Monday, December 19, 2011

Soup and snowpeas

Yesterday in church I was watching a father and his teenage daughter. For some of the meeting he had his arm around her in a nice comforting, fatherly way. For a while she had her head on his shoulder. It was very sweet.

There's nothing quite like a dad and a daughter. I was thinking of my dad and how it was a treat when he would sit on the couch and you could sit next to him. He didn't sit on the couch very often because he was usually in his wheelchair. But once in a while, he would transfer over to the couch and I would hurry next to him and snuggle up to him and it was wonderful.

Anna would sit on the back of his wheelchair, kind of like a bird on a perch, and watch TV with him. I can remember when he was in bed, I would sit on the wheelchair next to him and talk and talk. Anna liked to sit on his pull up bar and talk and talk.

I wonder if he ever got tired of all of our girl talking and talking.

If he did, he never let on.

Friday, December 9, 2011

See you know how to take the reservation, you just don't know how to hold the reservation and that's really the most important part of the reservation

Many years ago, back when I only had 4 children and was still reasonably sane, I was sitting in a Primary presidency meeting. We were discussing issuing a calling to someone. It was brought up how this person was so great at everything they did but they were a little scatterbrained and needed a lot of reminding. We would need to call and remind them of meetings, classes, activites, etc... We might even need to remind them to show up on Sunday to teach. I sat there in the meeting and totally judged this person. I couldn't believe someone could be so dumb that they would forget to show up places.

This past week, I missed a Visiting Teaching appointment. I also missed one last month. It just flew out of my brain and I totally forgot. I did have several sick children home from school and so my schedule was out of whack. Also I didn't enter the appointments into the Cozi. If I don't enter them in the Cozi, I don't remember them. The Cozi is my brain. If you need a brain, go to for help.

So the moral of the story is, I will become everything I judge harshly. I need to stop judging people. It doesn't do anyone any good.

I feel terrible about missing my Visiting Teaching appointments. I genuinely like and love the women I visit. I like seeing them. I have been a horrible visiting teacher lately. Hopefully I'll get my brain together.
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