Sunday, August 26, 2012

Take a Look at Yourself, and then Make a Change

In case you don’t already know, my family and I have recently moved from Kansas City to Salt Lake City, Utah. As is often the case when one moves into a new ward (congregation), we were asked to speak in Sacrament Meeting. Lucky for me, I was assigned a subject that has been very important to me throughout my life. I decided that since I went to all the trouble of writing a talk, I would post it on my blog as well.

I happen to be a perfectionist and tend to be very critical of myself. I dwell on my weaknesses and downplay my strengths. I think this is a common problem for many LDS people.

Since nobody is perfect, we can assume that all of us have certain weaknesses that keep us from being as spiritually in tune as we would like to be. Many of us kneel each day and ask the Lord to help us overcome our weaknesses and imperfections.

In Mosiah 3:19 we read:

"For the natural man is an enemy to God, and has been from the fall of Adam, and will be, forever and ever, unless he yields to the enticings of the Holy Spirit, and putteth off the natural man and becometh a saint through the atonement of Christ the Lord."

Some of us might wonder where our weaknesses come from, and there are many possible sources. Some people might say that they are responsible for their own weaknesses. Others might say weaknesses come from heredity or environment. Some may blame the devil for their weaknesses. None of these theories are quite correct, however (Hartman Rector Jr., “From Weakness to Strength”, 1970).

We can find the Lord’s answer in one of my favorite scriptures, Ether 12:27:

“[I]f men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.”

The Lord gives us weaknesses so we will be humble. This makes us teachable. This does not mean that the Lord is responsible for sin, however; he is only responsible for our weaknesses. All men and women have weaknesses in one form or another, character traits that make us more subject to one particular temptation than another.

Giving us weaknesses is one of the Lord's ways of getting our attention. He says that weaknesses make us humble, but he also says that if we will come unto him and have faith in him, he will make our weaknesses into strengths. I know this is true. There are numerous examples in the scriptures that vividly illustrate this principle—Alma and the sons of Mosiah in the Book of Mormon, Peter and Paul in the Bible, just to name a few. Alma was going about tearing down the church until he met an angel who turned him around and made him one of the greatest missionaries we have any record of in the book of Mormon (Mosiah 27:8-11). Paul, or Saul, was out persecuting the saints when he met the Lord on the road to Damascus. After this experience, Paul became one of the greatest missionaries we have record of in the Bible (Acts 9:1-3). In his own words, he declared: "I can do all things through Christ which strengthened me."

We all have at least one weakness, but we need not despair; we don’t want to neglect it, but we don’t need to worry about it, either. Looking at our weaknesses can point out where the Lord expects us to excel. And we will excel, because the Lord will make us strong; our weakness will become the strongest part of our personality when we come unto the Lord in humility and exercise faith in him (Rector, 1970).

The difference between true humility and self-defeating feelings of inadequacy is the response to our situations. Upon recognizing our weaknesses, we have several courses we can take. One person might close themselves off from others because they feel that they are not as good as those around them. Another might feel jealous of people that they believe to be strong and capable. Personally, I am quite familiar with both these coping mechanisms. A better alternative is to turn to God and seek His strength. True humility, like that possessed by the Savior, is in our relationship with Our Father in Heaven, not in comparing our abilities with those of other human beings (Craig James Ostler, “Humility gives strength when weaknesses arise,” 2010).

Ether tells us that it is by the Lord’s grace that our weaknesses are made strong. Grace can be defined as a “divine means of help or strength, given through the bounteous mercy and love of Jesus Christ.” It is “an enabling power.” (Bible Dictionary, p. 697)

Because we have weaknesses, we sometimes go through difficult trials. Of course, some trials don’t come from our own weaknesses, but certainly some do. No matter their source, the Lord will help us with our trials in the same manner that he makes our weaknesses into strengths. Since members of the LDS church are taught to be self-reliant, sometimes we try to resolve life’s challenges ourselves, without seeking the intervention of the Lord. For whatever reason, we try to carry the burden alone. I know I have done this before, and I’m sure many of you have, as well.

Jesus taught that we pass through trials to refine us “in the furnace of affliction” (1 Ne. 20:10), and that we should not bear them unaided, but “in [the] Redeemer’s name” (D&C 138:13) (Gene R. Cook, “Receiving Divine Assistance through the Grace of the Lord,” 1993).

Even when we’re not experiencing grievous trials, life often feels like a great pile of obligations, frustrations, and disappointments. There are times when we are fearful, when the stress and busyness of life seem to overwhelm us, when we feel adrift from the Spirit. Perhaps we even feel as though we have been abandoned. But the Lord is there, always the same, His arms still outstretched (Kathleen H. Hughes, “Remembering the Lord’s Love,” 2006). He testifies, “Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee … Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands.” (1 Ne. 21:15–16) No matter how unworthy we may feel or how weak we may be, if we will do all we can, He will come to our aid and provide for us whatever we may lack.

Whether our faith is strong or weak; whether we are a man, a woman, or a child, the Lord’s assistance to us is not based just on what we know, how strong we are, or who we are, but more upon our giving all that we can give and doing all that we can do in our present circumstance. Once we have given all we can, the Lord, through His grace, will assist us (Cook, 1993).

The actions we must take are not difficult. Every Latter-day Saint knows what they are: sincere prayer that is specific and humble, quietly listening for the Lord’s answers; regular scripture study and time to ponder; and a willingness to be introspective about ourselves and to trust in the Lord’s promise that He will “make weak things become strong unto [us].” (Hughes, 2006)

We often feel inadequate and weak during the challenges of this life. We may ask ourselves questions such as: How can we find the right balance between family and work? How can we better serve in church callings? How can we overcome sins that so easily beset us? How can we overcome addictions, impatience, anger, and other frailties and temptations? All of these concerns have a common answer — we must humble ourselves before God and seek His guidance and strength (Ostler, 2010).

Because we have such human frailties, all of us need to change in one way or another. Some of us need to be more kind at home, less selfish, better listeners, and more considerate in the way we treat others. Some of us have habits that need to be changed, habits that harm us and others around us.

As I mentioned before, a dramatic change came to Saul when he was on his way to Damascus. Saul had been “breathing out threatenings and slaughter against the disciples of the Lord” (Acts 9:1). As he was on his way to Damascus, a light from heaven shone about him and he conversed with the Lord, Jesus Christ.



As a result of this experience he was baptized. He immediately began to preach “Christ in the synagogues, that he is the Son of God” (Acts 9:20). Saul, who later became known as Paul, experienced a change that was total, absolute, complete, and unwavering until his death.

The power to change is very real, and it is a great spiritual gift from God (James E. Faust, “The Power to Change,” 2007). There are some who feel, however, that unless they have an experience similar to Saul’s, they cannot change. They stand at the waters of baptism but do not enter. They wait at the threshold of testimony but cannot bring themselves to acknowledge the truth. Instead of taking small steps on the path to change, they want some dramatic event to compel them to change.

Let us not wait too long on our road to Damascus. Instead, let us courageously move forward in faith, hope, and charity, and we will be blessed with the light and help we are all seeking (Dieter F. Uchtdorf, “Waiting on the Road to Damascus,” 2011).

One time when I was struggling with a difficult trial and yearning for forgiveness, I went to the Liberty Jail in Missouri to pray and ponder. My goal was to stay there until I had a change of heart and was sure of the Lord’s love for me. I was disappointed when after an hour or so, I felt nothing special. On my way home, I drove over a small rise and suddenly, there before me was the Kansas City temple under construction.



Immediately, tears began to roll down my cheeks and I knew that God had not forgotten me and he would help me along my own personal road to true discipleship. It wasn’t a big thing; I didn’t see an angel or hear a voice. All I needed in that moment was the still, small voice letting me know I was loved.

Sometimes, in order to make changes in our lives, we must repent. Other times, repentance is not necessary. In either case, we do need the Lord. The grace of the Lord through the Atonement can both cleanse us of sin and assist us in improving ourselves through our trials, sicknesses, and character defects. We are both sanctified and justified through the grace of the Lord (D&C 20:30–31). Christ can repair flaws and failings that otherwise are not repairable (Cook, 1993).

Some of our weaknesses are small, though not insignificant to us. We might wish to be able to keep a cleaner house, for example. Other weaknesses may be quite profound and feel to us and those around us like a very heavy burden. A particular weakness that many of those I love have struggled with is addiction.

Addiction can be defined as “persistent compulsive use of a substance known by the user to be harmful.” (Merriam-Webster online dictionary) The term addiction can also be used to describe a recurring compulsion to engage in some specific activity, despite harmful consequences, as deemed by the user themselves, to their health, mental state, or social life. Habits and patterns associated with addiction are typically characterized by immediate gratification, or short-term reward, coupled with delayed negative effects, or long-term costs (Wikipedia, “Addiction”).

I feel that sometimes the word “addiction” gets thrown around too lightly. When this happens, I think it is insulting to people who struggle with real addiction. For example, at one point in my life, before I had children, I would play a video game (WoW) for two or three hours most weeknights, and much more on Saturdays. I wondered to myself if perhaps I were addicted to the game. I looked at my life and realized that my work performance was not suffering, my marriage was good, I was reading my scriptures, eating nutritious, homemade meals, keeping my house reasonably clean, and exercising nearly every day. I concluded that since the video game was not negatively affecting my daily life, I was not in fact, addicted to it. My point is that true addiction that has long-term costs is a serious problem that should not be taken lightly.

Some addictions can control us to the point where they do negatively affect our daily life, in part by taking away our God-given agency. One of Satan’s great tools is to find ways to control us. Consequently, we are advised to abstain from anything that would keep us from fulfilling the Lord’s purposes for us. When we lose some of our agency, the blessings of eternity may hang in jeopardy (Faust, 2007). My personal belief is that freedom from enslaving addictions is the main motivation behind the “don’ts” of the Word of Wisdom.

When we are thus afflicted by severe addictions, a complete change in lifestyle may be necessary. We must desire with all our hearts, minds, and strength to overcome these harmful addictions. We must be prepared to renounce totally and absolutely our participation in any of these addictive substances or practices (Faust, 2007).

I recently attended an addiction recovery meeting where a friend of mine was receiving her 12-months-sober chip. Several of the attendees got up in front of everyone to talk about how they were beating their addictions. I found it to be quite similar to an LDS testimony meeting, although with much courser language. I actually felt the Spirit in that room and my heart was filled with so much love for the people who were trying so hard to better themselves and recover from the illness that is addiction.

Some of you may be familiar with the twelve step program introduced by Alcoholics Anonymous. LDS Family Services has a similar twelve step program. I would like to go over the twelve steps of the LDS Addiction Recovery Program with you in case you are not already familiar with them and because I think they can be applied to any serious change we want to make within ourselves.

1. Honesty: Admit that you are powerless to overcome your addictions and that your life has become unmanageable.

2. Hope: Come to believe that the power of God can restore you to complete spiritual health.

3. Trust in God: Decide to turn your will and your life over to the care of God the Eternal Father and his Son, Jesus Christ.

4. Truth: Make a searching and fearless written moral inventory of yourself. As I stated earlier, we must be willing to be introspective about ourselves.

5. Confession: Admit to yourself, to your Heavenly Father in the name of Jesus Christ, to proper priesthood authority, and to another person the exact nature of your wrongs.

6. Change of Heart: Become entirely ready to have God remove all your character weaknesses.

7. Humility: Humbly ask Heavenly Father to remove your shortcomings.

8. Seeking Forgiveness: Make a written list of all persons you have harmed and become willing to make restitution to them.

9. Restitution and Reconciliation: Wherever possible, make direct restitution to all persons you have harmed.

10. Daily Accountability: Continue to take personal inventory, and when you are wrong promptly admit it.

11. Personal Revelation: Seek through prayer and meditation to know the Lord’s will and to have the power to carry it out.

12. Service: Having had a spiritual awakening as a result of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, share this message with others and practice these principles in all you do (LDS Family Services, Addiction Recovery Program, A Guide to Addiction Recovery and Healing, 2005)

Addiction is only one of a host of weaknesses and temptations that beset all of us on a daily basis. The twelve steps I have mentioned, while designed for overcoming addiction, can be a useful tool for changing our habits and overcoming our sins.

In conclusion, to be more like Christ, we need to be humble. The Lord gave us weakness to help us learn to be humble. Instead of letting our weaknesses drag us down to discouragement, we would be better served to look at our weaknesses as potential strengths, opportunities to better ourselves. With the Lord’s help, through his grace, and through the power of the Atonement, we can change. All he requires is that we do all that we can do and His grace will make up the difference. I truly believe that with God all things are possible.

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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

My Epic Poem

2:45 PM, phone call
House showing at 3:30 PM, Panic!
Still sweaty from Zumba
Bathe quickly, dress children
Scramble around tidying house
3:25 PM, off to the dog park
Can't find dog park...
Puppy panting, whining, and trying to climb on me while driving
Find park, unload car
Excited puppy, chases dog, knocks over son
CRASH!!
Son on ground, crying
Pick up son and comfort
Put son down--bloody forehead
Find drinking fountain, use own shirt to wipe up blood
Can't find sanitizing spray, do find band-aid
Stranger points out blood all over Mommy's face
Does he need stitches?
Attempt to take picture with phone; son still crying
Get picture after several tries and send to Daddy


Decide he does need stitches
4:15 PM, attempt to leave park--now son and daughter BOTH crying
Worst. Outing. Ever.
Load up car
Bug in back seat causes much whining and complaining
Drop puppy off at home
Drive to Urgent Care, frightened son
6:00 PM, two stitches, very brave little boy
Dinner at IHOP
Cinna-stack pancakes for Mommy, YUM!
"Mommy why is there chocolate on your ear?"
Funny how dried blood looks a lot like chocolate

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Falling in love again, never wanted to

It's 11:55 PM and I'm exhausted. But my heart is so full right now that I just have to put my thoughts and feelings down. Someone once told me that having a baby is like falling in love for the first time. My experience with having babies couldn't have been further from that despcription. Just now, however, as I snuggled into bed between my two four-and-a-half year old twins, I realized something. I fall in love with them a little bit more every singe day.


Let me back up and tell a little bit more about my story. When I was a teenager, I thought for sure that I'd have a big family. I wanted to have at least six children and I had all the names picked out. Shortly after getting married at the age of 20, however, I began to revise that idea. See, I have a problem conceiving of things that don't exist yet. The idea of bringing children into the world soon came to terrify me. In 2002, I decided that I should start thinking about having a baby even though the timing was terrible and I was afraid. Not long after that I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). Again, even though I was not too keen on the idea of actually creating a child, I felt that I should begin fertility treatments, albeit one small step at a time.  I had no idea how long it would actually take.

In 2006 I was working full-time as a statistician for a small company in Kansas City while my husband was just starting a medical residency in pediatrics. At first, I loved my job. After awhile, though, it started to drive me crazy for various reasons. I knew something had to change. Something was missing, but I was quite certain it wasn't children! Thankfully, my husband had a different idea. In the fall of 2006 I decided to quit my job and focus on getting pregnant. I was kind of hoping it would take several months so I could have some time to relax and prepare. Apparently, that was not in the cards... I got pregnant within one month.

I won't go into the gory details here, but my pregnancy was nothing short of horrific. I essentially spent the better part of eight months on bed rest and made at least three trips to the emergency room. I woke up every day feeling like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn't escape. In August of 2007, R & L were born just short of 36 weeks gestation. Compared to my pregnancy, the first six months of their lives was relatively smooth and easy. Then the postpartum depression set in. Let's just say that I will not look back fondly on the time span of 2008-2010.

I was bored, overwhelmed, and depressed. I tried going back to work, but that only made things worse. I started to question my faith and my reason for existence. All good Mormon girls grow up being told that the purpose of life is to become a wife and mother and raise a family. Well, I was there and I was absolutely miserable. Granted, I wasn't blissfully happy before having kids, but I at least had periods of happiness and fulfillment. I pulled away from my extended family and started making bad decisions. Finally, at the beginning of 2011, I "came to myself" and realized I needed to put my life back in order.

As a slight side-note, I have to give credit where it's due. Zumba® Fitness changed my life. I got licensed to teach Zumba in 2010 and I finally had a reason to get up in the morning! It still took some time, however, to get everything figured out.

Tonight, my husband is working. Whenever he works all night, my kids like to sleep in my bed with me. So, after an exhausting day, I climbed into bed between the two and them, snuggled up and tried to sleep. L curled her little body right up to mine and I could smell her hair and hear her breathe. I started to say my nighttime prayers when it hit me. THIS is happiness. THIS is why I went through everything I went through. These little people bring me joy and happiness every single day and (I hope) will continue to do so for the rest of my life. THIS is what I was missing back in 2006!

So, here I am. No, my life isn't perfect. I'm actually under insane amounts of stress right now trying to sell my house, raise two active preschoolers, and teach 10 Zumba classes per week. But, every single day R & L amaze me. They make me laugh all day long. They also make me want to yell quite frequently, but there has to be opposition in all things, right? L loves to color and build castles out of legos. She is constantly asking me what different words mean and why things are the way they are. I get a kick out of trying to answer her many questions on a level she can understand. R loves video games and cars. He also loves Zumba music. He cracks me up as we drive in the car and he tries to sing the Spanish lyrics. THIS is what it means to get fulfillment out of life.

Yesterday a friend and I were talking about life's bumps and bruises and the purpose of it all. An analogy that was given at the recent General Conference of the LDS Church came to mind. I would like to share it:

"I was living up in Canada. I had purchased a farm. It was run-down. I went out one morning and saw a currant bush. It had grown up over six feet high. It was going all to wood. There were no blossoms and no currants. I was raised on a fruit farm in Salt Lake before we went to Canada, and I knew what ought to happen to that currant bush. So I got some pruning shears and went after it, and I cut it down, and pruned it, and clipped it back until there was nothing left but a little clump of stumps. It was just coming daylight, and I thought I saw on top of each of these little stumps what appeared to be a tear, and I thought the currant bush was crying. I was kind of simpleminded (and I haven’t entirely gotten over it), and I looked at it, and smiled, and said, 'What are you crying about?' You know, I thought I heard that currant bush talk. And I thought I heard it say this: 'How could you do this to me? I was making such wonderful growth. I was almost as big as the shade tree and the fruit tree that are inside the fence, and now you have cut me down. Every plant in the garden will look down on me, because I didn’t make what I should have made. How could you do this to me? I thought you were the gardener here.' [OK, I've seriously had thoughts like this.] That’s what I thought I heard the currant bush say, and I thought it so much that I answered. I said, 'Look, little currant bush, I am the gardener here, and I know what I want you to be. I didn’t intend you to be a fruit tree or a shade tree. I want you to be a currant bush, and some day, little currant bush, when you are laden with fruit, you are going to say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for loving me enough to cut me down, for caring enough about me to hurt me. Thank you, Mr. Gardener.’”



And so, in the middle of my prayer tonight I said to God, "Thank you, Heavenly Father, for loving me enough to cut me down, for caring enough about me to hurt me." It may have seemed obvious to everybody but me, but God didn't put me through all of this because he doesn't love me or wanted to punish me or because my church is old-fashioned and out-of-touch. He did it because he knows me better than I know myself and he KNEW that this day would come.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

OK, so it's been awhile since I blogged about anything. I actually had a list in my mind of what I wanted to write about, but things got kind of crazy, as they always do. One of the things I wanted to write about was how much I love being a mother and how much my kids amaze me every day. It seems, however, that whenever things in our lives become comfortable, something changes.

I still love being a mother... at times. Lately, though, my kids have been driving me CRAZY!!! I don't want to rant about it, but suffice it to say that some days I hear the word "Mom" so many times that I'm tempted to change my name. "Mom, I want something else to eat," "Mommy, the game!!!" "Mom, I want to play MarioKart," "Mom, can we go swimming?" "Hey, mom!" "Mom, I want to watch TV," "Mommy, I need your help," "Mommy the dog is biting me!!" "Mom, [R] pushed me!" "Mom, I don't like her smell," (referring to the puppy). Don't even get me started on the whining. Oh, the whining! OK, that's enough of that.

As if the whiny kids weren't enough, we decided to get a new puppy. We love her to death, but caring for her just adds one more layer of stress to my life and one more "person" who needs something from me at the most inconvenient times. That said, she is super cute and seems very smart. Our biggest problem with her is she is very mouthy when she plays (she's a puppy, duh) and nips at the kids frequently. The cats aren't too thrilled with her presence, but they're slowly getting used to each other. The puppy is an English Springer Spaniel and we named her Maggie. Actually, the breeder named her Maggie and we liked the name so much, we decided to keep it. It fits her well, don't you think?



Finally, on a mostly unrelated note, I want to say how grateful I am for people who love unconditionally. I am so thankful for the Atonement of my Savior that will allow me to be together with my family for eternity, despite my mistakes.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Fathering is not for the Weak, Either

On Father's Day I find myself thinking about all the fathers in my life. I decided to write a (not so) short tribute to each of them.

My Father
My earliest memories of my dad involve goofing around and lots of laughter. He worked hard, but he also knew how to have fun with his kids. He was and is the ultimate handyman. If something needed to be done around the house, he did it himself. If one of my toys broke, I could count on my dad to figure out how to fix it. He bought us our first computer sometime in the late 80's and has been a techie ever since.

My dad is a foodie. He always knows the best restaurants in town. If you take him to a restaurant that's not up to his standard, in fact, you'll never hear the end of it! I'm fairly certain I inherited my love of gourmet cooking from him. At his house, it was always important that the family sit down together at mealtime. He even insisted the three of us kids sit together and have our cereal in the morning after he had left for work.

I inherited my analytical mind from my dad (not that my mom's a dummy!). Although I took far more advanced math classes than he did in college, it's his critical thinking skills, and his determination that I credit with my academic success. I didn't, however, inherit his excellent writing skills. We spent many hours on the phone together when I was in college so he could help me refine my history essays.

My dad can also take some credit for helping me meet the wonderful man that I married. He served an LDS mission in Paris in the 1970's. Growing up, he always taught me songs and phrases in French. I fell in love with the language and ended up minoring in French in college. About twenty years later, C served a mission in Belgium and France. I was in an advanced French grammar class at BYU when I met a caring, funny, open-minded francophile that I just couldn't get out of my mind. More on him later.

My dad is a survivor. In 2006, at the age of 53, he was diagnosed with stage 4 gastric cancer. The 5-year survival rate of stomach cancer diagnosed at this stage is 5%. Against such odds, I'm not sure I'd be willing to put up a fight. Thankfully, he had more courage than I. After several debilitating rounds of chemotherapy, his cancer went into remission. Several months later, it came back. We weren't sure he would live to see his first grandchildren. In 2009 (I think--I'm sure he'll correct me if I'm wrong), he had all of his esophagus and most of his stomach removed. As of his last PET scan, he is still cancer free. My father is a loving, intelligent, amazing man, and my children and I are truly blessed to have him as a part of our lives.

My Stepfather
My mom married my stepfather in 1991 (again, I'm fuzzy on the exact date). It was the summer that I turned 13. Although he entered my life much later than most fathers, I couldn't love him any more if he had been there from the beginning. My stepdad is one of the kindest, most sincere, and most patient men I have ever met. Throughout my teenage years, I only remember him raising his voice once, and even then it was barely louder than his normal speaking voice. Also, I was being a complete brat at the time.

My stepdad is extremely intelligent. He is the doctor that all other doctors refer their tough patients to. He can correctly diagnose problems over the phone that would stump nearly everyone else. His memory is incredible. He has a successful (and closed) medical practice, yet he still sees many of his patients for free. My stepdad definitely taught me to be generous. He selflessly gives of his time (which is very limited) and his substance. He cares for his friends as if they were his family. He also helped me learn the importance of showing gratitude.

If I ever had a problem growing up and needed an out-of-the-box solution, my stepfather is the one I would turn to. He is an amazing listener and a great problem-solver. When I thought I knew all my options and couldn't figure out what to do, he would come up with two or three solutions that I never would have come up with on my own. That is a skill that I hope one day to emulate.

My Father-in-Law
I met my father-in-law after I'd been on 3-4 dates with C. He was the president of a large inner-city stake in Salt Lake City at the time. Despite his busy schedule he always made time to sit and talk with me whenever I visited. I always felt like he was genuinely interested in the things I had to say. It became clear right away that family was his absolute top priority.

Throughout his life, my father-in-law has had to make many sacrifices, both for the church and for his family. I've heard stories of him walking around in shoes with holes in them, so he could afford to buy his wife nice clothes. I've never met a more closely-knit family than my husband's. My father-in-law is a fantastic grandfather. Recently, he took care of my 2 1/2-year-old niece and her 6-month-old brother--by himself, late into the night. I doubt there are many grandfathers out there that would even dare attempt such a feat. I think he's the only one of my children's grandfathers that has actually changed their diapers.

My children are indeed lucky to have three such incredible grandfathers.

The Father of My Children
Last but not least, I must pay tribute to my wonderful husband. A more natural father, I have never encountered. We met in the fall of 1997. He sat behind me in my French class. When we had to pass our homework forward, he often put his paper on my head. He's goofy like that. The first thing I noticed about him was the interest he took in my life, and not in a creepy stalker way. That and his endearing, crooked smile. If I mentioned that I had a dance performance coming up, for example, the next time I saw him he would ask me how it went.

Since we sat near each other, we teamed up on a lot of writing projects. We were assigned to trade papers and double-check the grammar. Although he spent two years speaking French, I think I still got a better grade in the class. When we would meet to work on our homework, we'd finish in about 30 minutes, then spend the next 2 hours talking. It didn't take me long to realize that we were of the same mind on a lot of different issues that young Mormon singles face.

We went on our first date in December 1997. By mid-January, I was in love and certain we would get married. We went to a friend's wedding reception at the end of January and it got us talking marriage. We were officially engaged February 13, 1998 (a Friday) and married August 15, 1998. He was 22 and I had been 20 for a whole 9 days. We were young. We were so incredibly young and naive. Marrying C at that time in my life was the best decision I have ever made.

Our journey to parenthood was long and painful. I'll talk about that more in another post. He has stood by me through mental health problems, medical problems, financial problems, spiritual problems, and all the normal ups and downs that life brings.

As I said, C is the most natural father you can imagine. Since he's a pediatrician, this is not all that surprising. When the twins were first born, I actually felt like he was the mother and I was the father! When the kids were about 8 weeks old, I started taking ballroom dance lessons once a week. People were always so amazed when I told them I had infant twins and that their dad had no problem watching them. As parents, he and I are essentially interchangeable. If I needed to leave town for a week, I wouldn't have to give him a single instruction. When he has to work a 30-hour shift, the kids ask me at least once every few hours when Daddy is coming home.

Just like my father, stepfather, and father-in-law, my husband is extremely smart. He majored in microbiology and minored in chemistry. To earn money during college, he worked as a computer programmer. He was the only non-computer-science-major in the programming department. I have yet to meet a computer problem that he cannot solve. He builds computers, upgrades laptops, designs and maintains web pages, and provides tech support for everyone in the extended family.

My husband is also one of the nicest people you could ever meet. Everybody loves him. He is an incredible doctor with a fantastic bedside manner. He can solve difficult medical puzzles just as well as he can counsel a grieving family. In a year, he will be finished with his fellowship and will finally be able to begin his career. The future looks very bright.

In addition to being a great father and doctor, C is a great help around the house. He cooks, cleans, does laundry, takes care of the cats, and does all the gardening. Just like my dad, he is a serious handyman. Since we bought our house, he's pulled down wallpaper, completely repainted four rooms (including the ceilings of two of them), wired our basement for surround sound, set up our wireless router and internet, replaced showerheads and faucets, replaced our disposal, and several other things that I can't bring to mind at the moment.

C is also an avid photographer. I didn't actually realize this until he bought his first digital camera in 2002. We have more pictures of our children than you can possibly imagine. He also does amazing artistic photos that have won several art contests. Here is an example of one of my favorite photos of his.

 
I feel so fortunate to be married to such a smart, kind, loving, brilliant, artistic, amazing man.

To celebrate his special day, we went out to a Brazilian steakhouse for dinner last night and then went to see the latest X-Men movie (which was amazing, by the way). Then today for brunch, I made raspberry cheesecake-stuffed French toast and bacon. I'm certainly no photographer, but here is a picture of our yummy brunch:

 Happy Father's Day to all the men in my life! Now I need to stop writing and actually give them a call.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

Amidst a childhood obesity epidemic, I find myself with an anorexic child. OK, he's not really anorexic, but the kid doesn't like to eat. At his last doctor appointment, he was down to 27 lbs from a previous 30. Granted, he was at the doctor because he had walking pneumonia and hadn't eaten much in the past few days, but he lost 10% of his body weight! While in the hospital (with the pneumonia) the nutritionist called us to see if we needed any advice since R had fallen off the growth curve. He used to be between the 5th and 10th percentile, and now he's below the 5th percentile, I guess.

When the twins were babies, I used to make babyfood from scratch. I like to cook and we had a really nice blender. It was actually really fun. I loved to see the look on their faces when I gave them a new food, like pureed asparagus, for example. Once they got older, though, R just got picky. Part of his problem is that he doesn't like to get dirty (an affliction L definitely doesn't share). It took him a long time to learn to use a spoon proficiently because he was too worried about spilling on himself or getting his hands dirty. This morning, I had to cut up an ice cream bar and feed it to him myself, because he couldn't pick the thing up without making a mess.

Not only is he reluctant to try new foods, but he also refuses to eat foods he likes sometimes. For the past few months, I've been skipping lunch entirely because I was sick of trying to force him to eat something. Now that he's lost weight, though, I guess I'll have to keep fighting that battle. Here's an example of what I would ideally like to feed my kids:

Breakfast
Whole-grain oatmeal w/ brown sugar and whole milk
1/2 a banana
Whole milk

Snack
Apple slices
String cheese

Lunch
Low-fat yogurt (naturally sweetened)
Carrot sticks
Whole-grain crackers
Whole milk

Snack
Whole-grain toast w/ butter
Whole milk

Dinner
Whatever we're eating, including lean protein and vegetables
Whole milk

Instead a typical day looks more like:

Breakfast
Dry Alpha-Bits eaten while playing computer or watching TV
Whole milk

Snack
Fruit snacks (may as well be candy)

Lunch
1-2 graham crackers
Whole milk

Snack
none

Dinner
Frozen Mac & Cheese
Whole Milk
Cookie

The above would actually be a pretty successful food day for him. Some days he eats nothing more than a yogurt and a fruit roll-up before dinner. I find myself breaking all the rules. L is a much better eater than R, but she's still very small. According to the AAP children should have no more than 4 oz. or juice per day. I let them have as much juice as they want. According to my hubby, most kids switch to low-fat milk between the ages of 3 and 4. Mine still drink nothing but whole (unless I run out). When the kids were babies, I was determined to allow them only small amounts of sugar each day, as a treat. Now, if they want ice cream for breakfast, they get ice cream for breakfast! Anything to put some weight on the little runts.

Hopefully, these crazy eating habits will get better as they get older and by the time they're teenagers, they will eat a balanced diet of whole grains, lean proteins, and lots of fruit and veggies. One can only hope....

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Benda-what? Benda-who?

This week, my kids came down with yet another mystery illness. R started to feel warm and on Wednesday and then he started coughing. Pretty soon he was asking for his "breathing medicine." He has a touch of asthma (nothing near as severe as what I have, thankfully) and although his inhaler used to make him scream as a baby, now he realizes that it makes him feel better and he frequently asks for it when he's sick.

The next day, L started to feel sick and get feverish. By dinnertime she had projectile-vomited all over our white carpet. Fun stuff. The weird thing about this illness is they seem to get better and worse in waves. Sometimes they act perfectly fine and then later they're lying on the couch moaning and asking to snuggle.

So it's been an exciting few days of snuggling, napping, cleaning up vomit, and doing at-home activities. Despite being sick, one of L's favorite things to do is play in the backyard (in the 100-degree heat index weather) in the kiddie pool. After the adventure of inflating the crummy one the other day only to have the holes I put in it the first day we opened it up start leaking, I ordered a non-inflatable one on Amazon. I was amazed by how much water it holds!


The thing took at least 15 minutes to fill by hose and you have to watch the sides carefully, because they don't really stand up until it's over half-full. Once it was full, L played in it for about 5 minutes and was done. R didn't even stay interested long enough for it to fill up. Preschoolers are so fickle! I'm planning to leave it filled as long as possible and just skim off the bugs and leaves.

Another of L's favorite activities is playing with Bendaroos. Actually, she likes to watch me play with the Bendaroos. Thankfully, I find the activity rather fun, if sometimes aggravating. Those things don't stick like they appear to in the commercials. Even as I type this she is begging me to make more. Here is my lovely collection of sculptures (so far):


In case you can't tell, that's (from left to right) an alligator, elephant, starfish, ice cream sundae, penguin, watermelon slice, clown fish (like Nemo), pumpkin, giraffe, lion, cheeseburger, panda, and seal. I'm especially proud of the ice cream sundae. I spent at least 2 hours on that one. Of course, that's mainly because the included instructions called for a fancy vase-like bowl that kept coming apart. Eventually, I scrapped it and created my own bowl using foil inside to wrap the Bendaroos around. L was so patient while I worked. At one point, though, she fell asleep at my feet.



The final activity L has been participating in a lot is finger painting... with food. Though her dad and I aren't thrilled with the mess it makes, I hate to stifle her creativity.


Hopefully, we'll be out of sickie-land soon without a mommy or daddy casualty. OK, I guess it's time to work on my Bendaroo shark!