Not so great day

Yesterday was not he best of days for me. As I was cleaning the bathroom I suddenly realized there was a really strange and strong smell coming from the other room. When I walked into the family room there was Sophie painting her own toe nails, all around her were open bottles of nail polish poured out! Several time outs later we went to Wal-mart for some more nail polish remover. As I was walking into Wal-mart I was completely overwhelmed and on the verge of tears. I was wondering what I was thinking when I decided to have more children clearly I was not that great of a mom I already had one three year old that doesn't listen to anything I say. I was feeling horrible and wishing I could some how zoom past all these years and see that by some miracle my children had turned out okay. As I was walking in an older lady in her late seventies early eighties passed by me and looked at me and Sophie with a longing in her eyes. It was painfully clear to me that she remembered her life in that moment and wished somehow she could go back there. In that moment I realized that lady had probably had a million days like this one and yet what she wouldn't give to relive that time in her life. Then I remembered a talk by Thomas S Monson called "Finding Joy In The Journey" in his talk he said "If you are still in the process of raising children, be aware that the tiny fingerprints that show up on almost every newly cleaned surface, the toys scattered about the house, the piles and piles of laundry to be tackled will disappear all too soon and that you will—to your surprise—miss them profoundly" Maybe that stain on my carpet will never come out but does that really matter? What matters to me is my family and that my children know I always have time for them and love them no matter what mistakes they make in life.