It was a big day yesterday.  We hit Legoland.  My boys are obsessed with Legos.  I don’t know if it’s a good idea to bring them here since we’ve told them they are never going to buy another Lego again.  I have to admit that the displays were pretty awesome.  Check out these creations:

Eli and Davy standing in front of some sort of Star Wars Battle

The Taj Mahal a la legos

My favorite, of course, the Eiffel tower

It was a beautiful warm day, and the kids went kind of ballistic.  It’s o.k. though.   Legoland is a pretty big park so the kids were not spazing out right in my face.  The park was lovely, lovely with lush landscaping and plenty of flowers in bloom. The rides were pretty lame, but my kids didn’t seem to know that.  Here they are. 

 Between Ricky and Deborah, we went on this plane ride a bazillion times. 


 And Down

Any ride where you’re shooting water at each other is sure to be a hit

After a long day at Legoland, we went to see my Uncle Randy and Aunt Linda.  We love these people to pieces.  My uncle has a magic touch with people–he’s the most generous, loving, open, dear man, and everybody wants to be around him all the time.  His wife is gentle, patient, and kind, and I automatically relax in her presence.

We ate dinner while the kids swam in their lovely pool.  He told me stories about his oldest boy, who gave them a run for their money when he was a teenager.  I wouldn’t to know everything about what they as parents did.

This day was profoundly moving to me.  As a girl, I was so achievement oriented.  I was used to getting high grades, and I was used to winning things.  I think the hardest part of motherhood has been not feeling that sense of achievement and progress, not receiving the accolades.

Even as a mother, I’m constantly focused on “self-improvement.”  This blog is a testament to that.  I’m always wanting to set goals and achieve.  I want to see results.

And seeing my aunt and uncle in action (along with their dear daughter Shannon who I will tell you more about later), I realized again that it’s not about doing, it’s about being.

Does it really matter how early you get up in the morning, how often you exercise, and how efficiently you can work?  Well, for me, still yes.  But I’m seeing more that truly being the right person–generous, warm, loving, patient–that is really what matters.  Do people want to be near me?  Do they come to me for love, support, and encouragement?  Do they feel compassion from me when they confide in me and more confident when I listen to them?

And when I realize this, I breathe a sigh of relief.  Because I don’t have to worry so much about getting so much done.  I can just be.  Not to say that action doesn’t have its merits.  We are in essence the sum of what we’ve done.  But there’s also value in just being.



  1. I really love this post Beck… I wish so badly I could have visited the Turners with you. Tell me more about what you guys talked about. Randy Turner is the greatest!

  2. Next time you need to do a church history tour and come see me…Looks like a lot of fun. Vacations are needed and can’t beat seeing old friends.

  3. I wish you could have been there–Randy talked a lot about how difficult Jared was with his ADHD. He said that Jared refused to talk to Shannon for over two years. It wasn’t until his mission that he wrote a letter to Shannon and apologized.

    He said he also “kidnapped” Jared. He told him they were going to the airport to pick up their grandma, but instead he took Jared to North Carolina for the Daytona? To be honest, I don’t remember much about what he said, you just get the feeling that you want to be kinder to everybody.

  4. Wow! I have not had the chance to tour LegoLand but look forward to the day I can.
    It looks awesome. I love Lego Minifigs. Check out my blog

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