Sunday, September 28, 2008

From the mouths of babes...

Friday night, Dallin and I put the kids to bed around 7:30. By 9 p.m. they were still awake (we had gone to their room several times to chase them back to their beds). They had been busy playing games such as freeze tag, simon says, and hide and go seek. I wasn't super stern with them going right to sleep because it was a Friday night and I was enjoying some serious hair therapy (Dallin was playing with my hair). So, as I'm laying on the couch enjoying the therapy, I start to hear dresser drawers opening and closing. I think to myself that I should quickly put the kabosh on that because I don't want the dresser falling over or fingers getting slammed in the drawers. After having this thought at least three times and ignoring it every time, we suddenly hear a very loud crash followed promptly by screaming. I flew upstairs, much faster than the speed of light, and found Gavin at the top of the stairs screaming and pointing at his bedroom. Fearing that Shelbi was pinned beneath the dresser, I dashed into their room and found her standing at the foot of Gavin's bed, also screaming and crying. We quickly ascertained their wounds and the condition of the dresser. Gavin had only a bruise on his cheek and Shelbi had a tiny cut on her forehead and another small bruise on the opposite side of her forehead as the cut. The dresser, however, did not fare as well. After a brief discussion on the dangers of opening every drawer in the dresser, we put the kids back to bed and took the two dresser drawers downstairs for repair. We are so grateful that the kids were not seriously injured and it was nothing short of an act of God that spared them. However, the story does not end there. Last night as I was tucking Gavin into bed, I stroked his cheek where he has his bruise and told him how glad I was that he and Shelbi were not seriously hurt by the falling dresser. This was his reply, "Well, Mom, when the dresser was falling, Heavenly Father told me to move. So, I pushed Shelbi out of the way." It was such a touching moment to me that even though I chose to ignore the promptings of the spirit, my son was in tune enough to hear His voice and act on it. We are so blessed to have the gospel in our lives and children in our home. They truly are closer to the Lord and we should aspire to be more like them in that respect.

6 comments:

A little bit of crazy.... said...

That is such a good story and you tell it so well. I just finished telling Lily and Ev about it and Lily really really wants to know if the dresser was as high as the ceiling. She insists her cousins have a dresser that reaches that high so yours is too in her mind at least! (I was trying to bring it back to the point of the story but she's obsessed with what the dresser looks like now.)

Harris Family said...

That is so neat that Gavin was a little hero in the situation. I hope all is well with them. You will have to write that in Gavin's journal so that he will always remember listening to the spirit at such a young age.

Ellis and Karen said...

Oh that gave me cold chills! That's such a neat story!

Veronica said...

Hey! I found you! I was browsing through my friends blog lists and noticed your name on our friend/neighbors the Harris family...good to see your cute kids and see that you are doing well...what a cute little story...kids are so in tune with the spirit! Feel free to come check out our family blog and leave comments...

Veronica said...

oh our blog is www.foreveryoung8.blogspot.com

Rand, Shem, Jake & Braden said...

You're right it made me cry I just love Gavin he is such a cutie. I miss you guys and hope you come home for Christmas!