Strange title but something I was thinking this weekend. On Saturday, Jared and I had an "at home" day, which means that there's nothing really important that needed to get done and we didn't have to go out. I was changing the sheets on Kiersten's bed when I hear Jared call Mommy, I answer what and then hear little feet tearing down the hallway. Then I hear (from the back of the house this time) Mommy!, I answer a little louder, Son, I'm in here. Little feet go tearing past Kiersten's room again. This is repeated several times with him running up and down the hall calling for me and I'm answering but he's so interested in running back and forth he doesn't stop to look in Kiersten's room. I sat there on Kiersten's bed wondering how many times he was going to run back and forth rather than slow down and really look for me. It ended up being 4 times back and forth. But anyway, as I sat there watching my son run and hearing him sound like a heard of stampeding elephants, I wondered what Heavenly Father must feel like sometimes. We call and call and call, and He may be answering us but we don't take the time to be quiet and listen and actually LOOK.
Last night, the Primary Presidency had a baptismal preview for all the kids turning 8 this year. Needless to say, it was like herding cats trying to get the kids to be still and quiet but it was accomplished (somewhat). I think it has finally struck Jared that he's going to be baptized this year. We talked about it on the way home, he's a little nervous because "everybody will be looking at me"-he is SO my child. But he's also excited. He's a special boy, it's interesting to watch him and hear what he thinks. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it sad and sometimes it really makes me think about how special the spirits that are being sent to Earth now really are.