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Ordinary Arts

I've decided to follow along with a series of a posts on this beautiful blog.  The series is inspired by this quote by Thomas Moore: "The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance than their simplicity might suggest."

I love that quote and think it is especially pertinent to mothers.

Just because the things homemakers do are simple, repetitive, and under-appreciated does not mean they are unimportant.  In fact, I believe they are the most important things of all.  As David O. McKay put it, "She who can paint a masterpiece or write a book that will influence millions deserves the admiration and the plaudits of mankind; but she who rears successfully a family of healthy, beautiful sons and daughters, whose influence will be felt through generations to come, whose immortal souls will exert an influence throughout the ages long after paintings shall have faded, and books and statues shall have decayed or shall have been destroyed, deserves the highest honor that man can give, and the choicest blessings of God. In her high duty and service to humanity, endowing with immortality eternal spirits, she is co-partner with the Creator himself."  

In other words, the work of motherhood may be made up of ordinary arts but its value is extraordinary.

So this week, I'll be taking a closer look at how I practice (or hope to practice) the ordinary arts in my life and how they impact my family.

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