10.15.2008

I was feeling a tiiiiiiiiny bit frustrated with all the messes I was picking up today.
I first had to deal with the grape juice on the carpet.
And on Reese's clothes.
And his shoes (his new, very white shoes).
And it was a lot.
Believe me when I say that.
A lot.
I then had to deal with the toothbrush that Reese was putting in the toilet and then in his mouth.
Over and over.
I sure hope he doesn't get some awful disease.
He now knows how to open doors (and toilet seats).
I'm doomed.

Next was the baby powder all over himself and the floor.
At least his room smells good.
But it's not so fun to clean up. And of course there's the usual breakfast and lunch disaster.
*Sigh*
Yep. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself.

Then.
I went visiting teaching (yep, you can click on that).
And I read this:
"Female roles did not begin on earth, and they do not end here. A woman who treasures motherhood on earth will treasure motherhood in the world to come."
(Julie Beck said that. She's a rock. Go ahead. Click on her name . . .).

And it got me thinking.
I do treasure my life at this very moment.
I treasure my boys.
All three of them.
I treasure my home.
And all it's imperfections.
I treasure my knowledge of things earthly and things spiritual.
I even treasure my calling--you can click that one too.
(I know, I know).
My life is a treasure.
Mess and all.

5 comments:

Nadia said...

And just look how cute they are in those pictures!

Scrap Happy said...

What do you mean, visiting teaching?? It's not even the last week of the month!!

Kristen said...

I don't know how our moms did it. I feel burnt out on cleaning the messes and I only have 2. I guess they grow up and it's more about managing life's bigger messes. Ok, I will treasure where we're at now!

ALLRED FAMILY said...

And more than you will ever know, all three of your boys treasure you. You are the wife, the mom, the listener, the comforter, the maid, the fun-time giver, the boundary maker, the joke and story teller, the treat giving, mess cleaning, hug and kiss master, and the number one woman in their lives.

You rock! And mothers of boys have a place in heaven reserved just them. Thought you should know...

Janette Porter said...

This is such a hard stage. They are so busy and into everything. Not to mention Reese has an older brother, so if he is like my younger ones, they think they can do all the things that big brother does, for example poor a glass of milk and the whole gallon ends up on the kitchen floor. You gave such a sweet reminder to treasure what we have here so we can treasure it in heaven.