Sometimes I think about all the scriptures I want the children to learn, and I think, there’s no way. They should’ve learned so much more by now. There are so many more they need to memorize. I notice they don’t recite their multiplication facts quite as snappily as I’d like. And I worry a little. I think about the list of US presidents I want them to know, and while we’re at it, the vp’s to boot. And I hear the clock ticking. I flip through my favorite…
We’ve been busy the past couple of weeks, busy with a (mostly) childhood illness: chicken pox. No, it was not fun for them. But this cloud had its silver lining. It forced us to slow down and focus on simple things, the way sickness always does: comforting a miserable child just by holding them, letting them sleep on your bed, running baths in the middle of the day, and special mom-and-me movie times while everyone else is out for the evening. Another upside to this downtime was watching them practice compassion as one child put a…
