I Am A Child Of God

Yesterday seemed like a big day...but to most it probably didn't feel much different than any other Sunday. We went through our "normal" Sunday morning routine. For us that includes a lot of wrestling, screaming, calling each other names, crying, tattle-telling, and so on. Breakfast was a fiasco with each boy picking on the other, or 2 or 3 of them ganging up on one...and then they would trade off and start ganging up on another. I lost it at this point and told them that I couldn't understand how they could be so awful to each other. I mean, they say the most horrible things to one another...it really makes me sad. I went into my office and closed the door and frantically tried to put a million thoughts into some sort of organized lesson to present to my Laurels, while listening to the utter chaos that was happening in the rest of the house. It's amazing to me how much noise 4 young boys can make. By this point I was TICKED...I literally felt my blood pressure rise...and resigned to the fact that there was no way I was going to be able to concentrate on getting my lesson together. I stopped and just sat at my desk listening to what was going on outside of my office. When I really listened I discovered that the boys weren't fighting at all. In fact, they were all playing together--LOUDLY, mind you,--but together. I just sat and listened. It's rare that they all play together without getting on each other's nerves. It's rare that they all play together without getting on my nerves. I decided to let it fly. These moments are way to rare to interrupt with a plea for less loud play. For some reason I was able to shut out the noise and put my lesson together.
At 12:something, Tanner had his 12 year old interview with the Bishop. I'm still in shock that he'll be old enough to hold the priesthood in just over a week. He's growing so fast. I wish time would just slow down a bit.

After his appointment we all gathered in the Chapel of the church and waited patiently for Sacrament Meeting to start. Treyson and Tate were extremely excited and anxious because it was the Primary Program. They had worked hard to memorize their parts and couldn't wait to say them into the microphone. Ty and Tanner grumbled a lot, but trudged up to their spots on the stage and waited for their turns.

That's when it hit me...

This was the very last Primary Program where all of my boys would be participating. I fought back the tears as I watched the four of them sing the songs and say their parts. I held in the laughter when Tate pulled a face at Kevin and I, and when he was doing his "Spider Man hands". I was filled with pride as Tanner stood up there, the oldest boy in the primary, and even though he didn't want to be there, set an example for his brothers to follow. I was reminded that I am a child of God, and that God has sent me 4 of His choice spirits to love, nurture, and teach. What started out as a pretty awful day ended up being extremely enjoyable for me. I am so thankful for my beautiful boys, even when, at times, they drive me absolutely crazy. They are my life and my heart.