Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Tender Moment

Since the day my kids have liked legos and us having a new baby in the house we have been constantly telling the boys not to leave legos on the floor or to let Simon get them.  With our boys we have to be pretty graphic in our description of what will happen other wise we get no action out of them.  A common saying is "don't let Simon get the legos or he will eat them, then he will choke on them and die!".  I Guess we did a really good job at getting out point across.  The other day Phil and the boys (not Simon) were organizing the Legos, you know sorting the people and accessories from the building things.  When all of a sudden I hear Mason screaming bloody murder and Phil starting to calm him down (for those who don't know, Mason screams like this if he drops a toy or Parker looks at him wrong, thats why I didn't jump up and run up stairs).  I hear Mason through tears say "I swallowed a Lego and now I am going to DIE!".  I had to chuckle at that, but then a few minutes later Phil brings him to me and he is extremely distraught.  So I cuddle him and give as much comforting words as I can and he is beginning to calm down when Phil comes back down stairs carrying  Everett.  I look up and Everett is red eyed and has a tear stained face.  Phil told me he couldn't find Everett for a minute and when he did he was crying.  Everett told Phil that he was really scared for Mason and didn't want him to die.  Phil calmly told Everett not to worry Mason is not going to die but if he was that worried maybe he should say a prayer for him, Everett's response was that he already did but he would feel better if they said another one together.  If there is ever a moment that makes a mother feel on top of the world it was in that moment for me  seeing that brotherly love and faith in a prayer.  With everything I try to teach my kids everyday and sometimes feel it goes in one ear and out the other I live for the moments that you can see it actually working.  Who ever knows Everett knows he is the toughest most independent boy, but man, he has the largest spirit I have ever seen.  I pray every night that I can teach and guide that wonderful spirit to be the strongest he can be and I know with Heavenly Fathers help I can do that.  I live through all of the struggles and hard times of parenting for a tiny glimpse of those big powerful spirits and every now and then I am rewarded. 

4 comments:

Connie said...

I don't really know your boys, but this story brought tears to my eyes. It sounds like they are wonderful, and thoughtful. Good job, whatever you are doing, keep it up.

Kate Jefferies said...

Sweet!

Kathy Rump said...

You are doing such a great job with your boys! How are you feeling these days?? How many weeks are you?? I want to find out if you are having a princess or a frog!

Amy said...

I got a little teary-eyed myself. How sweet that Everett was so concerned about his brother. Those moments are the best.