Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Books, Books, Glorious Books

I need to confess that I could never make it through a day without good books. I have always had big dreams. I wanted to be an air force pilot desperately growing up, then I was going to be a reporter and live in New York in a high rise, then there was the dream of joining the peace corp traveling from African village to village on a moped (truth told that one still gets me!), point is I'm a dreamer. Now life turned out a little differently. I moved across the street from my mom and dad in the same town and neighborhood I grew up in, my only real travel has been to Haiti (which while extremely different than the other baby delivery's around here, it was still a baby delivery none the less). Now, I am not complaining, I love my life. I wouldn't change a bit of it. Where I am is where my Heavenly Father wants me to be, with a house full of boys, in this lovely little town, fulfilling my calling in small and simple ways. That said....thanks to books I am able to go the places I long to go to. I am able to continue to be educated as I am absolutely desperate to learn, I am able to learn lessons from people and their experiences without doing them myself...the list is long.
As many of you know I would just as soon buy books then food, shelter or clothing! I am happy to say that our little library is growing and it thrills me beyond belief to have books that I consider classics at my and my children's fingertips. There are two books that I read recently that will come to sit next to my scriptures as handbooks for raising my boys. The books are Little Men and The Anatomy of Peace.
We all have ways that work best for us to get the point our Heavenly Father is trying to make (my mom had an amazing spiritual experience while vacuuming). He often talks to me through books because he knows I am listening. I always say to him, respectfully, that I just needed the boys to come with a handbook and was that to much to ask? Well the next thing I know I am reading Little Men and I know that He wanted me to read it and apply the lessons I have learned...anyway...I am babbling now. It's a tough day here today. Sometimes I feel as if I am being pecked to death by chickens (that's motherhood in a nutshell isn't it). We have a lot on our plates right now and I am just really tired. So I think it is time to take a break from the laundry, encourage the boys to hit the trampoline and pull up a many to choose from, where shall I begin?


Perla said...

pecked to death by chickens. wow. that is a fantastic metaphor! i know that feeling but haven't been able to describe it so deftly! nice!
now, re little men, is that the Louisa May Alcott one or a more recent non-fiction type book?

Heather said...

Yes me and Charles Dickens have a way with words! Ha ha! The Little Men book is the one written by Alcott, I love her....