Do You Hear What I Hear?

As my son approaches his 3rd birthday, I am beginning to wonder if the 3's are going to be harder then the "terrible two's." I woke up this morning feeling happy it was Easter Sunday. I was excited to see the sunshine, especially after a cold week. The sun has always helped me remember my Savior and what that day may have felt like after he had risen.  Going to church I was excited to hear talks on the resurrection. Unfortunately, I felt like I spent more time in the hall with my son then I did listening to the speakers. 

I have asked myself over a hundred times today, "what does Isaac hear when Brett and I talk to him?" I hear myself telling him we need to be reverent and listen in church. I think he hears ANYTHING but what we are telling him. 

If I say: "whisper"

Isaac hears: talk louder or scream if necessary. 

If I say: "we need to play with the cars quietly." 

Isaac hears: Smash them together and screech as loud as I can. (I would like to add, once these little cars used to keep him quite and entertained him the whole time. They would even kiss.)

If Brett says: "Don't kick the bench" 

Isaac hears: Kick the bench faster and harder so it makes a loud noise! 

I really don't mean to complain this much, but you see where I am going with this. Basically, I was frustrated all through sacrament meeting and felt like going home. Before Relief Society started, a young mom walked up to me and said, "you sat behind me today in Sacrament Meeting." As I quickly remembered her children sitting so still through the whole meeting all I could say to her was, "I am so sorry." She told me not to apologize. She remembers that age very well and it's hard to bring a child that age to church. She then told me, don't worry, he will grow out of it. As she left, I wanted to ask her, WHEN? But instead I sat and listened to the message that was prepared. The message was about Joseph Smith and all of his trials he went through, especially while in Liberty Jail. We were all reminded that our trials only last for so long.... I quickly turned that back to my son and the morning I had just spent with him.

I really do love him with all of my heart. I know he is little and learning to sit still and I need to have the patience for it. So I will continue working on my little games I have in-store for him, take him to church, and teach him about my love for the Savior. I want him to love Jesus and this church as much as Brett and I do. I am grateful for what the Savior has done for me and the blessings I have been given. And even though my Easter Sunday didn't go as planned, I think I learned what I needed to and had a wonderful reminder of how much my Savior loves me, how much I love him, and my family. I hope we can all keep the spirit of today always in our hearts! 

Happy Easter!