What's really important?

What's really important in life?  I've been thinking about this a lot lately for the 5 weeks, maybe a little longer. 

On September 27, tragedy struck a family we know.  A little boy, Morgan, only 3 years old, fell into a swimming pool.  The pool is surrounded by a fence with a self-locking gate.  No one know how this precious child got passed the gate and fell into the pool.  I am unclear on who found him but his father performed CPR, was able to get a pulse and Morgan was life flighted to a local hospital.  As anyone with children can imagine, this has been extremely difficult for this family. 

At times Morgan showed signs of hope for a recovery: opening his eyes, following his father around the room with his eyes, crying, breathing on his own, etc., but he is still struggling.  He is having sympathetic storms, which most people with brain trauma experience.  Things are not looking good at this point, which has caused me to pause and reflect on life.

We get so busy do things that are "important" and "necessary" but are they really?  My goal yesterday was to fold the clothes, all of them.  I did 4 loads of laundry, some big and some small, and have laundry sitting in our bedroom from a month ago.  The piles are divided up, Bacon in one basket, Pickle and Pach in another, sheets and towels in another, etc. I did manage to fold some towels the other day.  However, as much as I WANT to get the clothes all folded and put away, it just doesn't seem to happen.  Bacon wants to be held and played with, the older boys want to go outside, dinner needs to be made and if someone is coming over, I try to tidy the kitchen.  Sometimes I need to balance the checkbook, pay the bills, clean the bathrooms, go grocery shopping, etc. 

So what is really important?  My house isn't nearly as clean as I'd like it and most of the time is drives me crazy but we have a house.  I really don't like the massive pile of laundry taking up  half our bedroom but at least we all have clean clothes to wear.  They may be unfolded, sorted into piles of who's is who's but we have them.  Pach and Pickle's room may be a mess, as is the family room, their other play area, but they are happy and healthy.  We are trying to teach our boys understand love, compassion and sharing.  To demonstrate those Christlike qualities.  We are trying to teach them the importance of being honest and doing what's right.  We are trying to teach them Heavenly Father loves us and will help us if we ask Him in faith. 

Are we succeeding?  I don't always know.  Sometimes I think I am failing miserably with all the fighting and the hitting that goes on.  Then they run around like crazy hooligans, screaming and laughing together like best friends.  And just last night, when Zach couldn't find his dear baby dinosaur, he said he wanted to say a prayer to find.  He did and we found it.  So maybe the house is a mess, the boys aren't learning to clean up after themselves and our laundry is in a pile in our room.  But Zach loves his Book of Mormon, he is understanding how faith and prayer works.  The know we love them and we know they love us and that is what is really important.