day five- your favorite memory
Are you kidding? Who can pick one all time favorite memory?! If you have just one, I'm very sad for you because I have so many wonderful memories that I couldn't possibly choose one favorite.
Feeding ducks on Kitsap Lake...
My mom playing the piano on a Sunday afternoon...
Standing under a heat lamp on the deck of a ferry boat as the Seattle skyline grows smaller...
Kneeling across from Kelly in the temple...
Watching Kelly hold each new baby with tears in his eyes...
Seeing Kate's face when she put her feet in the ocean for the first time...
Sitting with Angela in the second row for So You Think You Can Dance In Concert...
Watching Megan hand her Dad enough money to purchase her own sewing machine...
Standing on the sideline when Soren made a big catch and ran it in for a touchdown...
Surprising my dad on what would turn out to be his last birthday... Listening to Emily crying in relief over making it into the accelerated program next year...
Watching Ethan lead the large audience at the first grade program in the pledge of allegiance...
Finishing my first marathon...
The list could go on and on.
Instead of picking one memory or continuing my list, for today's challenge, I want to record a new memory that will be added to my list of favorites:
Last Saturday I had planned on waiting in line all day for a seat to see Markus Zusak, author of The Book Thief, at the Provo Library. I really wanted to go and hear him speak. However, I changed those plans when Kate and Megan asked me to come to the General Young Women's Meeting with them. They had gotten three tickets to attend the meeting at the Conference Center and they really wanted me to go with them.
I'm so glad that I chose to be with my girls.
This simple event makes my list of favorite memories because in a day and age where teenage girls are embarrassed by and pull away from their mothers, my girls wanted to be with me; when I looked around at the young women's behavior and attire, I knew that my girls were choosing modesty and reverence over style and trends; at a time when I felt unsure of my responsibilities as a mother and daughter of God, it was my beautiful daughters who led me to answers and gave me strength. It was a blessing to be counted among the many that have been mine.
Feeding ducks on Kitsap Lake...
My mom playing the piano on a Sunday afternoon...
Standing under a heat lamp on the deck of a ferry boat as the Seattle skyline grows smaller...
Kneeling across from Kelly in the temple...
Watching Kelly hold each new baby with tears in his eyes...
Seeing Kate's face when she put her feet in the ocean for the first time...
Sitting with Angela in the second row for So You Think You Can Dance In Concert...
Watching Megan hand her Dad enough money to purchase her own sewing machine...
Standing on the sideline when Soren made a big catch and ran it in for a touchdown...
Surprising my dad on what would turn out to be his last birthday... Listening to Emily crying in relief over making it into the accelerated program next year...
Watching Ethan lead the large audience at the first grade program in the pledge of allegiance...
Finishing my first marathon...
The list could go on and on.
Instead of picking one memory or continuing my list, for today's challenge, I want to record a new memory that will be added to my list of favorites:
Last Saturday I had planned on waiting in line all day for a seat to see Markus Zusak, author of The Book Thief, at the Provo Library. I really wanted to go and hear him speak. However, I changed those plans when Kate and Megan asked me to come to the General Young Women's Meeting with them. They had gotten three tickets to attend the meeting at the Conference Center and they really wanted me to go with them.
I'm so glad that I chose to be with my girls.
This simple event makes my list of favorite memories because in a day and age where teenage girls are embarrassed by and pull away from their mothers, my girls wanted to be with me; when I looked around at the young women's behavior and attire, I knew that my girls were choosing modesty and reverence over style and trends; at a time when I felt unsure of my responsibilities as a mother and daughter of God, it was my beautiful daughters who led me to answers and gave me strength. It was a blessing to be counted among the many that have been mine.
posted by jenn | 4/05/2011
7 Comments:
You didn't tell me that you were missing seeing the author of 'The Book Thief' to come. But I'm so glad you came. I love you!
What a sweet post! Love you friend!
This seems like the essence of motherhood to me, Jenn – sacrificing something you want for something your children want, which ends up blessing all of you.
Priceless! You're a good mom. :)
That's such a sweet new memory and beautiful post.
I know you're not on facebook and so may not understand this very well... but if this were on facebook, it would be an occasion for everyone who read it to click "like".
I was hoping for a never-ending list of the many things you've enjoyed in life, but was not disappointed in the happy ending.
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