I'm Gonna Miss This

There are at least two kids in our bed every night. Randy and I end up on the edges of the bed. Although I wake up with a backache every morning....someday, I gonna miss this.

This post has been in the makings for several weeks now. I didn't know I'd be writing it, but after yesterday, I am. I have served in the Primary Presidency for the past year and yesterday, we were released. The people I have served with have taught me so much. The Primary kids amaze me, and my testimony has grown. Hannah and Nathan always took it upon themselves to leave their class to come sit by me and mooch gum or mints or complain of a 'stomachache'. It drove me nuts sometimes that they wouldn't sit where they are suppose to. But now, I realize I'm gonna miss it.


Last month or so, I had an epiphany. Randy and I were in the car driving somewhere. We were both quiet and I was thinking. I have had a lot of responsibilities lately that have really weighed me down. They are all good things- things that I enjoy. Yet all together, they take their toll. So as I was contemplating my many tasks, I began to get frustrated. Then, as clear as I was living it, I had a vision. In my vision (I call it that for lack of a better word) I walked into Hailey's room. It was completely empty. No cute rainbow spread across the wall. No clothes on the floor or books on the bed. Nothing. One by one, I walked into each of my children's rooms and found the same thing. The house was silent and empty. The bathroom was spotless and there was no pile of laundry in the hallway. In this vision, my kids were all grown and gone. It was awful. I realized more clearly than I have ever realized anything before, that I WILL miss this: The dirty walls, endless laundry, toys and books on the floor, baggies of crushed goldfish, and spilled cereal. Dirty toilets, mac & cheese, banana peels and half eaten sandwiches, someday will not consume my day. And it I will miss it.



Last week was another extremely busy one filled with PTA responsibilities, and parent teacher conferences among other things. I was gone a lot and felt I had neglected my kids. Saturday night, I sat, rocking Emma in the rocking chair. I don't do this often, but that night, I needed it more than she did. Sometimes I wish I could abandon all responsibility and just focus on my little ones. President Monson's General Conference talk sums it up all so well.

In case you have your sound turned off, turn it on and listen to the song playing. Yes, I realize it's country, but if you can get past that, it has a message that I love. So despite whatever challenges I am facing, I know some day I'm gonna miss it.