Sometimes it seems as though the things we try to teach our children go unheeded.
For example, my children can never seem to remember where the flush handle is on the toilet, no matter how many times I show them how to use such a complicated device. *insert eye roll*
Or that coming up to me while I am up to my elbows in raw chicken and trying to stir something on the stove with my toes (okay not really) while talking on the phone and getting a huge kink in my neck because it's cradled under my chin and..... *continuing this sentence through grinding teeth* poking me in the side over and over and over and over again while methodically saying, "mom... mom... mom... mom... mom... mom..." does not help in an way, shape, or form and will usually result in a small explosion of my sanity. *huge intake of breath*
Not that it drives me crazy or anything.
Or that despite the convenience of it, their shirt is really NOT meant to be a napkin. Or a towel. Or a paint canvas.
Neither is their face.
So every once in a while, when a child calmly comes up to me with a quiet, "um, excuse me mom?", or I don't have to flush the toilet before I let a guest use it, you start to feel some hope in your parenting skills.
Well, this weekend was General Conference.
It is a time for those of us who belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints to listen to the words of our modern day prophets.
I love conference weekend and always feel so uplifted and edified.
But imagine what eight hours of talks over the course of two days is like for a small child.
Needless to say, our basement turned into battle of the forts.
And I wonder if our children learn anything at all.
Then last night, Savannah handed me this note.
"Dear mom and dad, Like a flower you are sweet. Like a flower you grow as you get nourished. You get nourished by the gospel and the Holy Ghost. Your faith, testimony, and hope grow. Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father love you and know they're proud of you. You're the best parents anyone could have. I'm glad they put us together into this family. May the Holy Ghost be with you and help guide your every move.
Love you with all my heart and soul,
Well maybe, just maybe... my kids will survive having me for a mom after all.