15 March, 2009
I admit that I am not the most patient of parents at times. I try, but something about preschoolers can be a little grating. We had a sister in our ward give a talk about reading the Book of Moromon. She said that when her children were little one of the brethren gave counsel to read with your children every day out of the scriptures. I felt that I needed to do so with Isabella. Maybe the spirit of the scriptures would help her to listen and obey better. So Leahona and I gave her a copy of her own of the Book of Mormon and we read a couple of verses out of it every night. She plays, she wiggles, and in general makes it a difficult thing. One night we had said goodnight and had turned out the light when Isabella started howling. I gave her a couple of minutes, told her to go to sleep. Finally I asked her what was the matter. "Daddy you didn't read me my scriptures!" I had forgotten. It felt good to know that she had been listening and feeling the spirit. Iyla feels it too. She gets so-o-o-o mad if she doesn't get to come in and read with us. And you know what? Isabella is still learning to be a good girl, and she still behaves pretty much the same, but I am the one with more patience and a better love and understanding for my girl. And I think that is the way it is supposed to be.