Growing Up

There are days with my kids that I look at them and I am amazed at how quickly time is flying by. Sheriff was just set apart today as 1st counselor in the Deacons Quorum. He also received a calling to play prelude music on certain Sundays in church. That means learning hymns and doing some extra practicing for this big responsibility. I can't believe my 12-year-old will be playing the piano in the chapel! And here I was today freaking out over the thought of having to play in the upcoming Primary program in September. If Sheriff can play in front of the ward then so can I.... I think.

Of course, other days I'm not so overcome with amazement. I wonder why the days feel the same and it is a chore to drag my sorry butt out of bed to start another day that I know will look and sound the same as yesterday and the day before.

Sometimes when Brett gets frustrated with the boys when they have been particularly naughty he'll say, "grow up!" And I watch and wait to see if they magically grow up.

Nope. It doesn't work.

But despite the long days, the frustrating days, and even the days when it is all you can do to hold back the tears, you are sometimes gifted with those moments when a child says or does something to touch your heart that lets you know that all the daily efforts you make are worth it. Like today when Smiley wanted to bear his testimony in church. He didn't end up going up but the fact that he wanted to do it made me feel good inside. Later at home during Family Home Evening we each bore our testimonies (a Fast Sunday tradition in our home) so he had a chance to share his testimony.

So you have those times with your kids when you see that something, somewhere is sinking in and one day they will grow up and leave with all the things you have tried so hard to teach them.

Now whether they use it...