Dear Mom

I know you are really busy right now with students and writing and being a Mom and a Relief Society president and all that and can't answer your phone so I'm talking to you on here since I know you will read this. Yes I am 32 years old and I still need to talk to my Mom about everything. Which is part of the reason I need to talk to you. Let me start with the good stuff.

So, Mom, I feel really grateful. I love the sound of my kids giggling and how they run around together and are happy. I love that our whole family danced to Christmas music by our newly decorated Christmas tree today after supper. I love that Jesse is the nicest kid. Even to kids who aren't necessarily nice to him, he's very diplomatic and compromising. Be honest...did I teach him that?

I love that Breanna is I think one of the happiest girls alive. I love that she is also very diplomatic and compromising. Especially with me and Jesse, she'll say to us through her tears: "Okay!"

I love that many of my dreams have come true, and in the most truest way.

I'm also sad (see above picture).

I'm sad I can't solve my own problems and I'm 32 years old.

I'm scared of not developing talents I know I have, I'm scared of not living up to my potential because I'm too tired or scared.

I'm sad that I can't trust my feelings because I tend to rush towards being offended and angry instead of having charity. I'm scared I will never have charity.

I'm sad because it's 1:30am and I'm still awake and I really wanted to go for a run tomorrow but now I'll be too tired.

Also I think Jesse has pink-eye.

You're the best Mom and teacher in the world. I wish I could brighten your days instead of calling you with all my problems.

Love,

Sarah