Story time

Before Stetson was even 1, I started taking him to Story Time when we lived in Laramie. Partly because other moms invited me and partly because I thought good moms took their kids to story time, and I wanted to be in that category. So I took him and it seemed silly to be there at times. He'd run under the chairs, under the tables and sometimes distract the other kids, but we kept going and pretty soon he started to like it. I remember when I was pregnant with Kandace, we went EVERY time because I knew these were my last days with him alone and I wanted to give him lots of extra attention and fun things to do. I remember it being less than pleasant to drag me and my fat belly (and Stetson) to the library every week in the frigid Laramie winter.

Well now I look forward to story time as much as he does. Not to listen to the stories, but because I LOVE children's books. We check out 6 or 7 books every time and I love coming home and reading them. I can't wait to see what they'll be about. Children's books are fun because they take us away from reality for a couple minutes as we read about exciting places, different people and fun messages. I spotted "You are Special" last time and snagged it because I knew it was a good one. I cried when I read the last part. The story is about a little Wemmick boy who has dots on him because the towns people put them on him. The wemmick feels bad and goes to the woodcarver, Eli, and Eli tells him "Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door, "you are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes." I LOVE THAT! I felt a little more confident that day because I remembered that Heavenly Father made me and that it doesn't matter what others think of me, because Heavenly Father loves me, and he doesn't care what others think, and either should I.