I heard this over the pulpit at church and loved it. I have seen some beautiful things – truly magnificent things and yet they don’t compare to the beautiful things even magnificent things I have felt in my heart: The beauty of love and compassion and even sorrow. The most beautiful things end up being the hardest to describe.
Treading water is just about the best description of motherhood and the stage we’re in right now. I love when Jim Gaffigan jokes about having four kids. “You know what it’s like having a fourth kid? Imagine you’re drowning, then someone hands you a baby.” We used that line over and over again…until we had five kids! And although we laughed about it – it was all too true.
I came across this quote recently and it touched my heart.
It spoke to me. Probably because of my stage of life but partly because it speaks truth. Yes, treading water is a necessary part of swimming, but it doesn’t get you anywhere. What it does is buys you time and energy until you can continue swimming. The hard part is we start treading water and we never seem to stop. And all the while we start getting frustrated that we’re treading at all and then we start to swallow water. Perhaps the question starts to cross your mind, “Why did I even jump in?!” Or you question if you even know how to swim.
We forget. We know how to swim. We love to swim. But swimming in waves has its challenges, so we tread. Luckily, waves change. Treading water today, this week, or this month doesn’t mean we won’t be able to swim soon. And it’s once we start swimming that we’re reminded just how much we truly love it.
Last night, just after midnight as I was brushing my teeth and going to bed, I was scrolling through my instagram feed. I saw beautiful homes, I saw cute Christmas pictures and then I saw the video announcing the prophet of our church, President Monson had passed away. I was the first view on the video only posted a minute before I saw it. I quickly showed Steve who was just getting out of bed after having trouble sleeping. Which was of course not the best timing because then we were up even longer talking about President Monson and Steve had even more trouble sleeping which means he was up extra late reading some of Monson’s most recent talks and watching a few videos.
Just last night I was sitting on Hallie’s bed and we were talking about the importance of prophets. We have prophets of old and modern day prophets and their counsel is valuable.
For those that don’t share my faith and may not know Monson – he was a man who lived a life of service to others. He lived a life dedicated to God and the church. His stories were entertaining and sentimental. His messages were inspiring. He was loved and will be missed. The passing of a prophet is always a time of appreciation and reflection and today has been just that.
Today my lettering practice was based on his words – his list of amazing quotes is endless.
The Christmas spirit is thick already and I love it. I know it can get chaotic with all the things we “need” to do and all the things we want to see. But Christmas is simple. There is a spirit about this season that seems so fleeting. One day it’s with me and it causes me to pause and the next I’m grasping at it. But one thing is for sure – it is a magical season. Everything Christmas touches is better, especially within the walls of our home. Makes me wish the season was just a little bit longer.