I never imagined the lesson moths could teach me about motherhood. Shortly after I started dating my future husband, he surprised me one day by exclaiming, “Man, moths get a bad rap. Everyone loves butterflies, but moths are way cooler.” He proceeded to expound on how moths are so chubby and fuzzy—unlike scrawny, stick-like butterflies—and…

My toddler has given me an unexpected gift: the realization that I myself am a toddler. If I imagine that the way I look at my toddler’s actions is the same way Heavenly Father looks at my actions, somehow it’s much easier to be at peace with my shortcomings and to love myself. Plus the…

One cannot remember mother and forget God. —Thomas S. Monson I always knew that nothing could truly prepare me for motherhood. But I always interpreted that to mean nothing could prepare me for how hard it is. On the contrary, it’s easy to prepare for how hard it is, but not so easy to prepare…