Sunday, August 23, 2009
Service
The other day I just could not find my kind voice tone with the children all day long...especially with Clover. I was so dissapointed in myself but I just couldn't stop. Every little thing (or should I say WHINE) put me over the edge. I would apologize to the kids for my grumpy voice tone but then I couldn't make them any promises that it was going to get any better any time soon.
The next day I stuck to my regular routine of reading my scriptures and saying my personal prayer and I specifically asked that I could have more self-discipline and not abuse the children like I did the day before. I then left to teach a Spinning class which I used to get rid of any pent up frustration I may have left in me from the day before. I think it worked, I was sweaty from head to toe and exhausted (in the thorough work-out way) and ready to head home.
Just as I walked in I found Dalton in the kitchen looking guilty of something and asked him what was going on. He told me not to ask but to just find out(oh great). I made my way into the master bathroom to find that Zoie had drawn me a nice bath, (with bath water minerals for added scent and muscle relaxation) candles, relaxation music (BLASTING of all things), a tropical drink, a bowl of ice cream with all of the fixings, and a small bowl of baked potato chips. Zoie then proceeded to tell me that she just knew that I was going to come home exhausted from working out and would like to relax in a nice bath and that she didn't want me to worry about anything because she would take care of everything including the babies.
I gratefully climbed into the bathtub with my gym clothes on (for their amusement and my modesty) and started enjoying all of the snacks and then I invited who ever wanted to to join me.
I loved it.
I suppressed to urge to feel guilty (let me be honest...more like the biggert JERK in the whole world and it was VERY difficult) about being so grumpy the day before, that it then became Zoie's purpose in life to make her mom happy, but I rather embraced the notion that my children do know when and how to serve when an opportunity presents itself.
I am so thankful for my children and for their forgiving hearts and for the Spirit that comes when we love and serve each other. I think Zoie grew 10 ft that day spiritually and I am so proud of her.
