Reality kicked in this morning. It was picture day for ZJ. She was still getting ready as she walked down the street. Grace had a friend with a birthday and wanted to make her a treat before she lef, but ran out if time. Quayd was still doing his hair (as important to him as it is the girls) and it was time for prayer. I was certain everyone was going to miss the bus and I'd have to get Zaylee up to go three different directions then come home and get her ready for a meeting at the south end of Logan by ten. Yep, it's back to school. Thankfully, we only have a morning like this every once in a while.
I'd planned on taking a picture of Grace this morning with her "ME BOX". We stayed up late last night decorating a box with photos and filling it with things she loves for her health class. Um, that didn't happen either this morning. But, we sure had fun making it and talking!
I'd made two rhubarb cakes last night...one to take to the church and one for the family. Then, at the last minute, Grace asked for help on her box, so I didn't make it to the church. Now, we have two cakes. Well, actually, we have one and two slices. Everyone was thrilled that I didn't go because they could eat even more warm custardy cake. We love it!
The extra cake reminded me of in our sacrament meeting last week. Mike N gave a talk about our stewardships. WOW. I commented during Sunday dinner and several times after that this talk should be written up for the Ensign magazine. WOW! Anyway, Mike shared that he'd attended a funeral a few weeks ago. All four sons of the deceased older woman shared that their mother always baked two of anything whenever she was taking something to someone. She would then determine, "Which one was best?" She'd choose the better one and take it to the church social or to the family needing dinner. (His point, "Give your best!)
I grinned as he shared this story because I always bake two. One "to go" and one for our family. I grinned because the "which one is better?" has never been my purpose. My purpose has been a lesson learned years and years ago when I was expecting Dale. A sweet neighbor always baked two because she said, "I can't have my house smelling all yummy and then take it away to someone else, leaving my family wondering why they don't matter too."
I've loved this philosophy for my entire marriage. I always make two. Some of my friends tease that I make enough to feed an army whenever I prepare any food. But, if someone drops by at dinnertime, there's always enough. We always have a fridge full of leftovers, so there's always something to eat. And the kids know that if there's a nummy something filling the air, there's always going to be some for them.
This morning, I was rushing everyone everywhere, saying "Time for prayer! Hurry! That doesn't match! Fix your hair! Don't leave that there! Don't wake Zaylee! Put that away before you leave! $5 each, if you miss the bus! (this is the best deterrent for making the bus ever!) Hurry!" And then, we knelt down for prayer with only seconds to spare. I had to take a deep breath before I could say it. I felt terrible! The chaos had us all on edge! After prayer, everyone grabbed their things and raced out the door. I called out, "Make good choices! You're awesome and wonderful! Love you BIG!!" But, I felt guilty because I'd not "given my best" for the past ten minutes. Thankfully, they'll forgive and forget and when they come home, it will be history as they walk straight to the fridge for a piece of cake.
As they walked away, my guilt surging, I remembered the story of the little boy who's mom was so busy and cranky, racing around getting through her task list. The doorbell rang. She opened it to find her little son standing there. "Why did you ring the doorbell? You know I'm busy?" He responded, "I wanted to see your company smile."
I should have remembered that little boy sooner this morning... and giving the better cake.... I don't want them to miss the bus and I don't want to drive to three schools ever. I hate that drive!! But, I do want them to know that they are more important than any of that. Ugh. We learn as we go, don't we. I guess that's my bottom line this morning... a reminder to myself... Try harder to give your best to the ones that matter the most. Enough said.
It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.