I was alone in the car yesterday afternoon. It was pleasant. I get a lot of thinking done, all alone. I've been thinking a lot about my children lately. I have to constantly remind myself that they are not short adults. They do not think the same way I do. I have read how a brain has a part that is not fully developed until after a person reaches 19, 20, 21 years of age. So, I guess those dumb, dumb things done before those ages are somewhat excusable. And that those ages are classified as "adults." Interesting to me. I guess that explains the reason Ceily, as she is cleaning up the dishes, tosses a container full of peas into the air, and they ALL FALL OUT OF THE CONTAINER ON TO THE FLOOR. Yes, that's what will usually happen.It's hard- the day to day business of mothering. It's difficult to always think about my reaction before I react. Lana asked me yesterday as we were doing homework, if I was tired. And I was. It was 7:30 and I needed everyone in bed. But, when the air is cool, and the bugs are gone, and the trampoline is jumping, it's too easy to let them play and not get to the business of necessities.
I walked through the shrapnel that was left after everyone came from the bus. The backpacks and shoes and socks and toys and papers and cups and wrappers. My ears were still ringing from the explosion that occurs every day at 3:15. I sighed. But, then I remembered the wise council given this weekend.
I loved, loved, loved what President Monson said on Sunday morning. "The best is yet to come."
3 comments:
I'm so glad that I'm not the only one who has to deal with what seem like unnecessary messes. Thanks for the passed on knowledge that children don't think the same way as adults. I guess I will think twice next time before I say, "That was dumb." to one of my kids. I think by the time we master the art of how to react to childhood fumbles, the last of the children will be well into adulthood. I guess that is why grandparents always seem to have so much patience.
Jayne I have that same feeling everyday at 2:36..in fact I was just sitting here thinking I only have about 8 more minutes of quiet.
I was thinking about his talk too...I get so frustrated at the fact that everyday I wash my storm door and everyday I look at it covered in fingerprints because the kids can't use the handle to push the door open. I am sure I will miss all those fingerprints when they aren't there anymore. I always try and tell myself I need to enjoy right now.
Good post.
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