Where it all began…

My first boy was around 2 years old and it was nap time. After reading his favorite book, I turned the lights off, closed the blinds, tucked him in with his favorite blue blanket, and sat on the carpet next to his little toddler bed. He loved me to sing to him so I started singing, “I Am a Child of God.”

Switching the words up a bit, I sang TO him by changing “I” to “You” but keeping the chorus as written… 

[You] are a child of God, 

And He has sent [you] here. 

Has given [you] an earthly home,  

With parents kind and dear. 

Lead me, guide me, walk beside me

Help me find the way. 

Teach me all that I must do,

To live with him someday.

Tears began falling with warmth and peace rushing into my heart as a huge realization sank in. I knew then and there, that if I had my heart, mind, and eyes open and ready to receive, there were many lessons to be learned from my son. My son would be the one leading me and guiding me. He would help ME find the way and teach ME what I needed to do to live with Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and our family forever someday. 

And that is where My Tiny Teachers began.

As I watched my first boy grow I noticed these precious ones are like little buckets of divine wisdom spilling out wherever they go. I started to record these lessons as best I could remember and I thought why not share them! Not because I have this whole mothering thing figured out, but by sharing, it will help me remember and implement all these lessons taught by my tiny teachers.

Now my husband and I have welcomed four more amazing children into our family. We have been blessed with four boys ages 12, 9, 8, and 4 and one darling little 10 month old girl.

It amazes me that I continue to learn from them by who they are and also from the process of parenting them.

Each day I understand a little more of why we are taught in the scriptures to,

“… becometh as a child, submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon him, even as a child doth submit to his father.”

Book of Mormon, Mosiah 3:19

So my husband and I may be parenting our children,

but they are the ones raising me up and allowing me to become more.