Merritt Memories

Grace asked me today, "Mom, how did you learn to be a mom?" My answer: "Trial and error, Grace." Then I added, "And the Spirit. The Spirit lets you know what you need to do." It got me thinking. How did I learn to be a mom? Could you really learn to be a mom? My answer: I learned to be a mom watching other moms. And mostly my mom. I do a lot of things like her. I do some things she probably wouldn't. But, I'm pretty sure my subconscious watched her like a hawk and took notes, frantically. There are days I wish I could be close enough to still observe. I know I'd learn a thing, or two...probably twenty! And wouldn't it be great if there really was a mom school?!!

I've been working out of my home for a little over a month now. Man I forgot how hard it is! Not the working part. The part where I have to keep up with housework! I'm ready to scream. My laundry has been sitting for a few days. It's sorted. That's a plus for me. Now, I just have to wash and then fold. Oh, how I hate the folding part. I swear I haven't dusted since I started working. It's driving me a little over the edge. I am a person who dusted at least once a week. I can officially write my name in the dust now. I'm pretty sure my house hasn't been vacuumed all week long. Yeah, my vacuum is right where I left it last week. Sitting next to the stairs in my family room- collecting dust along with everything else. GROSS! When you have a little family and no dog, that might be sufficient. I have a little house with 7 people and a dog! My goal was to vac every other day. My kitchen floor needs to be mopped, blinds need to be scrubbed, rugs are waiting to ...

This post has been on my mind lately. A few things have sparked it. I thought maybe I should write my feelings before I'm right smack in the middle of dating teenagers. It is SUPER long. Sorry. How many of us remember being fifteen? I know I do. I turned fifteen my 9th grade year. It was my favorite school year. I loved Jr. high. I had my first boyfriend. Joey. He was one of my best friends... until we became a couple. Then something happened and we never talked to each other until my senior year of high school. That still makes me sad. I turned sixteen my sophomore year. This was exciting because now I could "officially" go on a date. And I knew who I wanted that first date to be. I had seen him at Seminary registration. He was wearing a blue suit. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. I didn't know his name, I had never met him before, but I remember my heart stopping when I saw him. How lucky was I to walk into seminary on my first day and see that he was in my class. ...