May 13, 2010
I am sitting in the peaceful quiet of the evening, soaking in all the beauty around me. The front rooms are clean - only one chore remains to be done. It is the chore I silently added to the list; they must have gone on memory and not read it.
My 15 year old boys are in their bedroom. I go to their room to tell one of them about the chore I added to his list. I open the door and prepare to speak ~ suddenly I stop myself.
The twins are kneeling on the floor together speaking in a quiet whisper. There is a feeling of reverence. In their hands are their Patriarchal Blessings; I know I have interrupted a reverent moment.
I apologize for the interruption, tell them I love them, and close the door.
I walk to the front room and sit down to the family computer which sits upon the beautiful new desk. I count my blessings as I remember how messy our front room looked before with just a table and all the homescholing supplies in site; I look with awe at the beautiful clean look that now fills the room. Papers and books are behind closed doors and cupboards, save the few that I proudly display within marble bookends; there is now room for plants and other beautiful decorations to go with all the practical necessities. I am overwhelmed with gratitude.
As awe struck as I am about the physical beauty which has just increased in our front room - I am more amazed by the beauty of my youth.
I think again about my twin boys sitting reverently and reading their blessings. I think of my daughter who also cherishes her blessing, and of the 12 year old who is anxious to receive his Patriarchal Blessing; he doesn't want to wait until the recommended age of 14. I remember telling him to prepare well with daily prayer and scripture study, and by always striving to listen to the spirit and do Heavenly Father's will and not his own; and then, I tell him, he will be ready for more counsel. I remember him coming to me a few days later and telling me he is keeping track of his daily scripture study; he has read three days in a row so far.
I am in awe. There is so much beauty; there are so many blessings. Life Is Beautiful. I am at peace.
I am sitting in the peaceful quiet of the evening, soaking in all the beauty around me. The front rooms are clean - only one chore remains to be done. It is the chore I silently added to the list; they must have gone on memory and not read it.
My 15 year old boys are in their bedroom. I go to their room to tell one of them about the chore I added to his list. I open the door and prepare to speak ~ suddenly I stop myself.
The twins are kneeling on the floor together speaking in a quiet whisper. There is a feeling of reverence. In their hands are their Patriarchal Blessings; I know I have interrupted a reverent moment.
I apologize for the interruption, tell them I love them, and close the door.
I walk to the front room and sit down to the family computer which sits upon the beautiful new desk. I count my blessings as I remember how messy our front room looked before with just a table and all the homescholing supplies in site; I look with awe at the beautiful clean look that now fills the room. Papers and books are behind closed doors and cupboards, save the few that I proudly display within marble bookends; there is now room for plants and other beautiful decorations to go with all the practical necessities. I am overwhelmed with gratitude.
As awe struck as I am about the physical beauty which has just increased in our front room - I am more amazed by the beauty of my youth.
I think again about my twin boys sitting reverently and reading their blessings. I think of my daughter who also cherishes her blessing, and of the 12 year old who is anxious to receive his Patriarchal Blessing; he doesn't want to wait until the recommended age of 14. I remember telling him to prepare well with daily prayer and scripture study, and by always striving to listen to the spirit and do Heavenly Father's will and not his own; and then, I tell him, he will be ready for more counsel. I remember him coming to me a few days later and telling me he is keeping track of his daily scripture study; he has read three days in a row so far.
I am in awe. There is so much beauty; there are so many blessings. Life Is Beautiful. I am at peace.
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Remember this beautiful moment. It will help carry you through the moments that seem a little tougher.
ReplyDeleteThat sounded pessimistic. I didn't mean it that way. I just know that these types of moments that I hold dear to my heart sustain me through the hard times. Thanks for sharing. Now, can you come clean my house? I'd like some of that!! :D
Rachel - No worries about it sounding pesimestic... I AGREE! That's why I wrote this, to remind me of this moment when it fades away! LOL :D
ReplyDeletePS. If only we lived in the same state - then we could clean our houses together! Oh well!
I love those moments when our kids surprise us by doing things that seem older and wiser beyond their years. It makes the hard days of mothering worth it.
ReplyDeleteI agree. We all need to live closer together...Corine, there is a house behind me for sale and Rachel is right down the street! :)
Natale ~ LOL :D I love that you mentioned the house for sale behind your house... and Rachel living near you! We women would have such fun together!! But... where's the water? I think you gals will have to come visit me over here! :D Seriously... let's find an excuse!
ReplyDeleteAs for "these moments," YES! When the munchkins turn back into "monsters" (did I just write that? Not mine, of course... mine are practically perfect... ;) ha! ha! LOL) (or in Rachel's case, "natives" LOL,) we really need memories like this one to dwell upon! :) Do you have a nick name for your munchkins? Yours aren't perfect... are they? Because if they are you're kicked out of the club. Mine aren't perfect - just PRACTICALLY perfect. (just kidding! ;)
TTFN
Corine