When my dad was my age, he was dying of brain cancer. He had two little kids, just like me. I don't feel afraid of death, and he didn't either, but I'm sure he felt wrenching pain when he thought about leaving us and our sweet Mama. He lived really well, and my childhood memories of him before and during his illness are very sweet.
I've been struggling to be as patient as I should be with my boys. Life is busy and stressful at our house much of the time. I get worn out, frustrated and tired. Sometimes in weak moments, I take it out on them.
I bet if I knew I was dying, I wouldn't.
Isn't it strange that some of our toughest days are mixed right in with our happiest ones? I don't want to miss my best moments of my life because I didn't give them the attention or appreciation they deserved.
2 comments:
oh i love that talk so much. i've listened to it many times since last conference. i certainly struggle with the same things. patience is in much too short supply and anger much to quick to come with me. i think we are both "doers" and it will always be a challenge to try to balance that with a little more patience and perspective. i have bookmarked that blog to read later. thanks lisa for your thoughtful approach to mothering, and your example. happy conference weekend! (in fact, it's time for us to tune in now in memphis!)
I am sure you are an extremely patient, loving parent and your boys will grow up looking for a wife just like their mother.
Everyone melts down a bit occasionally, It's normal.
I'm not worried about you, but I do miss not being able to visit in person. I always enjoy your pictures and posts.
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