My bigger kids are really awesome. They are involved in really great activities. They do and say very interesting, entertaining, inspiring things. However, they do not wish to be photographed very often and they do not wish for me to write very much about them on this blog. Apparently they feel they have rights. Hmmph.
I feel I have rights to record our family history. I don't think my grandchildren will care very much about their parents' teenage rights, rather they will appreciate reading about their parents adventures as young people. Maybe I overestimate anyone's interest in reading anything on this blog.
Nevertheless, I feel torn between what I want to do-- record every adorable thing my children ever do and share it with the world, and respecting their wishes for privacy.
So this post is dedicated to "Team Little Kids"
Team Little Kids are best friends.
Years ago I worked with a Relief Society President who taught me that during any period of your life you will always find equally good and bad things happening. During the sorest trials, you will also find the sweetest blessings. I admit these days with Peter are challenging, but look at the blessings of these easy going, best friend playmates. What a joy they are to me.