"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to let you in."

-- Robert Frost

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

nurture

What feels like ages ago now, my best friend and I would take our swarm of little children for an outing to library story time every Friday. Lunch at a McDonald's playland followed and the best part was always the adult conversation of another mother. It was an unbreakable routine and key to the survival of our endless weeks of spills, tears, exhaustion and traveling husbands.

I needed her and our little time together like air to breathe.

So it was no wonder that after my fifth child was born, I was back at it with a two-week-old strapped in a baby carrier.

The story time was no small feat. We'd cuddle into a crowded space, fight to keep over active toddlers seated, struggle to stop the clearing of bookshelves, sharpen our senses for stray little people, avoid the presence of climbable surfaces and try to make sense in conversational snippets.

The restaurant playland provided release as kids momentarily ceased their jungle gym climbing of us with distraction of the colorful structure.

And we'd talk interrupted only by the momentary need to free a screaming little friend from a stuck high up place.

One rather intermittent session, my friend and I had turned from our courtside table to referee multiple times and was surprised to return to a woman whose countenance expressed her feelings of displeasure.

"You know ... I've watched you leave this sleeping baby repeatedly and I can't believe you would be so incompetent and neglectful. Someone could steal him so easily!" she fairly shouted.

My sweet friend leaned forward and hugged her out of the blue. "I'm so grateful when women look out for one another. I'm so glad you were here." she said.

The flurry of fear welling up within me was replaced by relieved peace as the defused stranger mumbled a "your welcome" and moved on her way.

And I never forgot my friend's unintentional lesson.


I'm reminded of this:

"We need to build and strengthen one another. We must never lose sight of the fact that we are to 'succor the weak, lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees'." (D&C 81:5)
-- Gordon B. Hinkley






And this:

"Reach out to help one another. All of us need help from time to time. We need encouragement. We need friends who will stand by us through thick and thin. I ask each of you to be that kind of friend."
-- Gordon B. Hinkley












How about this one:

"I have often thought that if great numbers of the women of all nations were to unite and lift their voices in the cause of peace, there would develop a worldwide will for peace which could save our civilization and avoid untold suffering, misery, plague, starvation, and the death of millions."
-- Gordon B. Hinkley






Ever wonder where we'd be without this?

"The world needs the touch of women, and their love, their comfort, and their strength. Our harsh environment needs their encouraging voices, the beauty that seems to fall within their natures, the spirit of charity that is their inheritance. The God in whom so many of us believe has endowed His daughters with a unique and wonderful capacity to reach out to those in distress, to bring comfort and succor, to bind up wounds and heal aching hearts, and, most of all, to rear children in love and understanding."
-- Gordon B. Hinkley




Do you sort of get the feeling I love the words of that man?







Here we go:

"The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed, we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity."
-- Mararet D. Nadauld 

These women are all of that.










We are hard on each other. And we are hard on ourselves. I've heard it said that if we talked to our friends the way we talk to ourselves ... we wouldn't have any friends.

It is divinely inherent that women nurture. That quality came from before. It's a piece of the royalty within. In times of trial or sorrow or disaster or hardship ... we worry with those that worry, cry with those that cry and do our best to bake something that might ease a burden if only just a bit.

I've seen it.

Nurture is more than from mothers to children. It's women to women. It's from within for what is within. Understanding our best that we are each doing our best.

And truly no other work reaches so close to divinity as when we look out for one another.



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