YES, WE REALLY DO HAVE EIGHT!

YES, We Really Do Have Eight!

I love babies. When my babies hit their first birthday, I long once again for that tiny helpless little person that smells like baby powder and doesn't squirm away when you're staring at his beautiful little face. Now don't get me wrong. I love the other stages too. I laugh out loud when I hear the jibber jabber of his first words (Jackson). I giggle when I see one dance hysterically when she hears a Justin Bieber song (Bekkah). I beam with pride when she puts gospel principals into action as she prepares for her upcomming baptism (Emily). I am amazed over and over as he accepts and conquers challenges far beyond his years (Ammon). I burst with pride as I watch his determination and drive in all that he sets his mind to (Zane). I melt when I see the empathy, and concern she has for others (Mckenzie). I have to catch my breath when I see him snuggle with his baby brother (Zachary). I am amazed as I read his letters from his mission (Tres). I guess I just love it all. And this is why I have, despite my horrible pregnancies, we have eight beautiful, talented, amazing, wonderful children!







Thursday, January 8, 2009

I Hope They Call Me On A Mission

Sunday was Tres' first Missionary Preparation Class. The parents were invited to attend the first meeting. The first thing I noticed was that in a chapel and two overflows full of young men and women and thier parents, I was the only pregnant mother! Does that mean I'm too old to have babies or too young to have a missionary? I prefer the latter, though my body knows the real truth.

As mothers I think we always feel like we could do better. Our FHE's should be more meaningful, our chore chart should be longer, we should teach more, or lecture less. But what an overwhelming feeling to have your Stake President loving tell you what is expected of your young man, oh and by the way you have 10 months to get him ready!

I think I half expected, half hoped that the 18th birthday would be magical. Somehow he would become responsible, patient, and self-motivated overnight. Since magic didn't work, I guess it's up to us.

I'm not real worried about the spiritual aspect for Tres. He has an amazing testimony. He knows the scriptures better than I, probably better than most. He's read nearly the whole Preach My Gospel Manual. He says his prayers and can talk gospel principals with the best of them. It's the living away from home that gets me. Will he be able to wake up on time, will he remember to wear his retainer (we put a lot of money into those teeth!), how will he deal with the different personalities of his companions, what if he gets lost, or scared, or discouraged.

When I got home I spent some time on my knees. I needed answers to my fears, and what I found was a quiet reassurance that "all will be well, do your best, and I will do the rest."

I know we still have some work to get him ready. He will need to get up close and personal with the iron, among other things, but I know with the Lord's help he will be a wonderful missionary.

2 comments:

Kathy P said...

...yea, they had been taught by their mothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them.
And they rehearsed unto me the words of their mothers, saying: We do not doubt our mothers knew it.

Tres will be a great missionary. His mother has taught him well.

Tami said...

I echo what Kathy said. I don't think you have anything to worry about (except missing him too much!) :)

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