Is it worth crying over? Sometimes, maybe yes, most times, NO.

This past Sunday, we had a talk in Sacrament Meeting that really struck a chord with me. It wasn't anything new or earth-shattering, in fact, everything the speaker said were things I have heard before. Except, for one quote by Harold B. Lee.

Now, I may or may not, be seriously crazy about certain things. I have some major OCD tendencies in some areas. I'll blame my mother. She has some of the same ones. (Love ya mom, but I know you understand.) I can still hear HER voice in my head when the words come out of MY mouth, "I HATE messes!!" I cry over spilt milk, literally. (One whole gallon, all over the floors, on the rug, under the bookshelf and DOWN. THE. HEATER. VENT!!!) Oh yeah, I cried. I just get very agitated over things like this. So when this quote was read Chris looked over at me with the "HA, that's YOU!" look.

"Parents who are too busy or too tired to be troubled with the innocent disturbances of children and push them aside or out of the home for fear of their disturbing the orderliness of immaculate housekeeping may be driving them, because of loneliness, into a society where sin, crimes and infidelity are fostered. What will it profit a father, otherwise worthy of the Celestial Kingdom, if he has lost his son or daughter in sin because of his neglect? All the pleasurable uplift societies in the world, social or religious, will never compensate the mother for the souls lost in her own home while she is trying to save humanity or a cause, no matter how worthy, outside of her home. I have frequently counseled, and I repeat it to you again, to all of you here: “The most important of the Lord’s work you will ever do will be within the walls of your own homes.” We must never forget that." - Harold B. Lee

Yup, that's me alright. So when I came home later that day and walked into the bathroom and found little hand prints all over my clean mirror (mirrors are one of my OCD things), I was immediately irritated but just as quickly the words of Pres. Lee came to mind and I calmly wiped them off. I thought about the cute girl who they belonged to and how she is our little caboose and that those are the last hand prints we'll have. I know someday I'll miss those little prints and long for a little one again. They really are just hand prints and can be easily washed away. Why is it such a big deal? I think of my mother who treasures the little hand prints left by her grandchildren after they leave. I am already filled with such regret about how much time I've already wasted with my children. Tyler is on the downward side of living at home. In just over 5 years, he could be on his own. Where has the time gone? I know much of it has been spent slaving over housework and working on those "worthy causes". Each day is precious and I wish that I could embrace it better. I love my kids so much and they deserve so much more. I'm trying to be better.

I tried to take a picture of the little hand prints on the mirror but you can't really see them so I took a picture of her poem from Christmas.