the six kids in my family are ordered boy-girl-girl and then another set of boy-girl-girl. this is the second set. kenny, or neenee as we called him, then me on the left, then baby coco. side note: nicole, your obsession with high heels began in babyhood; every picture i have you're either wearing or holding some.
anyway, today i am looking at this picture and longing to re-live this moment in 1984. adulthood is so busy and stressful. just for a bit i'd like to be plopped on a couch making faces with nowhere to go and nothing to do. childhood is so short and precious. then reality sets in and it's never the same. i suppose grant's intense work schedule and my intense school schedule is making me wax nostalgic and wish for simpler days...
the good news is, i can give them to cate. i don't ask a lot of her, i just expect her to follow my lead and enjoy her life and littleness. i like to bring her breakfast each morning. i like to scratch her back at night while she's falling asleep. i really believe in letting the stress of life be put on hold for as long as possible. grant and i were just talking about how much we don't believe in getting frustrated or angry over accidents, spills, and other age appropriate mishaps. oh boy, who cares?!
i am confident that when the time comes to be an adult, she will work hard, keep a clean house, be anxiously engaged in good things, and will always be learning, because that's all she's ever seen. i have faith she'll follow our example and remember our teachings because our home was a safe and happy place for her to grow up.
marjorie hinckley is my idol mom. the book glimpses is a favorite. in it is an anecdote i'll never forget that pops into my head and guides my mothering decisions often. she writes: "one day our oldest boy turned up missing. there were lawns to be mowed, irrigation ditches to be cleaned. the hours ticked away. all afternoon i practiced a speech i would give him when he showed up." well, he showed up to say he'd just been doin' nothing, relaxing at the hollow all day. and marjorie, for some reason, chose not to bust him.
years later he came home during finals week in his senior year in college. he was really stressed, trying to do well enough to get into graduate school, and also things weren't going well with his girlfriend. he took a break to come talk to his mom. he said to her nostalgically: "i had a wonderful childhood...those long summer days, when you could lie on your back in the hollow and listen to the birds sing and watch the ants build their castles."
marjorie reflected as an older mother how glad she was she didn't scold him that day. she was grateful that, "the memory of the peace of a summer day sustained him when the pressures of adult life began to crowd in...there are so few empty summer days. it has never been so important that children have a home that is a place of refuge, a place of peace. i tried hard never to say 'no' to my children if i could possibly say 'yes' and i think it worked well because it gave my children the feeling that i trusted them and they were responsible to do the best they could."
i want to be just like that.
eta: sorry for those who want that book, i linked to the wrong thing above, but i like those quotes so i didn't change it! here is the book on amazon. if you live in utah you can probably find it at a thrift store, although it looks like amazon might be cheaper, ha!