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.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
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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