And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of him, this is the testimony, last of all, which we give of Him:
That He lives!
For we saw him, even on the right hand of God; and we heard the voice bearing record that he is the Only Begotten of the Father—
That by him, and through him, and of him, the worlds are and were created, and the inhabitants thereof are begotten sons and daughters unto God.
—Doctrine & Covenants 76:22-24
Happy Easter!
It’s that feeling when the kids are settled at naps or bedtime—that release when you know you have some time to yourself (even if you’ll probably fritter it all away).
The first thing I do is think about what I want to get done. The second thing is to get on the computer and promptly not do it. (Note to self: time to reread your post on getting off the computer!)
When do you sigh—and what’s the first thing you do?
I like to read. Some of this comes from a (probably somewhat misguided) belief that I’ll be able to find answers in books. So I’ve read more parenting books than I can remember (let along remember all the advice from!).
While that’s not always true, I have learned a lot from some parenting books. Here are a few that have influenced the way I raise my children:
Not all the answers are found in a book, but they’re always good for finding new solutions (even if they don’t work out for you).
What are your favorite parenting books?
Photo by Henry Bloomfield
In my church, there’s a doctrine about opposition:
For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things. If not so, . . . righteousness could not be brought to pass, neither wickedness, neither holiness nor misery, neither good nor bad. (2 Ne 2:11)
It’s easy to find the opposition in motherhood—from my kids (I do have a two year old!), from society, from myself. It’s harder to remember that this opposition is an important part of life. Without opposition, we wouldn’t appreciate to easy times, the good times, the happy times.
I’ve said it before:
In life, there will always be the bitter. Though I don’t dwell on it as much anymore, adjusting to motherhood will probably always be one of those experiences for me whenever I do look back on it. But, like the plum, there is so much more sweet than the bitter in motherhood—and without that bitter skin, I don’t know if I’d ever really come to value the sweet.
What do you think? How has the bitter helped you appreciate the sweet?
Because she’s coming today!
It’s been over nine months since we’ve seen her last, and we’re all thrilled to see Nana today.