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Mother of the Year Goes to.... Not Me

Every morning I go to the gym to exercise. I love it because I have a lot of friends there (it's my adult interaction for the day...hahah...but seriously...), endorphins are released, I feel powerful and strong....etc. Fast forward to about 10 minutes after I arrive home.

Kids are fighting over who grabbed the box of cereal first.

Tears are rolling down cheeks from, "Cameron looked at me in a mean way."

Fights are breaking out between who has to be the flippin' monkey in the middle...

You get the idea.

So pretty much all the good I do at 5:30 in the wee early morning hours gets completely undone. (Perhaps I should schedule my workouts to after the kids leave for school instead?)

Anyway, today was no different. The kids actually all got ready on their own really well without any fights. They had a good 20 minutes to kill before we had to leave for school. They decided to play a game (but not the blasted Monkey in the Middle game...No! No! I banned that game [and 'jinx&#…

Primary & General Conference

This past weekend was General Conference. While watching it I noticed that some primary children from a stake were singing in place of the Mo-Tab Choir. I had completely forgotten that I once did that, too!

I was 11, almost 12. (I remember how old I was because I felt too old and dumb to still be in primary when all my other friends were already in Young Women.) We practiced every Sunday evening at a stake building. They taught us how to sit properly, how to stand appropriately, what colors to wear (light pastels), how to sing and sound words out like you had a British accent, etc.

The day finally came (a Saturday afternoon session), and we were ready to go. I wasn't nervous. My friends and I all got placed on the very last row high up in the corner of the Tabernacle (this was before the Conference Center was built).

I remembered our leaders telling us to sit very still and reverently during the talks (when the lights were dim) because even though on television nobody can see you, the people in the Tabernacle could. I tried SO hard to be so good. I sat straight up the whole time, listened intently to the speakers, and tried to find my mom and Tenille sitting in the audience. It wasn't easy sitting like that for two whole hours straight, but I did it. I felt so good that I did. And even after my mom and Tenille came to get me and Spence (he also was singing), they complimented me on how well I did staying still--and that not many other kids did it.

The only other thing I remember about this day was when our prophet, President Gordon B. Hinkcley entered the room, everybody stood. As we were standing he walked right in front of us primary children and smiled and waved. I felt like he was looking right. at. me. I felt so good.

I won't ever forget this experience. President Hinckley was the main prophet I grew up with. He was my favorite. I had a really hard time when he passed away almost four years ago. I think this experience was partly how I grew a strong testimony of our prophets.


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