In the spring of 1989 I climbed in my car and made the trip alone to Grace, Idaho. I had made an appointment to meet with Ann’s parents to discuss my intention to marry their daughter.
Much to my chagrin, they asked me to dinner. I would have preferred a quick in-and-out kind of thing.
It seemed like all through dinner we talked about everything BUT a possible marriage to Ann. Who knew that we could spend so long talking about nothing?
At the time I really didn’t like to eat ice cream because it was so cold and made my teeth hurt. We laugh about it now, but you can imagine my discomfort when Ann’s dad came out with a bowl filled with what had to be a quart of ice cream.
I waited for him to divide it up between the three of us, only to be horrified to see him return with two identical bowls, each filled with the same amount.
The huge bowl was my responsibility to make disappear.
This was going to be worse than I thought.
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We’ve talked before about our family’s little practice of “communication complete.” In a nutshell, one of the four of us can usually recognize when what is being said is NOT what is being heard.
We know by sad experience that this is definitely not a time when ignorance is bliss.
Anyway, we’ve come to really appreciate the extra step to have the intended message make it all the way to the intended recipient.
That’s when we all laugh a little and act like that guy (or girl of course) who is guiding in the airplanes with the great flashing flares and put our hands down in a “communication complete” motion.
Silly, I know, but it has made all the difference.
Especially now that our kids aren’t kids anymore.
But they are still OUR kids, and we are THEIR parents.
And we are still the children of our parents, and they of theirs.
It always will be, no matter how old we all get.
Ahhh. There’s the problem.
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(All images in this post are from LDS Media Library)
Once upon a time there was a married couple who was excitedly anticipating the arrival of their first child. The nursery had been prepared months ago and the shelves were stocked with environmentally friendly diapers. They had attended all the birthing and new parent classes and felt ready to tackle this fresh adventure.
In the evenings they cuddled together on the couch and shared with each other how they imagined their life would be. They tumbled over each other’s sentences in their excitement of what was to come; sometimes agreeing and other times not. That was okay, they would figure it out together.
Kneeling as one at bedtime they marveled at just how wonderful their life was.
I think that many of us have been in this couple’s situation. Some may have been there just last year; others, a generation ago.
I remember in my naiveté that I had been so sure that our children would come out potty trained. My strong will had always formed situations to match my desired results.
Little did I realize that these small beings would come with incredibly strong wills of their own, only to be matched by their ability to fill a diaper at the most inopportune moments.
Even though we feel it was just a few years ago, Ann and I somehow blinked and now find that we have one child in Peru and another ready to leave for England.
How on earth did that happen?
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