Last night during FHE, I chose to focus on Conference, letting the kids choose an opening song from among those we'd heard over the weekend, and for the lesson we discussed thoughts and impressions about Conference. My daughter described feeling "The Holy Spirit" during President Monson's closing talk and the closing prayer. My eldest son talked about "feeling good in [his] heart" when people spoke about Jesus. I talked about Eyring's prayer story and shared my own version with the kids, the closest I've come in a long time to really "testifying" to them of anything drawn from my own experience.
My wife didn't really participate, and I grew frustrated that she wasn't--for some inexplicable reason--suddenly radiating at the early indications of a nascent Attitude Adjustment. So I was upset, and after she'd left to put the baby to bed, I was struggling to corral the remaining three into a kneeling prayer, and suddenly lost it, cuffing my daughter and eldest son on the forehead. It seems that I hit my daughter with my wedding ring, and it really hurt her.
Somehow or other, I need to get out of these kids' lives before I really damage them.
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