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Ohana means family

Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten. 



This was the central message for our family Luauu tonight. I had the lesson for family home evening, and decided we needed something fun. 

It was pretty simple- a "Hawaiian style" meal, limbo, a hula hoop contest and game, and e watched some fire dancing on YouTube. 

It doesn't take much though to make for a good time together. 

My own personal lesson on what Ohana means came, after all the fun was over. 

I am NOT a fan of bedtime. (Don't get me wrong, I LOVE bedtime for the fact that the kids are now going to bed!) But it's a hard process when you have young children.

Tonight, after all the festivities (and a long, fun day enjoying the newly returned sunshine!) Anna and Reagan were quite worn out. But of course, that makes for an even more difficult time calming down for bed!

I usually read a story out of the Friend magazine, or sing a few songs. Tonight, I couldn't even get Anna in bed so I could do those. 

I knew I had two choices: 1- stick her in bed, and stand outside her room holding the door while she cried (and wait until she calmed down or fell asleep- a long, sad process). Or 2- summon all the patience I had and rock with her, talk with her, and take the extra time to help her calm down. 

Usually, I would go with choice number 1- because I'm exhausted and frustrated at the end of the day and simply cannot do it!

Or so I think. Tonight, I chose the second door. 

The one that seems harder, but in reality works so much better.

We rocked. I told her the story of The Ugly Duckling (and didn't force her to lay down or close her eyes while I told it!) We discussed how he felt when the other ducks teased him, and how he felt a longing when he saw the beautiful white swans. We sang Old McDonald had a Farm, together- complete with ducks, pigs and llamas (of which she has two stuffed friends!). And I didn't get mad when she didn't fall asleep while I was singing. 

I didn't worry about looking on my phone while I sang- attempting to ignore her enough that she would get bored at my presence and fall asleep. 

And you know what? It probably took just as long as choice number 1 would've, maybe a little longer. And I got to enjoy a quiet, happy moment with my little girl(s). 

I know it won't always work out so wonderfully. Some days are harder than others- and honestly I'm okay with the fact that bedtime isn't always kumbaya and rainbows. 

Because I'm realistic. 

But, having gotten a small taste of that calm this evening, maybe I'll be willing to save a little slice of patience from earlier in the day, in order to help both myself and my kiddos have pleasant dreams and bedtime memories. 

P.S. the sunshine is absolutely amazing! 



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  1. Option 2 for the WIN! Sweethearts needed that extra love.

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