So glad that the day started off so wonderful-
and it's not that things got terribly bad, but ...
It was a normal day with a family of 6-
children's age ranging from 18 months to 10 years.
It was a normal day with that family of 6 trying to listen to the 2nd day of conference.
It was a normal day of trying to encourage the kids to get along.
It was a normal day of trying not to step into the kids arguments.
It was a normal day of stepping into the kids arguments.
It was a normal day of the constant barrage of sounds coming at me like a strobe light for my ears.
It was a normal day of trying to meet everyone's needs and stay sane.
This is the first conference that I can remember not coming away feeling better, or uplifted. Not that there was anything at all wrong with conference. It's just that I could hardly hear, or catch the feeling of it.
(Except the first session where we sustained the Prophet, and then today when we sang How Firm A Foundation and my whole family stopped the fighting and sang)
There was a moment that I caught what someone was saying. About mothers. And needing to enjoy it ... and I thought, "wait-am I enjoying this?"
There are times and seasons, and I need to recognize this one for what it is.
And remember that there is no way to be perfect, but a million ways to be good.
It was a normal day that ended like most. After everyone is in bed, and I go peek at them one last time, and feel so grateful for who they are, and that they are here.