God's Work

I don't think it is any secret that I am not very good at updating regularly. I love to blog, but am just not very good at managing my time apparently, so I have little spurts of blogging. Anyway, I was thinking about it the other day, and I am a lot like Nephi in that way (hang it there), a ton of what he wrote about had happened years earlier, so I figured if I am only a few months off, I should be good. Plus, I usually back date it anyway, so the post is around the time of the picture, that way I can keep track for future reference.

Anyway, these last few months have been a bit crazy around these parts. Parley is fitting in wonderfully with her older siblings, they adore her. I have been thinking a lot lately about what I do, staying home with my kids and all, and how incredibly lucky I am.

I remember playing house with some neighbor friends of mine when I lived in NY. I don't even remember his name, but some little boy and I would get married about once a week. The number of baby doll kids we had varied, but I remember how we would always play that I stayed at home with the kids and he went to work. I would cook him pretend dinner and chat with my friend as we took care of our baby doll kids.

As a teen in Florida, I remember talking with my good friend Holly about people would joke about being in the kitchen, pregnant and barefoot, but we actually thought that sounded kind of nice.

Fast forward 10 years and I am there, living my dream of mommy-hood. I'd be lying if I told you every minute is blissful singing with the kids while we decorate perfectly formed flower cookies on perfectly clean counter-tops.  It''s more like some singing with the occasional scolding not to eat the cookie, in the shape of a circle because it is way easier to make a circle than a flower, that your sister is trying to frost but ends up eating most of the frosting while you ignore the flour on the counter and floor, which your baby is now rolling in, that you'll have to clean up after you clean up the baby. 


Yes, I'm in the thick of it, with diapers and dinner, cleaning and laundry... never ending laundry (not my favorite thing in the world). Each day has a different schedule of preschool or doctors appointments, library time or a trip to the park. My life is not my own right now, but I think that is why I am so happy. Every day I get to serve these little angels the Lord has blessed me with. I get to help them learn to say please and thank-you, to make their beds and flush the toilet. I get to help them say their prayers and read the scriptures, to say I'm sorry and how to work in the garden. I am happy because I am doing God's work, I am raising my babies unto the Lord. 

If someone were to look through my finger printed windows into my toy strewn living room, they probably woudn't see it quite the way I do, but why would they? Motherhood is my dream, not theirs, and it is my blessing, of which I am eternally grateful.