Bedtime. Bath, teeth brushing, potty, pajamas, book(s), verse of scripture, prayer.
That is our routine. Every night, with usually only small variations. In my everyone-is-tired-and-cranky survival mode I just railroad us through and get 'er done. But tonight was different.
We were on the verse of scripture and I was attempting to tell Mili that Lehi had seen a tree with desirable fruit. She was trying to talk to me about anything else. And right before I, yet again, rolled my train over her little conversation in an attempt to get bedtime over with, a small, loving voice whispered in my head. "You want to be a mom who listens."
I do. More than almost anything else.
I shut up. I listened. And then we talked. We talked about jumping on trampolines, eating plums, and that one night the fire alarm went off at 2am scaring us all so much Mili can't stop telling me about it. She told me that she wants her soccer ball that I'm getting her to be blue. She told me about her plate falling off the table at dinner and her chicken going on the floor.
She had so much to say! So much more than at any other time of the day! And for once. For once! I listened.
May there be many, many more bedtime chats. May my heart never forget that I want to be a mother who listens - to her children and to the sweet voice of God through the Holy Ghost.