Today we were out shopping for clothes and I overheard a conversation between two teenage girls..
Girl 1 : I can’t believe your mom wouldn’t let you wear that! (talking about some sleazy article of clothing) Your mom is honestly crazy.
Girl 2: I know she is! Maybe I could keep a separate wardrobe at your house for party nights.
Girl 1: okay! Do it!
Girl 2: (Takes the sleazy article off the rack.)
I’ve heard all kinds of conversations similar to this…but today it hit me in a very new way. I looked down at the carseat where my little Adaliah was peacefully sleeping, and my eyes filled with tears. I was suddenly completely overwhelmed with the thought of being a mother.
What was I thinking bringing her into this crazy world?! Is she going to be strong enough to make it? Am I’m prepared to teach her how to love the gospel and live by its standards? Is she going to hate me someday like most teenagers hate their moms?
Wow! If the world is this crazy now, where will it be in 13-17 years from now? I suddenly want to run away and freeze time and just love my baby girl forever.
But because I can’t do that…I’ll have to do the next best thing. I’ll have to keep studying, praying, having family night, going to the temple, and all those other Sunday school answers. Then I just have to hope for the best. It’s scary!
But because I can’t do that…I’ll have to do the next best thing. I’ll have to keep studying, praying, having family night, going to the temple, and all those other Sunday school answers. Then I just have to hope for the best. It’s scary!
(ps- on a lighter note… am I too old to be shopping at the same store as 15 year olds… I’m only 21 but I’m the only person carrying around a car seat and asking my husband for his opinion. I don’t know where I belong anymore. Haha)















