Here's to maintaining some self-respect and sanity while tending to the growth and maturation of young minds, including your own young mind. Here's to recognizing that it isn't necessary to know how everything is going to turn out in advance, and that often Life has much better in store than one can imagine. Here's to hope and happiness even when Life gets complicated, especially then... That's when it's needed it most.

...afterall, the car may only seat seven but room for friends is unlimited...

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The Dance.

As I promised, here is the story I have been wanting to tell.

For about a week, I was a little bit obsessed with creating a love song playlist. I didn’t have any really specific purpose in mind, but I wanted to do it, and later I felt I needed to do it. I didn’t understand why - but I knew it was important. The more I worked on it, the more I wanted the songs to reflect my love for my children, although romantic love is still well represented. I looked for songs about strong, healthy, loving relationships. I enjoyed putting it together. I kept hearing songs on the radio that I knew I wanted. For a while that happened every time I listened, and I was able to find the ones I didn't have on iTunes. The majority of the songs I wanted to include, I already owned.  I had it pretty well “finished” on Friday night. I hope that we never loose this playlist. I think that the list will keep expanding over time. E has already made her own suggestions, and I’m sure the others will, too.
We were pretty lazy on Saturday morning. I could tell that the little ones especially needed my time and affection. We read books in bed and snuggled. I had E turn on the love song playlist and we listened to some of the songs over and over. It has been a long time since they have seemed so happy and carefree. I wanted to get some cleaning done that morning, which isn’t easy to do with little people needing you, so I tried to make it as fun as possible. We had more fun than we actually cleaned, but my room ( which was the most important area to me) got picked up. I inserted a song for us to dance to in between each chore, which was fun by itself. Then I thought of giving each child some personal time to dance with me. They were so excited. I was actually a little surprised to see how much they enjoyed it. I am sure that it will be a part of our future. It is a way to give each of the little ones some personal time without leaving the comfort of our home. Just what we all need. Broken Wings by Mister Mister came on, and it was A’s turn. She knew it was her turn and she started to beg me to pick her up and dance with her, so I did. She snuggled up with her head on my shoulder and we danced a sweet slow song.
As we were dancing, I realized that I had been there before, in a dream.
That is not uncommon for me, but this particular realization brought tears to my eyes. I had the dream more than three years ago and had found it quite unsettling. The first thing that happened was that D brought a baby to me, all wrapped up in blankets, and very tiny. We visited with friends for a while, then I went home but D didn’t come with me. He never did return to the house. I saw him with friends and once coming out of a door that seemed to be in a tree. I know it’s odd, but that was the dream. I just knew that he was not with us.
At home, there was a storm, and the wind was howling. I realized, looking around, that my home was very poorly constructed. The walls were just boards nailed to the frame. There were large gaps between some of the boards. Everything literally seemed to be shaking as though it would crumble to pieces at any moment. It was complete chaos. I was running here and there, trying to get things settled down, but it seemed hopeless. At that point, I came into the family room and found a number of people there, including some soldiers. Music was playing. A girl came to me and wanted to dance. She was young, and taller than I was. She was simply dressed, but beautiful. For a moment, I wondered who she was. As the music played and everyone danced, the storm seemed to calm. We had survived. When I woke up, I realized that the girl in my dream was my unborn child, my fifth child, a girl.
As I was dancing with A on that Saturday, the recognition of the significance of that moment flowed over me very forcefully. I understood that we had, indeed, survived the storm. D was gone, and the house had seemed to shake as though our entire existence would be destroyed. Although many things had changed in our lives however, we were still there together just like we had been in my dream; my children and I, loving each other. Even though the dream was unsettling to me at the time, for good reason, the fact that the Lord would give me such a gift was overwhelming. He had prepared me in many ways for the changes which He knew would come into my life over the next few years. It was wonderful just to bask in that feeling of comfort and completion. There is still a great deal left to be accomplished, but I know in whom I have trusted. He has brought me through the greatest of difficulties, and I know that His promises are sure.

Monday, January 26, 2009

"Don't Shove Me."

Harold B. Lee, “‘Don’t Shove Me’,” Ensign, Apr. 1975, 60

I had an experience once that taught me something as a grandfather. It was the night of the June Dance Festival at the University of Utah football stadium, and my daughter’s two oldest children were giving her a “bad time,” as she called it. So I said, “How would you like it if I took your two boys up to the stadium to the dance festival?” She said, “Oh, Daddy, if you’d do that, I’d be so happy.”

I didn’t know what I was getting into, but I took those two boys; one of them was five and the other nearly seven. I didn’t know there was so much difference between a seven-year-old and a five-year-old. The older boy was entranced by that spectacle down on the football field. But that five-year-old, his attention span was pretty short. He’d squirm, and then he’d want to go get a hot dog and he’d want to get a drink and he’d want to go to the toilet, and he was just on the move all the time.

And here I was sitting up front with the General Authorities, and they were smiling at this little show going on as I tried to pull my grandson here and there to make him behave. Finally that little five-year-old turned on me and, with his little doubled-up fist, he smacked me on the side of the face and he said, “Grandfather, don’t shove me!”

And you know, that hurt. In the twilight I thought I could see my brethren chuckling a bit as they saw this going on, and my first impulse was to take him and give him a good spanking. That’s what he deserved. But I’d seen his little mother do something. I’d seen her when he was having a temper tantrum. She had a saying, “You have to love your children when they’re the least lovable.”

So I thought I’d try that out. I had failed in the other process. I took him in my arms and I said to him, “My boy, Grandfather loves you. I so much want you to grow up to be a fine big boy. I just want you to know that I love you.” And his angry little body began to unlimber, and he threw his arms around my neck and he kissed my cheek and he loved me. I had conquered him by love.

President Harold B. Lee
(Sunday School Conference address, October 5, 1973)

Friday, January 23, 2009

Something is brewing.

I know there is something I need to write about. It is a very tender experience, but one which I know will bring a lot of joy to you all. I want to do it justice, so I'll be taking my time, but it will happen. I think this is the first time I've tried to "compose" something, rather than just let my ideas flow. It is an experiment unto itself.
Life is pretty crazy. I'm trying to hang on to my sanity and keep an open mind about where the Lord is taking me and what he has in mind. We shall see. 
Have a wonderful day!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

A Blessing: Numbers 6:24-26

The Lord bless thee, and keep thee:
The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:
The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Blessed beyond measure.

I keep thinking that I need to post something, but I'm maybe just a little overwhelmed at how much love we've received lately from neighbors and friends. I couldn't get my brain around what I wanted to say. Mostly, I just want to say that this has been such a wonderful holiday. By and large, the children were very well behaved. There was very little arguing. There was no grumpiness about getting the right gifts or enough. We had so much in the way of extra unexpected love come our way. We are loved, and that is the best feeling ever - especially at Christmas. I am so grateful to be living here in this area. Our neighbors and church community have been attentive to our needs - I can't even begin to tell how wonderful they have been. The are Christians of the highest caliber. They inspire me.
The other thing I have been thinking of today is the sweetness of my children. Yes, they've had their moments. Yes, I've had frustration - but I've also had pure joy that has persisted and rested on our home for nearly three days. A will be three years old tomorrow. Her little voice and precious pronunciation makes every thing she says ring in my ears. I love to hear her express her thoughts and feelings. When she is very excited, she speaks very quickly and I realize that I am not quite fluent in her language, but I love every syllable nonetheless. Q has moods that swing with the hour, but mostly he's just said, "Mommy, I love you so much." He is so sincere and darling. It is good to see him settling in and feeling like home here. The big boys were touched at the outpouring of Santa's gifts this year. My 10 year old believes. That is so much fun. My 13 year old was grateful to those Santas that made his Christmas merrier. He was amazed, happy and grateful. If you have a teenager you know that those things don't often happen in the same sentence let alone the same day. E was such the quintessential almost 8 year old girl. She loves the mom role. She is affectionate (to near overload). She is precious with her younger siblings, and had a great time all day long. She dressed up for the trip to Grandma's.
This year has been so confirming. D and I have done the right thing. Last year, there was no peace at Christmas. This year, there was just happiness, love and relaxation. There was no angry stain on the day, no overhanging tension in the air, it was just wonderful. It was absolutely perfect and wonderful. I have no reason to regret our current course - although I know that future Christmas seasons will surely be more complicated. Life brings with it it's own sorrows and joys. If I didn't know the sorrowful days, I don't think I'd know to be able to say - Yesterday was splendid and perfect in every way. What a blessing.
It was a lovely Christmas. Today was lovely, too. I have to head back to work tomorrow, but it will be with a light heart. I am so happy today. I hope I can make it last a very long time.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Last day for Scentsy Christmas orders is . . .

December 15, 2008.

If you want something delivered to someone before Christmas, please let me know prior to that date. Also, if you live near me, I do have some things on hand so feel free to give me a call afterward as well, I just won't be able to do a Christmas order directly from Scentsy after that date.

What's this?

This is A's favorite thing to say.

"Mama, Hachatamelt."

What does she want?

(I'll edit the post later and tell you, but I'd love to hear what you think.)

Kate wins!
"Hot Chocolate Milk" - or as we in the big world say, "Swiss Miss".

Biking

This morning, after dropping the older kids off at school, my two youngest and I were driving home when I noticed something interesting on the side of the road.

I pointed and said, "Look Q, it's a guy riding a recumbent bike."

Q looked over and said incredulously, "Why?"

First of course, I laughed. It wasn't what I thought he'd say, at all.
Then, we talked about the why because as it turned out, he was very interested in it. After I finished laughing he said again. "Why, mom? Why would someone want to ride a bike like that?"

I thought that maybe it was a back problem, or because he thought it looked cool or it was fun to ride.
I don't know, anyone know why recumbent bikes are cool?

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Time to make Dinner!

I'm not often home at dinner time these days. I'm often at work. So, tonight I am working on my attitude of gratitude. I am grateful to be the one preparing a warm meal for my family this evening. I am happy that I can hear their voices and direct their activities tonight. Two of them will soon be headed out to evening activities. This will be the best time of my day with them.

It is 5:46 p.m.
It is time to make dinner, and I am very happy to do it!

Life

Life involves passions, faiths, doubts and courage.

Josiah Royce

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Leave a message.

When I was waking my 13 year old son this morning, he proved to me - once again - that his sizzling wit will be a very important part of getting him through the "rough stuff".

"Time to wake up, T . . .Come on sweetie."
nudge nudge
"Seriously T . . . you need to . . ."

"T is not available right now. Please leave a message. Beeeeeeep." 
giggle giggle

I, of course was completely unable to resist it - I about fell on the floor belly laughing.

That was a great way to start the day.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Silly Mom.

I went to the grocery store yesterday, and guess what I forgot, again. Dishwasher detergent. The irony.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Detergent.

So, I had a sink full of dishes and I was out of dishwasher detergent. It's Thanksgiving and I'm not in the mood to find a place to sell me some, so I turned to the internet. I sorted through a bunch of recipes and found a number of ingredients that I had on hand.

Baking Soda
liquid dish soap
lemon juice

I put a nickel sized spot of the liquid detergent in each side of the dispenser. I added about a teaspoon of lemon juice to each side and then filled the rest of the cups up with baking soda. It was a grand experiment. When I shut the door and pushed start I had flashbacks of the Brady bunch episode where the kids put regular dish soap in the dishwasher and have suds pouring out into the kitchen. That didn't happen, however. I did two loads this way today - both of them came out with good results. In each load there was at least one dish or pan that wasn't completely clean, but that sometimes happens with regular detergent as well. I was very pleased. It stirred me a little bit to find other things I could replace with less expensive homemade concoctions. Why not? It also made me think a little about how mentally dependent I am as a consumer on the products I use. I was glad to break out of the box a bit and try something new - and especially happy that it turned out so well!

Monday, November 17, 2008

All Gummed Up.

The following will someday be part of a movie, I'm sure of it. Truth IS stranger than fiction after all. My son told me this story on the way home from my parents' house last night. I laughed so hard I thought I might need to pull off the road. Driving under the influence of laughter, not always a very safe proposition.

Last month, my Dad and two of my sons (ages 12 and 5) were up on my roof. There had recently been a torrential downpour which had caused some leaking. We only knew about it because there was moisture around a ceiling fan in our family room. This upset the 5 year old beyond words. (He is still quite concerned about it. More on that later.) For some reason, a few drops of water on the ceiling spelled certain destruction to him. (I can't, unfortunately, say that it spelled hunky dorry for me either but I hadn't thought of calling in the US Army Corps of Engineers yet.) The fan area is directly below an attic vent on the roof. All of us big people figured that was probably the source of the water and sure enough - it had been installed incorrectly. My Dad, being a very practical man and knowing that kids often learn best  through observation, had taken two of my boys up on the roof with him to watch. The third must have been away because otherwise I'm sure he'd have been up there, too. As my Dad was laying a bead of caulk around the attic vent, his gum got a little stale and he decided to toss it over his shoulder. Q, my five year old must have been uncharacteristically quiet up until that point. He let out a wail and everyone turned quickly to see what was the matter. (They were up on the roof, you know.)
There he was, frozen in time with my Dad's discarded gum right between between his eyes. He did not understand what everyone seemed to find so funny and he continued to wail until the situation was rectified - which I'm sure was not nearly soon enough for him.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Yearbook Yourself


I've been meaning to do this for a long time, so without further ado here is a 1952 me:















Me in 1966:






















How about 1968:




















Now 1972, looks a lot like 1966 don't you think? I like the hair better. Can't imagine doing that but hey. It worked for them.





















Fast forward to 1990, which is a lot like the hair when I gradutated form high school:





















In 1996, I was a new mom - but this works for me.






















Luckily for me, I like this best of all. I think I even like this better than my Senior Portraits. I like this girl - she's grown up now. She is happy. She has 5 beautiful children and loves being with them. She has a job, and is grateful for it. She's also very tired and needs to get to bed.