By Cindy R. Williams
I have a new book idea. It will be something along the lines of "Out of the Mouth of Babes, or "We Can Be Taught." It will be short stories of real life examples of lessons parents learn from children. The following will be one of the experiences for my book.
A few weeks ago on a Friday afternoon, I was driving to my son's high school basketball game with my eight-year-old son. I was stressed out about my upcoming weekend. My very wise little boy sat in the middle seat of the van listening quietly to me as I planned out loud, speaking mostly to myself, about how I had to attend the yearly ANWA General Board Meeting Saturday at 10:00, but a lovely elderly man in our ward had just passed away. His widow called and asked if I would play my harp at his funeral at that same time as the ANWA meeting. She said her husband loved to hear me play and would I please play for him one last time. Of course I would.
I had notified the Board that I would be late for the meeting---two hours late. After playing my harp at the funeral, and attending the end of the ANWA meeting, two of my sons had basketball games that afternoon. Then I was hosting a family barbecue that evening. Sunday, our Sacrament Meeting is at 8:00, and I was one of the speakers. My topic was "Becoming a consecrated Disciple of Christ." I had already prepared my talk, but one still has nerves to deal with. Directly after Sacrament, I would have to hurry home and once again pack up my harp. The "Heavenly Seven," our little ANWA musical group that formed at last summer's Retreat, was performing in a ward in Mesa.
I finished my walk through of my plans for the next two days with a heavy sigh and said, "I will sure be glad when this weekend is over." My inspired little boy said in a sure, quiet voice, "Look at it this way Mom, look at all the service you are giving."
My heart melted. Out of the mouth of babes. That was exactly what I needed to hear. From that point on, I looked at my busy weekend as an opportunity to serve others, and all the worry and stress floated away. I said a prayer in my heart while driving, thanking my Father in Heaven for my wise little son. I learned much about becoming a consecrated Disciple of Jesus Christ from my son. It turned out to be a lovely weekend full of service, peace and the Spirit.