Hyrum

Yesterday I had the opportunity to go to the cannery, and my dear friend who is also Hyrum's preschool teacher watched Hyrum for me while I was there. When I came to pick up Hyrum I was surprised to get such a sad little boy. While he had so much fun the first few hours he was there, he had spent the last hour crying and upset. I don't remember the last time Hyrum cried for a babysitter. And this wasn't just any babysitter, it was his beloved preschool teacher. He wanted to go home immediately and told me that he never wanted to go back there. What on earth is going on? This is not my Hyrum.

The rest of the day wasn't any better. He was moody all day and scared that night. He even ended up sleeping with Alan last night. This morning wasn't any better. He vacillated between not wanting to go to preschool and telling me that he needed to go right now. Finally about an hour before preschool was to start Hyrum ran into the room crying and blurted out "I threw the ball over the wall!" That was it. He threw the ball over the wall of her house when he wasn't supposed to. The guilt ate him up inside until he couldn't handle it anymore. Do you think he will still be this way in high school? Maybe it will keep him from getting into trouble. Well, as soon as he confessed I got my old Hyrum back.

I remember something similar happening when I was a kid. I don't remember what it was about, but I lied to my mom. I felt so awful I remember just lying on the floor and my mom trying to figure out what was wrong with me. It's funny how terrible I felt about it then, but by the time I was a teenager I could lie with out batting an eye. We kind of get ruined as we get older. Though Hyrum didn't do anything intentionally wrong (I think), his conscience wasn't cleared until he confessed. I suppose this is why the Lord said that we need to be like little children. It's a good thing I have my kids to keep me in check.

I'm so glad they have each other. Much better than them trying to sleep with me.