Four years ago I started this blog on my birthday and wrote this post. Looking back over the past four years, some things have changed and some have stayed the same.
Pyro boy is still fascinated with fire, so our fireplace continues to remain dormant. He still has no internal locus of control and just last week tried to steal $100 of my grocery cash and thought I wouldn’t notice. I still have children who stick their hands under the bathroom door with a “Mom, can you see my fingers?” as they seek for attention, but for the most part they are different children than the ones who were doing it four years ago. I probably have a few more aches and pains than I did four years ago, I have a few more children, and I still don’t get the time alone with my husband that I would prefer. I need the Weight Watchers muffin rather than a piece of cake even more than I did four years ago, but I’m working on it.
Life is still good, the gospel is of course still very true, and my gratitude for my Savior and his atonement has grown in leaps and bounds as I have experienced trials and loss of loved ones. My love for my family and appreciation for eternal relationships has deepened even as my patience may have decreased. Yes, I guess it is safe to say I am grumpier in my old age even though I promised myself when I was much younger that I would not allow that to happen.
I have been blessed with a new daughter-in-law, a new son-in-law, and a new granddaughter. We have had 5 foster children come and go, and have recently adopted our 6th foster child who the Lord placed in my heart almost 5 years before her arrival. It was a long wait, but worth every minute as we adore her and her sweet personality. She has a set of lungs and a piercing scream that can break glass when she is upset, but she can be a sweetheart as well. The other night she was awake from 3 to 5 a.m. and I was less than amused. As I lay down on her bed, however, to encourage her to go back to sleep she patted me on the face and said, “Mama, you are a rock star!” Not sure what recesses of her brain that emerged from, but I’ll take it.
Last year at this time we traveled to the Mesa, Arizona Temple to be sealed to Caleb. It was a beautiful way to have a White Christmas, as well as a wonderful way to end 2010 and start 2011. He came home from China with no knowledge of God or Christ, but over the past few years chose to take the missionary lessons, pray to know for himself if the gospel was true, and then said he was ready to take the next step of being sealed to our family. We have not wanted to push him because we wanted him to take those steps when he felt ready and not have him do it because he thought we expected it of him.
If my kids thought I was older than dirt four years ago, they probably think I am a dinosaur fossil this year. Never did I dream I would be my age and raising a 3-year-old, but God clearly has a sense of humor. As a friend pointed out to me once, “Abraham’s wife Sarah was a heck of a lot older than you are, so you have nothing to complain about.” Sarah laughed about it, so maybe I should as well…and count my blessings that at least my last one didn’t have to come out of this body.
In a few days we will be welcoming in 2012. Four years ago I added a header to this blog that asked, “Are we having fun yet?” Yes…yes, indeed we are. If you want to come along, I will start blogging again this next year. Buckle up and hold on, because it promises to be a wild ride.