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.