I try to teach my children to decide what they want in life, consult with the Lord, then go forward to make it happen, having faith that the path will be opened for them. My middle daughter really wanted to be a part of the theater production this year. We have some serious scheduling conflicts with the rehearsal times, but told her if she really wanted it to go for it anyway and we would find a way. She auditioned but didn’t make it. It was tough but she put on her best face and said “There is always next year.” The next week she got a call. They had missed a pile of people to call to invite to be a part of the behind the scenes. She was ecstatic. She just wanted to be involved. Not only that, but the crew she got put on has a different schedule and we have no more scheduling conflicts.
Then there came the mandatory parent meeting. Both her father and I were working and did not have enough notice to get off of work. I tried contacting some other parents I knew were involved, but no luck. Then that morning I got an e-mail that something had come up and we had to make a last minute change to my schedule. A hole opened up exactly during the parent meeting and I was able to attend.
The best part was my daughter looking at me, smiling, and saying, “You were right Mom. Things do work out if they are supposed to.” I smiled back and said, “That was your faith in action Katie.”
As a parent, I sometimes wonder how often our children are preserved from harm without our even realizing or acknowledging it.
Yesterday my 5 year old swallowed a hard candy and actually started choking on it. I must admit I panicked a little bit as he had his hands up near his throat, started jerking, and I heard a faint “I’m choking.” I knew enough to understand that if he could say anything he wasn’t completely out of air, but I also knew that this kid wouldn’t whisper the word “choking” just for fun. I didn’t want to use any drastic measures if he could still get some air in, but he had a look of sheer terror on his face and was definitely having some difficulty breathing. Fortunately his gag reflex was alive and well and he also looked like he was trying to throw up. I brought him over to the sink and told him to go ahead and try to throw up. He started to turn pale, then suddenly out popped a life saver candy he had stolen from his sister. Thank goodness for gag reflexes! I suspect that for a while he was only breathing through the hole in the middle of the candy, which was also a blessing. First thing he said is “I won’t do that again!”
I was a little extra on edge because I had just heard about a local 10 year old who had a peanut allergy, and had accidentally eaten something with peanut oil in it. The parents had to make the decision to take him off of life support and he had not made it. One day he was running in the local track meet, the next day he was gone. It can be that quick. I’m so glad it was not my turn to go through that.
It is so easy to see all the negatives associated with the information age. I need to remember that there is just as much good out there as well.
My mind has recently been troubled by some poor choices and offensive actions of one of my teens. I was very angry, and unclear how to fix the problem, as I couldn’t force someone else to change – or more specifically to grow up and find a brain!
Yesterday morning I was doing some research online to prepare my Sunday lesson. Our church has a huge library of information available (www.lds.org), and I was overwhelmed with the amount of excellent content and advice so readily available. I finally decided maybe I should look for some advice for my own problems. Immediately I found the article I needed.
As I read the article, my hurt, my anger, my disappointment, and my confusion all melted away. I found the peace I needed and the words I needed to hear. The scriptures tell us to seek and we will find. I suspect that is more true now than possibly ever before.
Yesterday I stayed home sick with a bunch of sick kids. Decided I had to go in to work that evening anyway because I was getting behind there as well. My oldest, and healthiest one, gets home from school the same time I have to leave. She gets home just in time to babysit which was a good thing because Dad was working last night as well. She walked in and I realized she looked miserable. She was in no condition to babysit, and I had to leave – right then. I felt terrible leaving the kids like that. I told myself that at least I had dinner ready, but then I went to pull the buns out, and realized I had the wrong type of buns. Oh well, they would have to eat their round chicken patties on long hot dog buns. I felt like a terrible mother.
On the way to my lesson, I got a call that my first student was not going to make it that week. That call gave me just enough time to run to the store and get some correctly shaped buns and some comfort food, and quickly get everyone set up with entertainment. I was then able to head off and teach with a little less guilt.
I’m putting this day under the daily assists that I simply wouldn’t want to live without.
English: Jesus Christ with children (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
When I had my first child, I realized really quickly that children are simply gifts from God. Each child is entrusted to me, and the best I can hope for is to not mess them up, but allow them the chance to become what their first Father has in store for them.
In our faith, each baby is given a blessing when they are born. This blessing is given through the priesthood and basically gives them their name, and a blessing from their Father in Heaven. Thinking about it, it is sort of like Princess Aurora receiving gifts from the fairies – or whatever they are. With each of my children, I quickly identified a single word that summed up their unique talents. My children were joy, comfort, peace, calm, love, compassion, and strength.
Through the years I have been amazed to see how each child, even from young ages, shows each of these unique gifts. A quick story today is about my youngest, Mr. Strength. His strength is definitely physical, but it is other things as well. Yesterday morning this four year old boy opened his eyes, smiled at me, and said something I felt showed real strength of character. “Mom, I love you. When I go to preschool I miss you so much.” It takes a real man to admit when he needs his mother! Especially this tough little boy who would never show weakness by crying at school.
I’ve spent the entire week dealing with a six-year-old’s temper tantrums on the way in to school. Yelling, crying, clinging, sobbing, hiding, etc. Not wanting to go to school. Teacher interventions, counselor interventions, nothing worked. She actually loves school and we couldn’t figure out what was up.
Last night Dad came home from an out of town work trip. He took her to school. All better. Tantrums are over. I think she missed Dad (and Shanna and Andrew) and it was just a little too much. One thing I could never be is a single mom.