I have so many things I could talk about today, but I'm going to hold it to two subjects. I apologize ahead of time for my lengthy post.
Do you know what these are? A few weeks ago I wouldn't have known. Truly. However, in the last few weeks I have heard much ado about these little fruits.
I have heard tell of them three times in blog talk, passed a HUGE stand of them at the grocery store and read an article about them on a news website all in the last month or so.
Then , get this: Yesterday we went to a Christmas thing in Flower Mound. The kids rode a train and after that they were given suckers. Caden received a sucker with a wrapper I had never seen before. That's right. A pomegranate flavored tootsie pop. Naturally, I licked it. It was very yummy, although I'm pretty sure that's not really what a pomegranate tastes like.
Sometime this week I'll be buying a pomegranate. I'll have to "google" how to eat them. I'm a little nervous about that bright red color all over my children, but we're going to do this. We are expanding our horizons.
This topic is a bit more serious in nature. First I want to give a shout out to a blogger friend. I've never actually met her, but I have great respect for her and here's an example of why: Lately her girls (she has four) have been having "friend" struggles. Very normal for young girls, but she wisely used these trials as an opportunity to teach Gospel principles to her daughters. I thought a lot about that for the last couple of days, but am still struggling to get it done in my own world. First of all, in order to teach, you must first listen for a need. Here's my long story, are you ready?
Last week the Relief Society and Priesthood met together. To make this possible the youth taught the Primary kids. (I'm not sure if "taught" is the right word) Anyway, apparently, the two twelve-year-olds who were in charge of Caden's class started arguing about who got to teach the lesson. Caden got very upset and started crying. So some older boys brought him to us and he sat with us for the rest of the day.
Skip to this morning.
All morning (our ward doesn't start until 2:00) Caden kept coming in my room while I was working on my RS lesson. He would say "Do you think my normal teacher is going to be there today?" I'd say "I don't know" and send him away. He'd come back five minutes later "Do you THINK my normal teacher is going to be there today?" I'd get a little put out and say "Caden, I don't have any idea who's going to be at church. Just don't worry about it."
"But, just do you THINK?" Finally I said "Yeah."
Then he left. I forgot about it and went on planning my lesson. After Sacrament meeting, as I was dropping the kids off at Primary, Caden said again "Mom, is Brother King here?" I affirmed that he was, and all was well. All of the sudden Russell looked at me and said "I wonder if he's so worried about it because of what happened last week." THEN I got it. THEN, when he had already gone to class, I got what he'd been needing from me all morning. I realized, too late, that he had just needed reassurance because last week had upset him so much. I needed to listen, not just to what he was saying, but to what it MEANT.
So, between my blogger friend, with her wonderful example, and my own little realization today, I am now fully committed to listening with more intent. To seeking the needs of my children so that I can teach them.
And to eating a pomegranate.
(You know who you are-and I thank you)