The Dockstader Family
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Has anyone seen my old life hanging around? The life where everything had a place and everything was in its place? The life where Every little event was meticulously calendared so that nothing would be forgotten. The life where I had a routine with my kids so that things would run smoothly.
My life has turned completely upside down since my sweet little Emma has joined our family. I am the mother I never wanted to be. Confession time: This morning I dropped the kids off at school in my pajamas with no make-up on, and that’s not even the worst of it. I got out of the car to kiss them goodbye in my socks, with no bra! Fortunately, they are oblivious and don’t know how embarrassed they should be. What happened?! I have completely lost it. Today was crazy hair day at school for Red Ribbon Week (I fit right in as I dropped them off, as my hair had yet to see a brush!). So as I am giving Tanner a Mohawk and making Hannah’s braids stick straight up, Jack is pulling on my leg insisting that he needs to put his costume on now, and Emma is crying in the background. It is at that moment I realize that Hannah missed her first ACL meeting after school yesterday (ACL = GATE for the lower grades). AAAAHHHHH!
WHAT HAPPENED? Where did my nice, organized, in-control life go? Has anybody seen it, because I would really like it back.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Blessings of Reading the Book of Mormon
President Marion G. Romney testified of the blessings that can come into the lives of those who will read and study the Book of Mormon. He said:
"I feel certain that if, in our homes, parents will read from the Book of Mormon prayerfully and regularly, both by themselves and with their children, the spirit of that great book will come to permeate our homes and all who dwell therein. The spirit of reverence will increase; mutual respect and consideration for each other will grow. The spirit of contention will depart. Parents will counsel their children in greater love and wisdom. Children will be more responsive and submissive to the counsel of their parents. Righteousness will increase. Faith, hope, and charity--the pure love of Christ--will abound in our homes and lives, bringing in their wake, peace, joy, and happiness" (in Conference Report, April 1980, p. 90; or Ensign, May 1980, p. 67).
Just a little tidbit from my study today. I don’t know about anyone else, but those are blessings I can’t afford to do without.
Personal Scripture Study
I have been searching for a way to improve my personal scripture study. I would love to take an institute class, but it’s just not possible at this time in my life. Quite by accident I found that BYU offers some of their religion courses online for free! I have just started their Book of Mormon class and I’m really enjoying it. Just thought I would share incase anyone else was looking for something new.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
I will not yell
My precious children are fighting – again. I’m ignoring it – again. It’s Sunday. We’re supposed to be keeping the Sabbath holy. I don’t think that involves fighting. The first four times I tell them in my nicest mommy voice, “Please, be kind”. That didn’t work. By the fifth time I want to yell, “Knock it off!”, but I don’t.
Flashback to Friday evening: Tanner & Hannah have dug a hole in the backyard and filled it with water, breaking not one but three rules (no taking yard tools out of the garage, no digging in the flower beds, & no playing with the hose without asking). Mommy is not happy, because mommy wants to get ready for her date (the one night a week mommy can leave the stresses of motherhood behind and rejuvenate with the love of her life), but now instead of getting a shower mommy has to figure out how to get three muddy kids to the bathroom without getting mud all over the floors she just mopped. Mommy is not happy. Mommy yells. Jack comes up and pokes me in the leg with his finger. I look down at him. “I need a hug”, he says. Sighing I give him a squeeze. “Awww, you so happy”, he says and off he goes. He doesn’t like it when I yell. I don’t like it when I yell. His sweet request for a hug reminds me that I do not want to be the mommy that yells all the time.
Return to present: “Tanner & Hannah, please finish cleaning up the blocks then find a book and go to your rooms to read until I tell you it’s ok to come out.” (and all of that was said in my “calm mommy” voice.) I am so proud. They are now fighting about how to clean up the blocks. “Ouch! you pinched my finger!”, “Hey, I was going to put that one away!”, “Don’t just rip it out of my hand!”, “ I want to put it there, don’t move it!” (I will not yell, I will not yell, I will not yell) The blocks are finally cleaned up and each go to their respective rooms. A minute later Tanner comes into my room, “Mom, can I go apologize to Hannah?” Surprised I tell him yes. (For those of you thinking “Awww, how sweet, there’s going to be a happy ending.” I say, “Don’t get your hopes up.”) I hear a door slam, open, then slam again. Open, slam, open slam. “Mom! She slammed the door in my face!” (I will not yell, I will not yell, I will not yell)
Still waiting for the happy ending? So am I! I think it’s called bedtime!