I love children. I love their fresh perspectives on things, I love their candor and I love the way they can zero in on what really matters.
I remember hearing a story about a mother who had 10 children and was expecting #11. Clearly her life was hectic but one day she had more trouble than usual doing the routine chores. Her 3 year old son was on her heels no matter where she went or what she did. Everytime she turned around she'd trip over him. Several times she patiently suggested activities to occupy him and always got the same response, "Oh, that's all right, Mommy. I'd rather be in here with you." And he'd continue to bounce happily along behind her.
After stepping on his toes for the fifth time, she lost patience and insisted that he go outside to play. He resisted, and when she asked him why he was acting this way, he looked up at her and
said, "Well, Mommy, in Primary my teacher told me to walk in Jesus' footsteps. But I can't see Him so I"m walking in yours."
What a great reminder of the vital role of a mother. Moms truly are the link between their children and the Savior.
Humbling. (I wish I could go back and re-do some of my footsteps.)
8 comments:
ahhh-what a sweet story!!!
i cannot imagine having 11 children! my grandmother did and i don't see how she did it!
Great post Jan! It's a fabulous reminder of the vital role we play as mothers.
man, such a great story. as always, i need to work on my patience!!!
That is so sweet. I'll haveto remember that when my kids follow me everywhere.
11 children?! Holy Cannoli! Thanks for this reminder--lately I have been feeling like I need to appreciate these kiddos at this age more. Instead of always ushering them away, I need to appreciate them as they are...hmmmm...I have much to figure out!
So true...but now that my kids are a bit older the only one in my family that is constantly under foot is my DOG:)
ug. since i've started my diet, i'm not constantly on a sugar high or caffeine fix & i hate to admit it, but i've caught myself being snappy. shoot!
I'll have to remember this story right around time I prepare dinne---when my children are wanting my attention and my nerves are going a little crazy.
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