Birth Control

A few Saturdays ago I babysat three wonderful children of God. I must admit I was a little apprehensive. Normally, I have short patience for children and I would like to hang them by their toe nails within about the first 15 minutes. Heather said she was giving me free birth control (although, not something I need to be overly concerned with right now).

When I got there, three little children came to the door with all their excitement that the babysitter had arrived. This meant mom and dad were leaving and they would be able to break the rules I didn't know about. They wanted to tell me about everything.

The children were 6, 5, and 2. Anya, the oldest warned me when we were outside playing, "We don't listen very good. So don't try." I really had to laugh inside at her honesty. Something told me that she was the one who didn't listen very well. But I told her that if she didn't listen very good, I would have a talk with here mommy because we were tight (not that she understood that phrase).

During the day I had to marvel at God's little children. They were special spirits, they were smart, they were honest, and they were wonderful. We played outside, we came in to watch a movie, and we had lunch.

During our adventures outside there were potato bugs big and small everywhere. Emory acted like he'd never seen one before. When I told him what they were he looked up at me and said they weren't potato bugs... So, I told him they were rolley polley's. He seemed much more satisfied with that answer because they were rolling up in balls as soon as he tried to pick them up. Soon he was picking up every bug he could, and I also found myself the recipient of a few of them.

We had a little scare when Emory all of a sudden said, "Look! A bee!" (with excitement...). I told him to step out of the car and when I looked in there was a hornet. It was amazing that they had been in and out of that little car so many times and were bumping it around and the hornet never went after them. God certainly was mindful of them, and of me... To get rid of the problem, we hooked the hose up to the house water and sprayed it down. And soon the kids were back to playing in the car.

I was thankful for the movie because I thought I would be able to sit in the chair and study my stuff... WRONG answer! When I sat in the chair I had two little bright-eyed children ask to sit in my lap. Of course I said yes. So, x-nay on the studying...

As we went through the day, beautiful little Anya had this duck and was quacking some nursery rhyme, which I think I have forever blocked out of my mind, and I asked her to stop several times (this is where the "we don't listen very well" comes in). When I told her I was going to take it away if she didn't stop, Emory looked up at me and said, "Anya, isn't choosing to choose the right." Wow!

Children are so perceptive and sometimes say things that just knock you in the gut. He is 5-years old and already understands the concept of choosing the right. I know that his parents have taught him and his siblings well, because they themselves are great examples of living the gospel.

As I was privileged to be a part of those three special spirit's lives for a short day, I felt the love of God for all his children, even when they don't choose the right. Heather said she was giving me free birth control, I say she was giving me the opportunity to be in the presence of heaven.