to many. I am grateful I had the privilege of walking with them through this life. What a blessing.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Innocence
I was reminded of why we are commanded to become as little children through a conversation of my 10 year old and 2 year old. Their conversation went something like this:
What do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas this year?
I want pink pwesents!
But what kind of presents do you want?
I want dem aul to be pink!
Okay, but once you open them what do you want?
I no care. I dust want pink pwesents!
My son finally gave up. But the lesson was simple. she didn't really care what she got, as long as it was wrapped in pink paper. Honestly she would be happy with anything we give her. She won't be disappointed for what ever reason, she will be happy that she has a new toy, it will be something new to experience and enjoy. She is unaware of all that is available to her.
How often have I thought about the simple fact that Heavenly Father knows me best. He has many great gifts picked out for me. He wants to give them to me. At times I don't open them, possibly because I think I know what it is and know I won't like it. Or maybe all I see is the paper and am content with that. What if I don't even acknowledge it? Or how about this, Some of those gifts are only available upon my asking for them. Just as children give a list for Santa. I don't think I need to make a list forever long, but too, I don't think it hurts to ask for things either. Like leaving a glass of milk and those delicious chocolate chip cookies, I too can thank our Heavenly Father.
I could ask for a simple thing like the color of paper for my gift to come in and be pleasantly surprised by the gift that has been thoughtfully picked out for and given to me. Without a second thought.
What do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas this year?
I want pink pwesents!
But what kind of presents do you want?
I want dem aul to be pink!
Okay, but once you open them what do you want?
I no care. I dust want pink pwesents!
My son finally gave up. But the lesson was simple. she didn't really care what she got, as long as it was wrapped in pink paper. Honestly she would be happy with anything we give her. She won't be disappointed for what ever reason, she will be happy that she has a new toy, it will be something new to experience and enjoy. She is unaware of all that is available to her.
How often have I thought about the simple fact that Heavenly Father knows me best. He has many great gifts picked out for me. He wants to give them to me. At times I don't open them, possibly because I think I know what it is and know I won't like it. Or maybe all I see is the paper and am content with that. What if I don't even acknowledge it? Or how about this, Some of those gifts are only available upon my asking for them. Just as children give a list for Santa. I don't think I need to make a list forever long, but too, I don't think it hurts to ask for things either. Like leaving a glass of milk and those delicious chocolate chip cookies, I too can thank our Heavenly Father.
I could ask for a simple thing like the color of paper for my gift to come in and be pleasantly surprised by the gift that has been thoughtfully picked out for and given to me. Without a second thought.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Christmas
Well, its beginning to get crazy! The count down has begun! The hustle and bustle is no longer looming, it is here! I love the music, and I love the food, I even love the socializing of everything. I love the smells if Christmas! Peppermint, hot cider, baking of sorts, fires, ginger bread, Pine, all are reminders of this holiday! People are more friendly, you get hello's from strangers, cards from old friends. Lights are everywhere! I love the sounds of jingle bells, and children's laughter! I love the anticipation of Christmas morning and watching the children's excitement and they pick out gifts they know the others are going to love! These are but a few of the things I enjoy about this holiday. That and the spirit of it all!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Life's little Lessons
Here is a lesson I am being taught time and time again. The lesson is the importance of open communication.
Open communication does not just consist of being able to express one's self. No, it also means we need to...no, we have to be willing to listen. And then there is the part that becomes tricky, that is to be respectful. This one isn't only tricky because often times we feel like we are the one's in the right, but because it needs to go both ways. Thus both parties, or all parties need to posses this characteristic before this process can be accomplished.
I must preface this with the fact that I have married a man who has been blessed to be raised in a home where this was practiced in the day-to-day. Also that he has had to show quite a bit of patience in my direction.
When we first married it wasn't just the two of us. We have five children who were already in existence. They have already developed their opinions about many things. Too, they had developed a pattern in their daily living. I came along and felt like there were a lot of things that needed changing. Like many have learned, "it is hard to teach an old dog new tricks."
The first year of our marriage was the most difficult for everyone I believe, but I can only speak for myself. One of the greatest controversies was disciplining the children. As is in many relationships I believe, both parents are raised with different expectations and learning. In many cases the parents are able to discuss discipline before the children come along. However I have heard and seen that even with that prep time there are instances where one feels like he/she is compromising more than the other even after these discussions in the area of raising children.
So, back to me needing to change everything. I went about it wrong. Not because I had the intent of destroying children's lives but because a method had already been developed. Instead of gaining the respect I wanted, I was pushing the children away. My husband told me the goal should be to decide what was of most serious importance. Don't attack everything at once. Pick one thing and work on that for a bit. You want to keep ties open with the children so that as they get older they will be willing to, if not want, to talk to you about things that may be even more important in the future.
Through this there have been times I have been selfish and said things to jab at individuals. I have expressed things to my husband that were momentary feelings. Not necessarily nice. He has to been patient with me. By way of his patience I have learned how important it is to be patient myself and to often times put my pride aside. I have to admit I am wrong at times and other times let others figure out they are wrong. It isn't easy, and I have much to work on myself. I just thought I would put this out there.
P.S. Another thing I have learned is if I ignore people, not talk to them etc. I have a tendency to make things bigger than they really are in my mind. Then when I think I am over it and it comes up again, well, the bigness often times looks even bigger. Even though it hurts to talk because you feel like you are being ignored, or going to be hurt, many times I have found it is much less painful to just put it out there on the table for everyone to know.
Open communication does not just consist of being able to express one's self. No, it also means we need to...no, we have to be willing to listen. And then there is the part that becomes tricky, that is to be respectful. This one isn't only tricky because often times we feel like we are the one's in the right, but because it needs to go both ways. Thus both parties, or all parties need to posses this characteristic before this process can be accomplished.
I must preface this with the fact that I have married a man who has been blessed to be raised in a home where this was practiced in the day-to-day. Also that he has had to show quite a bit of patience in my direction.
When we first married it wasn't just the two of us. We have five children who were already in existence. They have already developed their opinions about many things. Too, they had developed a pattern in their daily living. I came along and felt like there were a lot of things that needed changing. Like many have learned, "it is hard to teach an old dog new tricks."
The first year of our marriage was the most difficult for everyone I believe, but I can only speak for myself. One of the greatest controversies was disciplining the children. As is in many relationships I believe, both parents are raised with different expectations and learning. In many cases the parents are able to discuss discipline before the children come along. However I have heard and seen that even with that prep time there are instances where one feels like he/she is compromising more than the other even after these discussions in the area of raising children.
So, back to me needing to change everything. I went about it wrong. Not because I had the intent of destroying children's lives but because a method had already been developed. Instead of gaining the respect I wanted, I was pushing the children away. My husband told me the goal should be to decide what was of most serious importance. Don't attack everything at once. Pick one thing and work on that for a bit. You want to keep ties open with the children so that as they get older they will be willing to, if not want, to talk to you about things that may be even more important in the future.
Through this there have been times I have been selfish and said things to jab at individuals. I have expressed things to my husband that were momentary feelings. Not necessarily nice. He has to been patient with me. By way of his patience I have learned how important it is to be patient myself and to often times put my pride aside. I have to admit I am wrong at times and other times let others figure out they are wrong. It isn't easy, and I have much to work on myself. I just thought I would put this out there.
P.S. Another thing I have learned is if I ignore people, not talk to them etc. I have a tendency to make things bigger than they really are in my mind. Then when I think I am over it and it comes up again, well, the bigness often times looks even bigger. Even though it hurts to talk because you feel like you are being ignored, or going to be hurt, many times I have found it is much less painful to just put it out there on the table for everyone to know.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Kids say the Darndest
After getting a flu shot and witnessing her little brother get three shots and begin to cry, my two year old turned to the nurse with tears in her eyes and said: "My broder no yike you! and I no yike you eader!" I wish I had the guts to put shot givers and blood takers in their places like that.
Things I am Thankful for...
I have so much to be thankful for, where do I begin?
1. I have a Heavenly Father who loves me for me.
2. A husband who loves me for me.
3. Seven wonderful children who love each other and the gospel.
4. I have a Savior who made a personal atonement on my behalf.
5. I serve with some amazing women in my ward!
6. I serve some amazing children in my ward!
7. Two parents who have taught me and loved me and continue to set examples for me.
8. Siblings that are the best!
9. I have the fullness of the Gospel in my life
10. Leaders who have my happiness at heart. Both Local and General.
11. I live close to and have easy access to chocolate. (or what ever I may be needing at the moment)
12. I have great friends!
13. I have been born knowing who I am and where I would like to go.
14. Life's experiences both pleasant and not.
15. Flowers, I love flowers, especially daisies they are my favorite.
16. Warm sunny days! Blue skies, and fluffy white clouds!
17. Apple crisp, or peach cobbler
18. The Twilight series
19. Happy babies in the morning with their beautiful smiles and delicious giggles!
20. Temples...everywhere.
21. So many modern conveniences, that alone could be a whole other list.
22. Rainy days...if not to remind me how much I appreciate the sun, but also the peaceful lulling sound of it falling.
23. Snow. It is so pure.
24. The innocence of little children.
25. Freedom!
26. Letters.
27.
1. I have a Heavenly Father who loves me for me.
2. A husband who loves me for me.
3. Seven wonderful children who love each other and the gospel.
4. I have a Savior who made a personal atonement on my behalf.
5. I serve with some amazing women in my ward!
6. I serve some amazing children in my ward!
7. Two parents who have taught me and loved me and continue to set examples for me.
8. Siblings that are the best!
9. I have the fullness of the Gospel in my life
10. Leaders who have my happiness at heart. Both Local and General.
11. I live close to and have easy access to chocolate. (or what ever I may be needing at the moment)
12. I have great friends!
13. I have been born knowing who I am and where I would like to go.
14. Life's experiences both pleasant and not.
15. Flowers, I love flowers, especially daisies they are my favorite.
16. Warm sunny days! Blue skies, and fluffy white clouds!
17. Apple crisp, or peach cobbler
18. The Twilight series
19. Happy babies in the morning with their beautiful smiles and delicious giggles!
20. Temples...everywhere.
21. So many modern conveniences, that alone could be a whole other list.
22. Rainy days...if not to remind me how much I appreciate the sun, but also the peaceful lulling sound of it falling.
23. Snow. It is so pure.
24. The innocence of little children.
25. Freedom!
26. Letters.
27.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Life's Little Lessons
Me being here to post this blog is proof I have yet some lessons to learn in life. The lesson that is being pressed on me repeatedly is Humility. There are many ways this lesson has presented its self. Through family. Through callings. Through friends and acquaintances.
Continually I am being reminded of weaknesses I possess. There are people out there who feel it their personal calling to point these out to me. They seem to feel that they now my heart better than My own Father in Heaven. Thus it is their personal duty to make me into their view of perfection. Then there are those who are worried enough about themselves, that they look past my flaws and weaknesses with the realization that I am a mere mortal and am still being molded as God intends for me to be.
I appreciate the latter group of people. They tend to be the instruments I tend to gravitate to and admire. Those who tear me down to remodel are unwelcome guests in my life. Though they tend to press in more forcefully than my welcome group.
Why don't people respect the agency of others? How is it that they can be so hypocritical yet expect perfection from someone as weak as themselves? No one on this earth is perfect, only Christ was. So why is it that others feel it their need to make judgments and accusations that they know nothing about. I mean really, do they know my heart as well as Father in Heaven?
Continually I am being reminded of weaknesses I possess. There are people out there who feel it their personal calling to point these out to me. They seem to feel that they now my heart better than My own Father in Heaven. Thus it is their personal duty to make me into their view of perfection. Then there are those who are worried enough about themselves, that they look past my flaws and weaknesses with the realization that I am a mere mortal and am still being molded as God intends for me to be.
I appreciate the latter group of people. They tend to be the instruments I tend to gravitate to and admire. Those who tear me down to remodel are unwelcome guests in my life. Though they tend to press in more forcefully than my welcome group.
Why don't people respect the agency of others? How is it that they can be so hypocritical yet expect perfection from someone as weak as themselves? No one on this earth is perfect, only Christ was. So why is it that others feel it their need to make judgments and accusations that they know nothing about. I mean really, do they know my heart as well as Father in Heaven?
Friday, November 14, 2008
Why don't the books tell you how it really is?
I am at that point in life where I am trying to learn balance. As a stay at home mother I am able to protect my children from quite a bit. However, trying to fit in rec time for them and myself is where I am finding it difficult to balance.
When we stay home I am only able to get everything done I need to with the assistance of the telly as my baby-setter and missing baths or not doing hair. Everyone tells me this is just a season and it will pass. Then there is the part where I feel like my children need time for socializing, let alone myself.
My socializing seems to consist of church meetings mainly. This isn't a complaint. However I have been attempting to expand my social realm. The effect of this expansion is that my children have difficulties adjusting. With that I myself am feeling a bit overwhelmed. I have dear friends who have told me if I need a change of scenery I am welcome to use them for that purpose. But when do I fit them in too?
So here is my thing. I am trying to fit in Story-time at the Library. Also I have joined a gym for free because I help with others children once a week, thus my children get to interact with other children and have other toys than their own. I have my presidency meeting I look forward to on Fridays, again interaction with other children. Plus I would like to fit in Enrichment for stay at home mom's, the kids play and we visit. All sounds good right?
I want to do all of these things, yet when I get only half of them done, that is all I get done because I am too tired to do anything else, or my children are. I was so excited about the gym thing but am only able to take advantage of it once a week. Not really doing me any good then. Then there is the Enrichment thing, My children have been napping during it the past two weeks. By time they are awake it is time for me to pick up my youngster from school.
When they said there is no rest for the wicked, I really had no idea that I was considered that wicked. Part of this stems from me reading an amazing book series. however when I was young I seem to see me doing many more things at one time and not feeling quite as overwhelmed as I have lately.
Part of this is scheduling things which is another thing I am finding difficult. With older children at home the younger ones don't want to go to bed and miss things. But the following morning we all have a hard time getting ourselves started. When it was just my 2 yr old and I, I was able to bathe her every other day, do her hair everyday and keep up on laundry, dishes and other things, namely projects. How did I do it all? Oh how I admire all of those mothers who have survived this season of their lives! I hope down the road I can be one of those as well. That I have done it with a bit of grace and still have my dignity (or shall I say sanity.)
When we stay home I am only able to get everything done I need to with the assistance of the telly as my baby-setter and missing baths or not doing hair. Everyone tells me this is just a season and it will pass. Then there is the part where I feel like my children need time for socializing, let alone myself.
My socializing seems to consist of church meetings mainly. This isn't a complaint. However I have been attempting to expand my social realm. The effect of this expansion is that my children have difficulties adjusting. With that I myself am feeling a bit overwhelmed. I have dear friends who have told me if I need a change of scenery I am welcome to use them for that purpose. But when do I fit them in too?
So here is my thing. I am trying to fit in Story-time at the Library. Also I have joined a gym for free because I help with others children once a week, thus my children get to interact with other children and have other toys than their own. I have my presidency meeting I look forward to on Fridays, again interaction with other children. Plus I would like to fit in Enrichment for stay at home mom's, the kids play and we visit. All sounds good right?
I want to do all of these things, yet when I get only half of them done, that is all I get done because I am too tired to do anything else, or my children are. I was so excited about the gym thing but am only able to take advantage of it once a week. Not really doing me any good then. Then there is the Enrichment thing, My children have been napping during it the past two weeks. By time they are awake it is time for me to pick up my youngster from school.
When they said there is no rest for the wicked, I really had no idea that I was considered that wicked. Part of this stems from me reading an amazing book series. however when I was young I seem to see me doing many more things at one time and not feeling quite as overwhelmed as I have lately.
Part of this is scheduling things which is another thing I am finding difficult. With older children at home the younger ones don't want to go to bed and miss things. But the following morning we all have a hard time getting ourselves started. When it was just my 2 yr old and I, I was able to bathe her every other day, do her hair everyday and keep up on laundry, dishes and other things, namely projects. How did I do it all? Oh how I admire all of those mothers who have survived this season of their lives! I hope down the road I can be one of those as well. That I have done it with a bit of grace and still have my dignity (or shall I say sanity.)
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The holidaze
Well, it's coming, ready or not! And it is coming quickly! Hold on to those hats! It is count down time for every child! Adults are also counting down the time though I think for intirely different reasons...okay some of them may be the same.
Yesterday I took my younger middle son to do some of his Christmas shopping! I love this time of year! I love to see my children's excitement! Not only do you see it in their eyes, but you hear it in their voices, and their sleep, it is almost crazy! Totally fun in the same note! They are fun to watch as they choose the perfect gift for each individual!
So, back to taking my son Christmas shopping. He had all of these great ideas for his siblings...the only problem is mullah! We started racking our brains for some ideas. He came up with some pretty great and creative ones, everyone will love them! When we returned home he was so excited, he wanted to wrap everything so no one would have a chance to peek at his brilliant finds!
After wrapping everything he went down to play with his older brother. I was taking care of the baby and thought nothing more of anything.
The next thing I know my two year old comes to me with all of the excitement she could muster! She was beaming and bubbling over with joy! I was beginning to feel just as excited! She pulled out from behind her all of her brothers gifts (unwrapped) and says "Yook what Yogan dave me! all of dees auo my pwessents!"
I have to say when big brother found out he was quick to take them back and to his room for safe keeping.
Oh how I love the Holidays! I can hardly wait to see what is next!
Yesterday I took my younger middle son to do some of his Christmas shopping! I love this time of year! I love to see my children's excitement! Not only do you see it in their eyes, but you hear it in their voices, and their sleep, it is almost crazy! Totally fun in the same note! They are fun to watch as they choose the perfect gift for each individual!
So, back to taking my son Christmas shopping. He had all of these great ideas for his siblings...the only problem is mullah! We started racking our brains for some ideas. He came up with some pretty great and creative ones, everyone will love them! When we returned home he was so excited, he wanted to wrap everything so no one would have a chance to peek at his brilliant finds!
After wrapping everything he went down to play with his older brother. I was taking care of the baby and thought nothing more of anything.
The next thing I know my two year old comes to me with all of the excitement she could muster! She was beaming and bubbling over with joy! I was beginning to feel just as excited! She pulled out from behind her all of her brothers gifts (unwrapped) and says "Yook what Yogan dave me! all of dees auo my pwessents!"
I have to say when big brother found out he was quick to take them back and to his room for safe keeping.
Oh how I love the Holidays! I can hardly wait to see what is next!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
thoughts...
I know we can survive this election. We have survived so many in the past. It still grieves me to know that a majority of Americans appear to allow them selves to be deceived so easily. I honestly thought people took the time to actually understand and know the lies they were being told. I mark today as a day of mourning. It is like 9-11 only we won't be seeing the effects until the next presidential nominee...will we give them the power to change that also "for our greater good?" Why do so many people think that it is easier for the government to control them? Are we becoming a lazy people who would rather be lead than to lead? Who is Obama that we had 'to prove to him that we were ready for change?' If socialism hasn't worked for other countries, then why do we think we are different? It will prove misery in the years to come. We are not free when we allow others to lead us with a leash, no matter how much slack we think they have left in our cord.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
The First Taste of Halloween
You forget the delights of common things until you become a parent and are reminded of these simple treasures through the eyes (or faces in this case) of our little ones.
Tonight my husband and I returned from an evening of together time. We heard the children awake in the basement so went to see how they weathered in our absence. Once we had established the baby was alive and the two older boys were in one piece (each in one piece), my inquiries went to where my youngest little girl may be.
It seemed a mystery, she had disappeared. I ran and began looking in usual hiding places in route to her bedroom. There I found her curled up, fast asleep on her floor with a candy bar in her hand melted and smeared up her cheek where her hand had come to rest. She had chocolate around her mouth, like that may have been her much enjoyed dinner as well. Oh the memories of childhood.
Tonight my husband and I returned from an evening of together time. We heard the children awake in the basement so went to see how they weathered in our absence. Once we had established the baby was alive and the two older boys were in one piece (each in one piece), my inquiries went to where my youngest little girl may be.
It seemed a mystery, she had disappeared. I ran and began looking in usual hiding places in route to her bedroom. There I found her curled up, fast asleep on her floor with a candy bar in her hand melted and smeared up her cheek where her hand had come to rest. She had chocolate around her mouth, like that may have been her much enjoyed dinner as well. Oh the memories of childhood.
Friday, October 31, 2008
more hours in a day
I have been feeling a bit over whelmed lately. There are so many things I would like to do, but so little time...and when I do have time right now it goes to little ones. They are only little this once so I don't want to wish that away. I just wish I could somehow have more hours in a day.
Monday, October 27, 2008
naughty or nice
I was shopping at Wal-mart today, picking up a couple of groceries, odds and ends, and an oil change. As I was finishing things up, bringing them to a close, I found myself in the auto department. While waiting in line to pay my dues I noticed another customer. She looked familiar to me.
This customer had a red and white checkered bob with a grey skater cap. She was dressed in a light grunge. As I inconspicuously eyed her I decided I must have known her from Cosmetology. Her hair gave that much away.
My mind was filled with all of these memories. Catty girls, how could they have been raised in the same world as myself. Many of these girls had problems with drugs, alcohol, and chastity. They would come to school after the weekends bragging of parties, which guys they had slept with, and what girls they had beat up. They were like a whole other breed to me. They were foreign, a cast I had only thought existed in the movies.
Many of these girls had sent around a petition trying to get me kicked out of school. It intrigued me on why they would go through such pains for someone who had merely tried to treat them as human beings, with higher expectations for them as individuals than what they had for themselves, or from others at that matter. They would steel from me, they butchered my hair, and did all they could to try and make me leave.
During this era of my life one of the only things that kept me hanging on was the fact that the school was owned by some Christians. Twice a week they would hold a Bible study for those of us who needed strength in the middle of the week. Of the 120 pupils that attended this school, there were only 3-5 that attended Bible Study at any time. Girls sneered at us as we left the room in the mornings. You can imagine what their creative minds would conjure throughout the day in our behalves.
These memories were pouring into my mind as I tried to remember where she would have fit in all of these thoughts. My mind was racing. I didn't have a desire to be rude nor false towards her. As we spoke we decided we weren't in the same group, she was in one that had begun a year before my own group. To my relief it has came to my mind since our parting that she was one of the girls from Bible Study. I wish I had been warmer to her today, just so she would know I appreciated her back then.
This customer had a red and white checkered bob with a grey skater cap. She was dressed in a light grunge. As I inconspicuously eyed her I decided I must have known her from Cosmetology. Her hair gave that much away.
My mind was filled with all of these memories. Catty girls, how could they have been raised in the same world as myself. Many of these girls had problems with drugs, alcohol, and chastity. They would come to school after the weekends bragging of parties, which guys they had slept with, and what girls they had beat up. They were like a whole other breed to me. They were foreign, a cast I had only thought existed in the movies.
Many of these girls had sent around a petition trying to get me kicked out of school. It intrigued me on why they would go through such pains for someone who had merely tried to treat them as human beings, with higher expectations for them as individuals than what they had for themselves, or from others at that matter. They would steel from me, they butchered my hair, and did all they could to try and make me leave.
During this era of my life one of the only things that kept me hanging on was the fact that the school was owned by some Christians. Twice a week they would hold a Bible study for those of us who needed strength in the middle of the week. Of the 120 pupils that attended this school, there were only 3-5 that attended Bible Study at any time. Girls sneered at us as we left the room in the mornings. You can imagine what their creative minds would conjure throughout the day in our behalves.
These memories were pouring into my mind as I tried to remember where she would have fit in all of these thoughts. My mind was racing. I didn't have a desire to be rude nor false towards her. As we spoke we decided we weren't in the same group, she was in one that had begun a year before my own group. To my relief it has came to my mind since our parting that she was one of the girls from Bible Study. I wish I had been warmer to her today, just so she would know I appreciated her back then.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
triggered memory
Reading an over heard phone conversation reminded me of an experience a room-mate of mine had had. It happened at Wal-mart in a public bathroom with my roomie doing her best to mind her own business. Her experience went something like this:
other stall: Hello!, how are you?
my roomie: uh...fine I guess, how are you?
other stall: great! what have you been up to today?
my roomie: um...well, work, school and now picking up a couple things...
other stall: can I call you back, the girl in the stall next to me thinks I am talking to her.
My roomie wanted to die...but had to laugh about it later. You have to admit that is something that can only happen in public restrooms!
other stall: Hello!, how are you?
my roomie: uh...fine I guess, how are you?
other stall: great! what have you been up to today?
my roomie: um...well, work, school and now picking up a couple things...
other stall: can I call you back, the girl in the stall next to me thinks I am talking to her.
My roomie wanted to die...but had to laugh about it later. You have to admit that is something that can only happen in public restrooms!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Dang!
Well, I have been suckered into being the most recent fan-club member I know to the Twilight series! Admitting this is...well, dang it. I stayed up and had the book read in just over twenty-four hours! I was mesmerized!
Originally I had no desire to read it, I am not into Vampires! I am not much into romances, having my own little romance who needs to read a fictional one. My honest thought was "this book is for single girls who live off books to experience life." I decided I would prove to my sisters and daughter that I could read the book and put it down. Putting the book down was easy...for a moment, but I was dying to see what happened next just by reading the Prologue. Dang again!
Originally I had no desire to read it, I am not into Vampires! I am not much into romances, having my own little romance who needs to read a fictional one. My honest thought was "this book is for single girls who live off books to experience life." I decided I would prove to my sisters and daughter that I could read the book and put it down. Putting the book down was easy...for a moment, but I was dying to see what happened next just by reading the Prologue. Dang again!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Blessings
I need to let you know how blessed I have been. And am.
This past week I was on vacation visiting family and friends. I wrote about tender mercies. Let me share some of the tender mercies I experienced with family.
The first weekend I was there I was able to enjoy with my two oldest girls and their roomie. It was not only pleasant and rejuvenating, but so enjoyable. It was fun to see them and my two little ones interact. As a step-mom it is easy to worry about how your little ones will be accepted. Especially with the age difference. My girls invited their little sister to run errands with them, she felt like a little queen. She loves and looks up to her two big sisters.
I had the time to eat with my sisters and brother-in-laws, it was a fun evening, I enjoyed. Apparently my little princess did to, she was the entertainment for us and the restaurant staff.
Later in the week I was able to have a girls night out with my sisters. We enjoyed being able to spend time together. I miss their friendships at times. It seems as we get older the time we spend together is more cherished because with children and distance it is less frequent. Then there is the part where we have an age range of children that demands a bit of our time even when we have that time together.
The time with my parents was precious. I want my children to have memories they can enjoy of their grandparents. My little girl loves to tease with her grandma-daddy. That is the name she has given grandpa. Grandma-mommy does her job also very well, she spoils the dickens out of the children. I am blessed to have good parents who love their children and grand-children. I also cherish the time I get to spend with them.
The greatest blessing of the whole trip was the return home! I saw this tall handsome man of a man walking up to me as I entered the train station. He had his warm smile and arms open and ready to receive me. I hate to say it but I think I married the best man out there. I am one lucky woman! and not because he told me so.
This afternoon when our teenage son came home for lunch, it melted my heart to hear the excitement in his voice when he saw his little sister and ran and they both embraced. later when we picked up our youngest of the older boys he and my little girl were so excited to see each other! I am one lucky woman to be a part of such a great family! I am truly blessed!
This past week I was on vacation visiting family and friends. I wrote about tender mercies. Let me share some of the tender mercies I experienced with family.
The first weekend I was there I was able to enjoy with my two oldest girls and their roomie. It was not only pleasant and rejuvenating, but so enjoyable. It was fun to see them and my two little ones interact. As a step-mom it is easy to worry about how your little ones will be accepted. Especially with the age difference. My girls invited their little sister to run errands with them, she felt like a little queen. She loves and looks up to her two big sisters.
I had the time to eat with my sisters and brother-in-laws, it was a fun evening, I enjoyed. Apparently my little princess did to, she was the entertainment for us and the restaurant staff.
Later in the week I was able to have a girls night out with my sisters. We enjoyed being able to spend time together. I miss their friendships at times. It seems as we get older the time we spend together is more cherished because with children and distance it is less frequent. Then there is the part where we have an age range of children that demands a bit of our time even when we have that time together.
The time with my parents was precious. I want my children to have memories they can enjoy of their grandparents. My little girl loves to tease with her grandma-daddy. That is the name she has given grandpa. Grandma-mommy does her job also very well, she spoils the dickens out of the children. I am blessed to have good parents who love their children and grand-children. I also cherish the time I get to spend with them.
The greatest blessing of the whole trip was the return home! I saw this tall handsome man of a man walking up to me as I entered the train station. He had his warm smile and arms open and ready to receive me. I hate to say it but I think I married the best man out there. I am one lucky woman! and not because he told me so.
This afternoon when our teenage son came home for lunch, it melted my heart to hear the excitement in his voice when he saw his little sister and ran and they both embraced. later when we picked up our youngest of the older boys he and my little girl were so excited to see each other! I am one lucky woman to be a part of such a great family! I am truly blessed!
Friday, October 10, 2008
rays of sunshine in place of expected showers
This week I decided it would be a good time to come out and visit my family. The question was, what type of transportation. Plane, train or automobile? I have two little ones in tow. If I were to drive I would have my own transportation the whole trip. Con, I would be driving with a two year old and a four month old meaning that twelve hours could easily become many more. Plane would only take two hours. Con, a layover in Denver, extremely tight quarters and no transportation. Thus we decided on the train.
The train would take a total of twenty hours. But there would be plenty more leg room, my two year-old would be able to roam freely as needed, we could eat, drink and potty as well and without worry of it prolonging the length of our trip too much. And to top things off we would be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way!
We made plans for renting a car and went as far as to line up two car seats for the kiddies, to save my back with loading and unloading the train with my children and goods. I was excited and revving to go! This was going to be a great and exciting adventure!
As time began to wind down for this trip I began to have some realities sink in. First and foremost I would have to hold my four month-old for twenty hours. Second, entertaining a two year-old for a majority of that time might become a challenge. Then there was the dilemma of going to the bathroom, it nearly looked out of the picture, where would I put the baby while doing my thing? How would I carry both of them and my luggage on and off the train? What have I got myself into?
Well, the tickets were bought and payed for. No turning back, what is twenty hours in the scheme of life anyway? Only a life time in an eternity right?
So I boarded to train at 3:40 am (yes that is correct, in the morning) tired and ready to drop into my seat. With the help of the conductor I was able to do so with ease. Tender mercy number one. After a couple hours of sleep the other passengers began to rouse. To the right of me was a couple from Missouri Headed for Colorado to see their grand-children. Catty-corner to the front of us was a Hispanic mother and her two children. Her children were well behaved. I found they were 8 and 6 years of age, they too were heading to Colorado to see their father.
As the day wore on I met a young man in the seat in front of me. He looked familiar to me. He was from Hastings and heading for Utah also. It turned out he had worked at the Target in Kearney for only a short period, then he has returned to Hastings. I was racking my brains trying to figure out how I might have known this young man when this memory came to mind.
It was shortly after I had my second Little one. I had finally worked up my nerve, the nerve to go to a public place on my own with two little ones. I realize that sounds a bit silly now. Any way, I decided to go to Target to run my errands. After looking for a couple of eternities I could not find what I had gone in search for. Looking every where for an employee to help, one was finally found unloading boxes. He had bleached shaggy hair, and an earring. My first thought was "this kid is going to be annoyed I'm asking for help."
To my great astonishment I was incorrect in my judgement. He turned around with the kindest and warm smile, said "Sure!" , and instead of just telling me where to find it, he took me to it and then asked if there was anything else he could help me with before heading back to his work.
This may sound a bit silly but this young man had totally made my day. I had gone to find him later to thank him for his warm smile and kindness, but never saw him again. That is until this trip on the train. My friend in the seat in front of me was this young man from Target. Tender mercy number two.
When the train reached Denver, we lost the couple sitting next to me. In exchange a rough looking gentleman heading for California came in and a bowling league heading for a tournament in Vegas. The Gentleman, Richard, was just that. When my two little ones were resting, and I needed a restroom stop he was perfectly willing to keep an eye on them for me. As long as they didn't cause him any trouble. He was going to visit his daughter and help her through some rough times.
The bowling league consisted of seven or eight couples. Diane the youngest of the group stopped by my seat and admired how well my two little ones were behaving. She then sent the other ladies over to "see these two most adorable children" they would come over and talk with my little girl and coo with my boy.
The gentlemen from the group sat behind me discussing today's politics. I absolutely loved listening to them! It was like having my husband and a friend of ours on the train! If you are interested in the views they shared you can read my husbands blog thoughtsofabeancounter@blogspot.com . This bowling league was my tender mercy three. For when I reached my stop in Utah, they were all willing to help me unload my sleeping babies and our luggage.
To make an end I must say that my trip by train was not as bleak as I had imagined it might have been. Instead of rain clouds, there were only rays of sunshine.
Friday, October 3, 2008
I am "the wicked Step-mother of Doom!"
A while back I had begun a book. I was going to title it 'The Wicked Step-Mother of Doom.' That was the title given to me the first week of my marriage by, at the time, our 7 year old son. He was creative in drawing me. The picture had me sneering with angry eye brows and my arms stretched out as if ready to grab and eat the first person to cross my path. He just knew that is how I would be. He was no dummie, he had watched Cinderella, Snow White and the Parent Trap. He was in for it.
So, I began my book. After writting several chapters, pouring into its pages my whole heart and soul, a cousin of mine asked to critique it for me. I had nothing to hide. I had written some of my greatest fears, immense frustrations and high flying triumphs. The feelings I had written were real. I wanted to reach out to other wicked step-mothers who may be having the same experiences and feeling they were alone in those moments. Those eternal instances where you feel like you are being ganged up on, criticized, or like "maybe I wasn't really doing the right thing by joining this family, was I being selfish?"
After reading only the first chapter my cousin turned to me and told me that my book was nothing new, every mother experiences this. What!? This was all new to me! It would be new to those other step-mothers I was reaching out to touch! Her response devistated me, I let her comment slow down my writting, maybe I wouldn't make the difference I had hoped. Maybe I was the only one who felt like I did. If this was the case then truely 'why waste my time and their money, right?'
Since then I have thought about what she had said. It has rolled in and out of my mind. Actually it was probablly some of the best criticsim I have ever recieved. It has helped me through some of those rough times. If this isn't new to someone who has always been a mother, than it certainly isn't meant to be directed at me personally as a step-mother. Then I began to take that thought even a step further. These kids must look at me somewhat as a mother figure otherwise they wouldn't take the time to treat me as they would their own mother. Hmmm...this had to be taken as a sincere compliment!
So now, when they call me "the wicked step-mother of doom" we all chuckle. But inside I am feeling as if they just gave me the biggest king-size hug they could muster. Honestly, I can still say Being a step mother has its ups and downs, that is no lie, or even exageration. But, when I remember that "this is nothing new" it helps those downs feel much lighter and not quite so deep.
So, I began my book. After writting several chapters, pouring into its pages my whole heart and soul, a cousin of mine asked to critique it for me. I had nothing to hide. I had written some of my greatest fears, immense frustrations and high flying triumphs. The feelings I had written were real. I wanted to reach out to other wicked step-mothers who may be having the same experiences and feeling they were alone in those moments. Those eternal instances where you feel like you are being ganged up on, criticized, or like "maybe I wasn't really doing the right thing by joining this family, was I being selfish?"
After reading only the first chapter my cousin turned to me and told me that my book was nothing new, every mother experiences this. What!? This was all new to me! It would be new to those other step-mothers I was reaching out to touch! Her response devistated me, I let her comment slow down my writting, maybe I wouldn't make the difference I had hoped. Maybe I was the only one who felt like I did. If this was the case then truely 'why waste my time and their money, right?'
Since then I have thought about what she had said. It has rolled in and out of my mind. Actually it was probablly some of the best criticsim I have ever recieved. It has helped me through some of those rough times. If this isn't new to someone who has always been a mother, than it certainly isn't meant to be directed at me personally as a step-mother. Then I began to take that thought even a step further. These kids must look at me somewhat as a mother figure otherwise they wouldn't take the time to treat me as they would their own mother. Hmmm...this had to be taken as a sincere compliment!
So now, when they call me "the wicked step-mother of doom" we all chuckle. But inside I am feeling as if they just gave me the biggest king-size hug they could muster. Honestly, I can still say Being a step mother has its ups and downs, that is no lie, or even exageration. But, when I remember that "this is nothing new" it helps those downs feel much lighter and not quite so deep.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
examples
Have you ever looked at your children and wondered what they will become? Will she be a dancer? A singer? A writter? Will she look outside her self to find herself? Will he be a Historian? A famous composer? Will he serve a mission and learn to love the people he seves? for that matter, will she serve a mission?
Our children have so much potential. Have I thought them their Divine Heritage? Have they Learned the lessons of relying on their Father in Heaven who has their best interest at heart? And do they know that?
They always say example speaks louder than words. What is my example saying to my children?
I remember when I was young I looked at my parents as all knowing, all powerful! Any question I asked my Father, he would have an answer for. It didn't matter if it was in school, church, or day to day living. My mother taught me all I needed to know to become the perfect woman. Because of her I can sew, crochet, cook, knit, cross stitch, clean...the list goes on.
As I grew I began to realize that my parents like myself are human beings. Bound to make mistakes at times. My Father began to have less of the answers, and my mother like me has her weaknesses. I remember My father telling me once when I found myself disapointed with him not having an answer: "Melane, I think you are getting old enough that you can began to find your own answers." and I thought to myself; "What!? I'm still just a kid!!!"
My Father however has stayed constant in setting the example of, when the world pushes you down, you get right back up and fight your way to your finish line. My Mother, she has taught me more than simple house wife tools. She has taught me that I can overcome fears, and I can believe in the impossable.
Talking with a friend the other day she mentioned "Doesnt it seem like just yesterday when we were the kids, and not the leaders?" I remember looking at many of my leaders with great admiration. They were perfect! As time has passed and I find myself now looking back at my leaders, they were perfect for me at that specific time in my life, but have since made decissions that aren't all that admirable. Others have set limits I can continue to dream of reaching.
So, what is my example saying to my children? How am I shaping their world? This is the intriguing question that I am pondering today.
Our children have so much potential. Have I thought them their Divine Heritage? Have they Learned the lessons of relying on their Father in Heaven who has their best interest at heart? And do they know that?
They always say example speaks louder than words. What is my example saying to my children?
I remember when I was young I looked at my parents as all knowing, all powerful! Any question I asked my Father, he would have an answer for. It didn't matter if it was in school, church, or day to day living. My mother taught me all I needed to know to become the perfect woman. Because of her I can sew, crochet, cook, knit, cross stitch, clean...the list goes on.
As I grew I began to realize that my parents like myself are human beings. Bound to make mistakes at times. My Father began to have less of the answers, and my mother like me has her weaknesses. I remember My father telling me once when I found myself disapointed with him not having an answer: "Melane, I think you are getting old enough that you can began to find your own answers." and I thought to myself; "What!? I'm still just a kid!!!"
My Father however has stayed constant in setting the example of, when the world pushes you down, you get right back up and fight your way to your finish line. My Mother, she has taught me more than simple house wife tools. She has taught me that I can overcome fears, and I can believe in the impossable.
Talking with a friend the other day she mentioned "Doesnt it seem like just yesterday when we were the kids, and not the leaders?" I remember looking at many of my leaders with great admiration. They were perfect! As time has passed and I find myself now looking back at my leaders, they were perfect for me at that specific time in my life, but have since made decissions that aren't all that admirable. Others have set limits I can continue to dream of reaching.
So, what is my example saying to my children? How am I shaping their world? This is the intriguing question that I am pondering today.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
memours
While showering the other night I was deep in contemplation of how I would open my blog. How was I going to get and keep peoples attention? While keeping my own at the same time? As I pondered this complex but valid inquiry, I came to the realization that I was shaving my armpits. Now you may be asking yourself: "Where is this crazy about to take me!?" Bare with me if you will, and I promise a chuckle.
A memory from my Jr. High days came to mind. I had discovered in gym class that nearly all of my other class mates shaved not only their legs, but their arm pits also! After school one day I gathered enough courage to ask my mother if I too could begin this most desirable custom.
I walked home thinking of the best way to present my case. My mother didn't want her little girl growing up too fast. (with a little girl of my own, I am beginning to understand this my self.) Reciting the perfect presentation all afternoon, I was finally given the much awaited oportunity.
Mother asked how my day at school had gone! It all came out, you know, how I was the only one in my class who had hairy legs and arm pits. It was a terrible embarrassment not only to me but the family. Boys would never pay attention to a girl with hairy legs, etc.. My mother listened intently to every word I had to say. After my spilling of concerns and what felt like eternity she shared her thoughts: You do understand, if you begin to shave this early in life your leg hairs will become dark and coarse. It will be something you have to be willing to keep up.
She almost had me. Then I remembered how silky smooth the other girls legs were and decided how important it would be for me to stick to my guns. So I simply didn't give in. Luckily my mother was understanding and on her next excersion to the store, she selected a beautiful pink Bic razor just for me!
With all of the building excitement ever experienced up until that point in my life I ran to my room. Having a great anticipation of silky smooth legs and flawless pits I went to work at shaving. I stood in front of the mirror makeing sure not one hair was left to cause distress in my young, new life. For I was about to turn a new leaf!
To my greatest dismay as I finished up both my legs and pits they felt as if they had caught fire! Not only that but they were both bright red and looked as if I had aquired some terrible rash! I was mortified! What an embarrassment this would be. With great panick I ran to my mother in tears and told her I would much rather be hairy. In her patient way she took one look at me and with a gentle chuckle she explained to me that in my next attempt to smooth, flawlessness I should probably lather up first. A dry surface and a sharp razor are a hazardous combination only asking for discomfort.
I can only imagine at times our Heavenly Father receives a little chuckle when he sees us act in excited hastiness with out taking the time for a little instruction.
A memory from my Jr. High days came to mind. I had discovered in gym class that nearly all of my other class mates shaved not only their legs, but their arm pits also! After school one day I gathered enough courage to ask my mother if I too could begin this most desirable custom.
I walked home thinking of the best way to present my case. My mother didn't want her little girl growing up too fast. (with a little girl of my own, I am beginning to understand this my self.) Reciting the perfect presentation all afternoon, I was finally given the much awaited oportunity.
Mother asked how my day at school had gone! It all came out, you know, how I was the only one in my class who had hairy legs and arm pits. It was a terrible embarrassment not only to me but the family. Boys would never pay attention to a girl with hairy legs, etc.. My mother listened intently to every word I had to say. After my spilling of concerns and what felt like eternity she shared her thoughts: You do understand, if you begin to shave this early in life your leg hairs will become dark and coarse. It will be something you have to be willing to keep up.
She almost had me. Then I remembered how silky smooth the other girls legs were and decided how important it would be for me to stick to my guns. So I simply didn't give in. Luckily my mother was understanding and on her next excersion to the store, she selected a beautiful pink Bic razor just for me!
With all of the building excitement ever experienced up until that point in my life I ran to my room. Having a great anticipation of silky smooth legs and flawless pits I went to work at shaving. I stood in front of the mirror makeing sure not one hair was left to cause distress in my young, new life. For I was about to turn a new leaf!
To my greatest dismay as I finished up both my legs and pits they felt as if they had caught fire! Not only that but they were both bright red and looked as if I had aquired some terrible rash! I was mortified! What an embarrassment this would be. With great panick I ran to my mother in tears and told her I would much rather be hairy. In her patient way she took one look at me and with a gentle chuckle she explained to me that in my next attempt to smooth, flawlessness I should probably lather up first. A dry surface and a sharp razor are a hazardous combination only asking for discomfort.
I can only imagine at times our Heavenly Father receives a little chuckle when he sees us act in excited hastiness with out taking the time for a little instruction.
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