When I heard this talk in general conference, tears quietly rolled down my cheeks. My poor husband probably thought he was failing miserably at her message; he wasn’t, but I just felt so touched that she was addressing this important subject in conference. I felt so grateful for my good husband, for my good father, and for my sweet daughter. I hoped my boys will someday grow into the kind of fathers that are found in their family’s legacy. I loved Sister Dalton’s charge to fathers that loving their wives and being the guardians of their daughter’s virtue can bless young women in very important ways. It’s so true. There is nary an example of this kind of father in the modern media of today, and oh, how the girls need to see it in their own homes.
“How can a father raise a happy, well-adjusted daughter in today’s increasingly toxic world? The answer has been taught by the Lord’s prophets. It is a simple answer, and it is true—“The most important thing a father can do for his [daughter] is to love [her] mother.”1 By the way you love her mother, you will teach your daughter about tenderness, loyalty, respect, compassion, and devotion. She will learn from your example what to expect from young men and what qualities to seek in a future spouse. You can show your daughter by the way you love and honor your wife that she should never settle for less. Your example will teach your daughter to value womanhood. You are showing her that she is a daughter of our Heavenly Father, who loves her.”
Friends, this would be a great week to invite your husbands to join you in GCBC study. What stood out to you as you studied this talk? Feel free to sing the praises of your own husband or father, and please express your love and appreciation to them. If you are a single mother or do not currently have a husband that can carry out this role, what positive message can you still take away and learn from Sister Dalton’s talk? Share your thoughts in the comments below.
To anyone who is checking out GCBC for the first time, the goal is to read one General Conference talk a week and discuss it together as an on-line “book club.” If you want to learn more, go here, and join the discussion here each week.
So you may have noticed I wasn’t a stellar blogger last week, but boy howdy, was I busy. Try to imagine that your friend who is a medical doctor asks you to “substitute” for him at work the day he’s supposed to perform surgery. That’s what it’s like when you get called as a counselor in the Stake YW presidency one month before Girls Camp (and the new president will be out of town for the month). So last week I spent two and a half days at Girl’s Camp and I learned a few more things about myself.
- Girls obsess about boys as much as I obsess about sleep. (Oh, the part I learned about myself is that I’m annoyed by that… the boy part, definitely not the sleep part.)
- When I went to Girls Camp as a youth, we loved singing all kinds of silly songs over and over again wherever we went. This trend is apparently still in force, but now as an old and incredibly wise adult, I realize that many of those songs are really kind of inappropriate. Heck, some of them are even anthems of boy-mongering. Again, annoyed. (Are you noticing a trend?) My friend Shantel and I tried to come up with some counter-culture camp songs ourselves like “Boys are stupid until you’re twenty. (and while marching…) Stand for Truth and Righteousness!” Not a big hit. Can’t imagine why.
- I had to teach a fireside at camp and even though I thought I had prepared with many weeks of pondering, when I sat down to put my notes together a mere hour or so before the presentation, I had some severe writer’s block. Just a little testimonial: Prayer works.
- When girls go to Girls Camp and decide to sleep as little as possible, they get to go home and recover. When women go to Girls Camp and are victims of as little sleep as possible, they get to go home and immediately pick up their regular duties on overtime. The trend continues: Annoying.
- I thought the girls might be annoying. I was wrong. I loved them, and I looked forward to spending more time with them.
- Glitter lip gloss does not look good on grown women.
Today I had to return the large speaker system podium that we borrowed for camp to the church building. When I arrived and got out of the car, I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I bent over and heaved up the podium to carry it in the building, and –um– apparently something about that bending, lifting and heaving stretched the limits of my bladder control. I went home a little damper than I arrived, which is simply God’s way of reminding me that I’m not nearly as young or cool as I think I am.
So, learned any fun lessons about yourself lately?