As I see all five of my children growing, I am sometimes a little bit serious about not wanting them to rush to grow up. Each day is a little more precious, because of the reality of its temporary nature.
But lately, I have been coming to terms with the fact that my children are not so little anymore. I am no longer in the season of life that includes diapers (yay!) and constantly having a little person in my arms. And some days my arms feel so empty, but I look at our very full calendar and am not sad for long.
I have been impressed several times lately that what is happening in the lives of my older children, good things like National Honor Society, being able to play the organ at church, and being worthy and ready to serve others at the temple, is a fruit of seeds that were planted long ago. I do not regret a single hour we spent reading aloud or playing outside together. Not a single imperfect Family Home Evening was wasted. No moment of eye contact and sincere teaching was done in vain. Not a moment wasted, but instead those intentional interactions were seeds.
My years of young motherhood were spent planting those seeds and nurturing our sprouting children. While not perfect, I tried my best to seek out the best plants and pull out the weeds. For us, some of the best things we chose to cultivate were family prayer each night, a daily devotional each morning, and letting our new readers stumble through verses of scripture. We also encouraged our children to pursue the study of music and to read as much as possible, those have been blessings to our family.
This realization has only fueled my desire to truly invest myself into being connected to the things that matter most: my individual family members, my own spirituality, and my ability to serve those around me. These are the things I am focusing on this year and that I know I will not regret. My daily actions are the seeds I am currently planting. I think I need to constantly evaluate what is a weed and what is desirable.
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