"We seldom get into trouble when we speak softly. It is only when we raise our voices that the sparks fly and tiny molehills become great mountains of contention."
Since
tomorrow is the first day of school for my children, tonight my
husband gave our children father’s blessings, as is a common
custom in many Latter-Day Saint families.
Whenever
he does this, I am reminded of the first time I received a father’s
blessing from my own father. I
was 19 years old, and we had just returned from the temple being
sealed together as a family. I am the oldest, so I was given a
blessing first, and then my dad proceeded to bless each child, on
down to my youngest sister who had recently turned four years old.
I
will never forget that sweet little four-year-old girl, in her pretty
dress she wore to the temple, all fidgets and shy toothy smiles, when
she climbed up onto the dining room chair that had been placed in the
center of the usually chaotic family room, her short legs swinging in
the air above the floor. After my father finished laying hands on
her, she was uncharacteristically still. She refused to get off from
the chair.
Though
she likely didn’t fully grasp the meaning of the words of the
blessing, she comprehended the overwhelming feeling of the Spirit
present and she didn’t want it to end.
So,
too, when my husband laid hands on my soon-to-be-eight-year-old
daughter, I felt the telltale emotional power of the Spirit ratify
the words coming out of my husband’s mouth. This was important,
because this particular daughter’s main concern about her
impending baptism is that she is not sure she has ever felt the
Spirit, and is worried about it.
I
have always felt that child-of-record baptisms get short shrift. Here
is the only saving ordinance I, as a parent, can make sure my child
gets. I wish these baptisms could be done more individually instead
of collectively as a stake one Saturday a month.
But,
as I listened to the counsel the Lord was giving to my daughter
during her blessing, I realized that I was worried about the
completely wrong thing. The best way to make sure her baptism is
truly meaningful for her is to give her the power to choose it.
I
realized I had never told her that it really is her choice —
that we will not force her to be baptized; that although it is a
commandment of God, it is hers to obey or not.
By
never inviting her to pray about this decision and make it with help
from the Spirit, I was robbing her of a precious opportunity to feel
the Spirit of God.
I,
like most adults, am often guilty of underestimating the potential
spiritual power of the children around me.
I
have often thought that the scriptures like 3 Nephi 17 and Matt 19:
23-15 that specifically mention Christ teaching and blessing children
were primarily there to remind us adults to teach children the
gospel, to value them for their innocence and to emulate their
perfect faith.
But
maybe they are including in holy writ for another reason. Maybe it is
to demonstrate that children are quite capable — maybe even
more so than some adults — of truly learning the things Jesus
came to the earth to teach. Scriptures about Christ interacting with
children show it is worthwhile to give them significant spiritual
experiences when they are young.
In
other words, we don’t have to wait until they are old enough to
understand all our big adult words to grasp the meaning of loving one
another, obeying God, repenting, forgiving, and feeling the Spirit.
Ten
years ago my husband was called to teach Sunday School to the
13-year-olds of the ward. He was pretty shocked to learn that not one
of the young people in his class knew what the plan of salvation was.
Every week for as long as it took, he would draw the familiar diagram
of circles and lines representing the pre-existence, the mortal
world, the spirit world, birth, death, etc. until he was satisfied
that all his students understood this basic doctrine.
Now,
these youth all came from families that were active in the Church. I
am sure they taught their children many important things. But, my
husband and I wondered many times when they didn’t know the
basic tenants of their religion.
I
wonder if those parents were like me — thinking it was my job
to “make sure” my children get baptized instead of
inviting them to seek for answers for themselves at a young age.
I
believe it is true that we parents of this rising generation are, in
general, doing too much for our children and they have developed, as
a whole, some entitlement issues. (Although I personally know a heap
of parents who are producing fabulous, self-sufficient kids.)
But,
I worry that the greater cost of doing too much for our children is
robbing them of the most precious thing they can attain in life —
their very own testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Are
we providing them with experiences that let them ponder their own
relationship to Christ? Are we giving them quiet and space to really
pray to God like He is listening? Are we identifying to them the
times we feel the Spirit? Instead of lecturing to them, are we
bearing testimony of the truths we know?
My
husband also gave me a blessing tonight. It was beautiful, and there
were tears aplenty. My children asked me why I was crying. I told
them it was because the things their father had said in the blessing
were the exact things I needed to hear and I knew those words were
not from their father, but their Father.
After
we dispersed from our family home evening, I took my seven-year-old
daughter aside and told her that we would not make her get baptized;
that it was her decision. She, of her own volition, promised to pray
about it that night when she went to bed.
I
was so astonished that she would come up with such a spiritually
mature response, and realized I have likely been the one giving my
children short shrift, in neglecting to suggest they begin the sort
of dialogue with their Father in Heaven that I have with Him.
What
grown-up arrogance. It is only in this brief moment of mortality that
there is any meaningful age difference between myself and my
children. Very soon any disparity in our ages will be gone; what
will remain is the richness of our relationship with each other and
with God.
And,
hopefully, the testimony we both share and simultaneously possess
individually.
Emily
Jorgensen received her bachelor's degree in piano performance from
Brigham Young University. She earned her master's degree in
elementary music education, also at BYU. She holds a Kodaly
certificate in choral education, as well as permanent certification
in piano from Music Teacher’s National Association.
She
has taught piano, solfege, and children’s music classes for 17
years in her own studio. She has also taught group piano classes at
BYU.
She
is an active adjudicator throughout the Wasatch Front and has served
in local, regional, and state positions Utah Music Teachers'
Association, as well as the Inspirations arts contest chair at
Freedom Academy.
She
gets a lot of her inspiration for her column by parenting her own
rambunctious four children, aged from “in diapers” to
“into Harry Potter.” She is still married to her high
school sweetheart and serves in her ward’s Primary.