Its been a fun and busy month and promises to continue being a fun, busy month. And while I do enjoy being busy, I sometimes regret how the time gets away from me. When I went to bed last night I peeked into the girl’s room to check on them, found them sleeping soundly and marveled at how big they are getting. Brooklyn is almost five already and at age two, Avery hardly seems a baby anymore. Everyday they play, and eat, and learn, and fight, and talk, and sing, and laugh. The days fly by. And while they are still little I make it a priority to learn as much from them as I can.
Avery is two, and the all time favorite phrase of every two year old is “Do it myself!” I hear it when I pour her cereal in the morning, during bath time, when getting dressed, climbing into the car, getting out of the car, even getting in and out of her crib, and on many other occasions throughout the course of the day. Sometimes she can do it herself, sometimes she can’t. I almost always let her try, and when she succeeds I give her praise, and when she asks for help I gladly give it. Interestingly enough, more than half-way through my twenties I still find myself stubbornly exclaiming “Do it myself!” The only real difference between myself and my little daughter, is that she’s willing to ask for help when she needs it, and so often I am not. Even though I know from experience that Heavenly Father will answer my prayers, its so difficult to let go of that toddler pride. Of course Avery can’t buckle her own seat belt yet, that’s why she needs a parent. Of course I can’t be perfect yet and that’s why I need the Savior.
I have yet to figure out a way to make my kids eat their vegetables. They peck through the tolerable ones but really prefer ice cream, to be honest. I mean come on! If I let them eat ice cream all the time they would never give me any grief at mealtimes. Then again if I let them eat ice cream all the time they would be undernourished and obese and would probably not live very long. And so I keep trying to coax those vegetables down them because even though they may not taste as pleasant as ice cream, those vegetables are what’s good for them. Unfortunately, I have to admit that I whine obnoxiously when life isn’t all ice cream too. Obviously there are times when life is sweet, but its also meant to be bitter too. Sometimes its tasteless, sometimes I don’t like the texture but those are the experiences I need to be strong, those bitter times build the character I need to survive.
Brooklyn is a very smart kid who notices everything. Because she notices everything she’s a bit distractable. When I tell her to go to her room, get her shoes and sweater, and put them on, she heads to her room and disappears for thirty minutes. When I find her, she’s busy drawing on her floor- no shoes, no sweater. She intended to listen, she went to her room, saw her shiny art set and got distracted. I understand because sometimes I’m the same way. I know that I should be constantly focused on important things. I should read my scriptures every day, I should have meaningful prayers often, I should attend the temple, I should spend more time playing with my children, I should continue expanding my knowledge. There are so many important things I should be doing, and I intend to act, but somewhere along the line I get distracted by all the shiny things in life. Not that there is something inherently wrong with shiny things, but when the good things distract us from the better things, we don’t reach our goals.
We have a lot of stickers in our yard. Not the fun happy kind. The hurting kind that sting your feet. I tell my girls to put on their shoes. Sometimes they don’t listen and end up stepping on stickers and crying. I don’t force them to wear their shoes, and I can’t take away the pain of a sticker, but I hope that eventually they will learn from their mistakes and listen to me so that by the time they’re off to school they will choose to wear shoes and avoid even more painful foot injuries. Heavenly Father doesn’t plan to keep us babies either. He wants us to grow up and learn from our mistakes and listen to him. So he allows us our agency, and he allows us consequences even if they sometimes sting.
Last one. I am far from a perfect parent. I make a lot of mistakes, but when I have erred I make a point of admitting to my children that I am wrong and that I am sorry. I do this because I want them to understand that none of us are perfect, but that we need to repent and then get up and try again, and again, and again. And watching my children sleep or play I feel how deeply I love them, and how I would forgive them for anything. And if I have such love for my children, how much greater and deeper Heavenly Father’s love is for me. Repentance is such a difficult concept for me. It must be that toddler pride. But I know that when we are sorry for our mistakes, and when we ask for forgiveness, and continue trying to be better people, Heavenly Father forgives us. Not only does he forgive us, but he takes our sin away entirely.
I know I have a lot more to learn from my children and that we’ve only just begun. But I am grateful for them, and grateful to God for sending them to me. They are still so little, and believe me life isn’t all ice cream but I adore them. And although I may have passing futile wishes that time would stand still for a moment, that they will stop growing up, I realize that’s selfish. I try and keep in mind that I’m raising them to be strong faithful women. I try and be a stronger, and more faithful woman myself. And the days fly by.
Very well said. You’re posts seemlessly go from funny to profound, in a way we can relate to. thanks.
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Sheesh, add editable comments, cursed blogger!
I think we were meant to be neighbors and friends ‘cuz we are on the same wave length. I really enjoy your thoughts and lessons on your blog. (Don’t forget the laughs too). Thanks for the reminders of the eternal lessons we can learn when we remember we, like our children, are God’s children on our own journey of growth and learning.
Diana–seriously . . . thanks. I needed that today. SERIOUSLY. You must be freakishly ‘in-tune’ to know I needed that.
Words of wisdom indeed, Di.
And a very beautiful post to boot.
BTW, admitting to your children when you are wrong, and apologizing is HUGE.
When parents refuse to do so, children resent them when they are adults.
Neither does the child learn the value of a SINCERE “I’m sorry.”
hari learned to eat his vegatables by eating a salad with italian dressing. linc learned to eat them with ranch dressing. however, linc would much prefer pasta to anything and hari would rather eat a popsicle. i think they go in phases.
my sister-in-law does very creative things with her veggies from martha stewart and makes them look crazy. my kids liked the carrots sticks with olives on them as lady fingers. LOL. good luck!
Awesome post Di. I can’t wait to see you guys!
Isn’t it funny how watching our kids sleep makes us all realize how precious and sweet they are. And being with them while they are awake makes our hair turn gray. Each night as I tuck them in, I promise myself I’m going to do better the next day. The next day comes, and I’m just as crazy as the day before. But I’m trying, and your post makes me want to try harder, so thank you.
I have had similar musings about how Heavenly Father parents us. My thoughts were not so delicately formed, however. They went something like this:
After watching my kids do something stupid to themselves, thinking “My kids are freaking IDIOTS! They don’t listen to a dang thing I have to say! I’ll bet Heavenly Father feels that way about me when I ***Insert sin here***”
And then I remember how much I love my kids despite their obvious flaws and think how Heavenly Father must have infinately more love for us, his idiot children.
Only, I doubt He calls us “freaking idiots.”
Sure he does! I think he called you one a few days ago.
Wuv you, shnookie baby!
No, Shanana my love, I think that was you, unless of course, that is your implication.
I nub nu.