Wow. It’s like my fingers and mind were just itching to write. I have basically been swimming in a pool of these feelings for the past couple of hours. First, I watched “The Blindside”, and then I got on LDS.org and saw a “Mormon Message” video. One was a personal story of a member and her significant obstacle, but outlook in life as a mother being a divine calling. The other was Elder Holland’s profound testimony of the Book of Mormon that he gave last October conference. Can I say, “Wow!”? I still need to record my testimony of the Book of Mormon as well as answer a few other questions to fulfill that project in my Personal Progress since I recently finished reading it.
On a different note, I was following up on Dr. Phil’s website that got me started on this train of thought of being self-sufficient, and of being a good mother. I watched a show yesterday on Dr. Phil about mothers who really don’t have proper tools to be a good parent, or handler of their emotions. This abuse is wide-spread I’m sure, and I have had multiple times where I have decided that this is what I want to do when I go back to school. I want to take part in a daycare system that teaches children, like any daycare might, because I want children to have a fighting chance and opportunity in learning basics like reading and writing. And I want them to feel loved, appreciated, and safe. On the flip side, I want to take part in helping parents learn proper parenting techniques, similar to the class Richard and I were involved in. What a great opportunity that was for us. But, some parents don’t even know it is out there, or they think of it as therapy (negative association) or not as something that is beneficial. Anyway, I don’t know. I probably don’t even have to go back to school to volunteer with programs like this. But, having a degree under my belt would be a nice thing.
Well, Michael just woke up. We both still smell like chlorine from our swimming lesson early this afternoon. The water was cold. Michael belted out a loud scream when we first stepped in; kinda scared the one-year olds. But he warmed up and even hung onto the wall by himself. He’s a good boy.