Gifts & Such

Saturday was a busy day for me.

Laundry, house cleaning, gym-going.

Business working.

Children loving.

I came home from my stuff and found this bracelet on my makeup table.

It was from my children.

I post about a lot of really great things, great stuff regarding my children.

I love them dearly, afterall.

Sunday was not one of those "everything is great" days.

Not even close.

I have four teenage boys.

One of them said a not very nice thing to me.

Two others got a bit physical with that one.

I sobbed and asked them to stop.

They did.

Then they hugged and apologized while I sat on the toilet, sobbing.

Worried that I just have not done a good enough job.

Worried that because of a lack of a father figure in their lives, they will never have all that they need to succeed and be the best they can be.

Worried that some of my poor choices have effected them beyond what I can do to make it better.

Then I prayed (whilst still on the toilet) that angels would invade my home.

That my children would feel surrounded by love and peace and comfort.

That the Spirit would abound in my home.

Jackson came in and asked if we could pray.

He knelt by my bed.

He collected his thoughts, and his unstoppable tears.

And, he gave thanks for an Atonement.

He gave thanks for a Savior.

He gave thanks for trials, agency and blessings that come from both.

He prayed fervently that he would remain worthy to serve his mission.

He prayed for me. He prayed for his brothers.

He tucked me in.

I prayed with gratitude.

Not every day is a good day.

Not every moment within our families is full of goodness and joy and hope and frolicking.

Not every family that we believe to have it all together actually has it all together.

We sure don't.

But, we got up this morning and we are giving it another try.

That's the part that matters.

I love my children.

So much.

And we aren't perfect.

But we are imperfectly perfect.