At times the world calls, no wait, screams at me to come out and do something useful. It is times like these that I have to remember how important the work that I do in my home really is.
In our 2008 April General Conference, Elder M Russell Ballard reminded all the mothers in my church of the following: "First, recognize that the joy of motherhood comes in moments. There will be hard times and frustrating times. But amid the challenges, there are shining moments of joy and satisfaction...I surely know that there is no role in life more essential and more eternal than that of motherhood."
Author Anna Quindlen reminds us not to rush past the fleeting moments. She said: “The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. … I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” (Loud and Clear , 10–11).
So, my goal this month is to slow down and try and enjoy each moment more. This means I really need to control my anger so that I don't mess up the moments and opportunities to make good moments out of problems.
For instance, last night Kiah was having a melt down. They are getting more common as she moves through these difficult pre-teen years. But this one had been going on for at least an hour (it was over loading the dishwasher). At one point she was in the kitchen just crying hysterically and screeching because some dirty water splashed on her feet as she was rinsing the dishes off. I walked in and really wanted to put an end to this. Luckily, I was calm enough not to yell at her. I just walked up and hugged her and asked her to calm down. I would love to say that she stopped crying and said, "I'm sorry Mom, thanks for the hug. I love you." Unfortunately, I don't live in a fairy tale. Instead, she yelled, "I GIVE UP!" and ran upstairs to her room. *sigh*
My point in all this is that I feel good about myself because I overcame my natural tendency to yell and react exactly the way Kiah had. Even though it did not turn out the way I would have wanted, I took the time to savor the moment instead of yelling. She's growing up and before I know it she will be leaving for college. Maybe if I can continue to make these small victories, Kiah will be able to do the same.