What a fulfilling and learning experience it is to watch grown children that you still see as babies live their lives and teach their own children love and responsibility.
I can't help but wonder How everything would play out if I done different things and been a different mom.
I did the best that I could. What would it have been like if I'd had my dozen minus one children in their grown up lives first so that I could learn from them and then grow them and teach them with that knowledge.
I just spent weekend in Grand junction with the three older kids and three other kids who traveled there with me.
We went to celebrate a milestone for Krista and Sam.
Michael, that sweet little bouncy 4-year-old that entered our lives as a grandchild was making a gigantic step for his future as a missionary to serve our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He was apprehensive.
That's understandable.
That's a big choice.
And he is the first of all the grandkids to lead the way.
I had the opportunity to travel with Brigham and his two sweet little girls to Sarah's house where we stayed with them overnight and I got to hug on her big kids.
Then we traveled to Vernal where I enjoyed the sweet Spirit of the Temple with six of my children and Michael.
I marveled as Joseph took the role of escort... My oldest son
I stood in the prayer circle with Spencer at his invitation.
Spencer asked me to ride to Grand junction with him.
I rode with Joseph and Maycyn to their house to spend the night at their invitation.
I spent Saturday evening at Krista's house and had the privilege of having Krista share feelings with me in the car.
When you have as many kids as we do it's hard to know where your place is, but this last weekend helped me find a place. I felt included even though I watched from the outside.
God bless Michael and Krista and Sam and everyone else who tries to find the way in this life of choices.
