This is a guest post — written by my youngest son for a class assignment. Kinda nice to see the world from his eyes.
Just Being a Friend
“I think everybody’s got to do this everyday. But friendship is a complication of kindness and trustworthy-ness. You have to let them know they can trust you. Then its smooth sailing from there. So, now that we have that covered, here’s how my story began.
“It begins with the rising of the sun on a beautiful school morning. Outside, in the brisk morning air, the bell has rung and everyone’s outside like a barrel full of monkeys, it was recess. The minute I went outside I thought an earthquake hit, but it was just the kids stomping around. However, there was one boy who thought he didn’t fit in with all of those howling monkeys. I felt a heavy-ness in my heart saying to go over and cheer him up, and so I did.
“As I made my way over to him, while dodging some random kids, I thought about what I was going to say to him. It was probably something between “You can do it!” and “Just keep going, man!” We started talking about what our hobbies and what we have in common. As we closed our confersation, I thought about my good deed and how it affected him and me. I notested how my heart felt more elivated and free ‘cause of the good deed that I’ve done.
“I hope you have been a good friend just like I have. And hopfully, you have had a fun time being their friend. THE END.”
Well- thanks to everyone for your encouraging prayers and thoughts… we made it thru another birthday, mommy faux -pas, asd, and all. Brand loved our “Despicable” thoughts about the cake, it seemed perfect for the day – so it turned out good in the end. 🙂
little minions holding candles
(Having fun eating minions)
a minion on the shoulder 🙂
Happy Birthday, my friend!
Well- The adventures of Autism have had plenty of difficulties this new school year; but that suddenly took a back seat to the adventure of changing the water heater. But even thru all the stress of mountainous proportions, some good things can still be found- I am really grateful to Mark’s brother for the plumbing expertise.
(the before picture….half-way empty- one bed out and most of the toys and stuff in boxes)
The recovery is allowing for work and rework that has been needed for a very long time this week focusing on the garage and girls’ room–I feel like angels have been helping me have the strength to keep going in a very real way, and seeing the effort and helping has really been good for my kids. They have all stepped up a notch to help, even if it only meant trying to do their homework without too many meltdown. And the girls are being great about camping out in the front room. 🙂
I already had a privacy curtain set up, so ti’s not too bad- still, they’re glad I’m hurrying.
Yes- I’d definitely say the Lord has been working in mysterious ways. Today, though, I couldn’t keep going with the heavy lifting part, so I decided to pull myself forward with a little fun– repairing the mural and adding more and more grown-up bits. I so needed this- even if I am very stiff and sore today. So– here’s a few pictures for sharing in the fun.
With the start of school this year, it’s been hard to remember the stuff on the calendar, let alone write. And I thought last year was tough. But a little nudge in the night reminded me to find a courage quote, and then maybe later on I’ll be able to get back to my balance point. but right now it’s time to get the kids awake for another day of school, so I’ll leave you with this….
Excerpts from Thomas Monson, Ensign sept 1994
“In our journey on earth, we discover that life is made up of challenges— We are success-oriented, striving to become “wonder women” and “super men.” Any hint of failure can cause panic, even despair. Who among us cannot remember moments of failure? … One of God’s greatest gifts to us is the joy of trying again, for no failure ever need be final.
(for example) In 1894, the rhetoric teacher at Harrow in England wrote on a 16-year-old’s report card, “A conspicuous lack of success.” The 16-year-old was Winston Churchill..
U.S. President Theodore Roosevelt said, “It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumble… The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena”
But the way is rugged, and the course is strenuous. So discovered John Helander from Goteborg, Sweden. John is handicapped, and it is difficult for him to coordinate his motions. But he wanted to race… Who is this contestant who continues to run when the race is ended? Doesn’t the foolish lad know he has lost? Ever onward he struggles, the only participant now on the track. This is his race. This must be his victory. No one among the vast throng of spectators leaves. Every eye is on this valiant runner. He makes the final turn and moves toward the finish line. There is awe; there is admiration. Every spectator sees himself running his own race of life. As John approaches the finish line, the audience, as one, rises to its feet. There is a loud applause of acclaim. Stumbling, falling, exhausted but victorious, John breaks the newly tightened tape. The cheering echoes for miles. And just maybe, if the ear is carefully attuned, the Lord can be heard to say, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant” (Matt. 25:21).
Each of us is a runner in the race of life. Comforting is the fact that there are many runners. Reassuring is the knowledge that our eternal Scorekeeper is understanding. Challenging is the truth that each must run. But you and I do not run alone. …family, friends, and leaders will cheer our courage, will applaud our determination as we rise from our stumblings and pursue our goal.”