Later, when Ron got home, I was reading when I thought I heard him come up the stairs. He headed straight in to the kitchen. Immediately, I heard him digging in to the jar of candy corn and jelly beans I had picked up at the Bulk Barn in the afternoon- I don't know how he knew it was there- I think he could smell the fresh sugar from the driveway!
This is a record of the mundane and not so mundane daily happenings that color my life on Gabriola Island.
A few family moments from yesterday. . .
We had the missionaries from our church drop in last evening to share a message with us- that means they do a short scripture study session with us. As they begin the lesson, there is always the question "do you mind if we have a prayer" posed. Our family's standard response is, "We don't pray in this house unless it's Sunday." This is a standard joke and has become an automatic response when the missionaries ask us to pray with them. We actually like family prayer and understand its importance, but we just never seem to pull it off on a regular basis for one reason or another. Last night there was a visiting missionary who was unaware of our standard answer, in fact he had even been "primed" by his companion by being told there was a family that objected to prayer in their home. When the standard question was presented and was met with the standard answer, the poor visiting missionary wasn't quite sure what to say or do. He had that "deer in the headlights" look when we told him we were "Sunday Saints" and didn't pray on any other day. I think we had him just about convinced that we were serious when his companion started laughing- I hope he will forgive us for having a good chuckle at his expense some day- and yes- we did pray with them- TWICE! Too bad Ron was still at work and missed it!
Later, when Ron got home, I was reading when I thought I heard him come up the stairs. He headed straight in to the kitchen. Immediately, I heard him digging in to the jar of candy corn and jelly beans I had picked up at the Bulk Barn in the afternoon- I don't know how he knew it was there- I think he could smell the fresh sugar from the driveway!
I got the bread made, and laundry started for today and am currently avoiding the quilting-part of a quilt I made last week- I had better get back to it, because I already have plans for a new quilt top floating around in my head, begging for release. . .and I only have 3 hours before chauffeur duties resume for today.
Later, when Ron got home, I was reading when I thought I heard him come up the stairs. He headed straight in to the kitchen. Immediately, I heard him digging in to the jar of candy corn and jelly beans I had picked up at the Bulk Barn in the afternoon- I don't know how he knew it was there- I think he could smell the fresh sugar from the driveway!
Oh, baby, baby. . .
There has been a spate of new babies and pregnancies in our ward
lately. Tonight I attended the second double baby shower, with a third one coming up next month.
I have been busy with the sewing machine and have made 8 of these"eye spy" rag quilts so far. They have flannelette backs and 35 unique prints on the fronts. Each quilt is just a little different from the others.
Tonight's baby shower was also combined with a wedding shower, so I made these "nifty" quilted pot holders too. They went with a stock pot, chili seasonings, beans and canned tomatoes. Can you tell, the bride likes the color red? (Thank you to my lovely hand model, Dax)
The gifts were well received, I got some bread baked and laundry (mostly) handled today and I feel a bit of a reprieve for the moment. The weather is spectacular and I am planning to get out and play a little in it the next couple of days. There are still plenty of things that need doing around here, but I guess they have waited this long, they can wait another week or so. I may head over to the estuary with the sketch pad and paints tomorrow and actually put something on paper. Ron and I actually have a tee time booked for Friday (Even if we have to dig into the change jar this will happen!!!) We haven't had our clubs out in so long, I hope I remember how it works!
I will try to get some photos and get back into the swing of blogging again-
John Bytheway in Victoria
We were able to attend a fireside at the Victoria stake center last night featuring John Bytheway. It was AWESOME! The topic was "Stand ye in Holy Places" and was really supposed to be directed at the youth. Brother Bytheway is such a good speaker, even if it is something you have heard before, he delivers the message with such good humor and makes it so relate-able that it is almost like hearing things for the first time. We have several Bytheway CD's and books and they are great for long road trips.
There is a Sample of John Bytheway here.
He talked about the importance of standing for what we know to be right, no matter what others around us may be doing. He then used an old Candid Camera clip to illustrate the power of peer pressure. HERE
I am only sorry that Adam was not able to be with us to see it, but hopefully, there will be another chance for Adam to see Brother Bytheway next year.
There is a Sample of John Bytheway here.
He talked about the importance of standing for what we know to be right, no matter what others around us may be doing. He then used an old Candid Camera clip to illustrate the power of peer pressure. HERE
I am only sorry that Adam was not able to be with us to see it, but hopefully, there will be another chance for Adam to see Brother Bytheway next year.
My Sacrament meeting talk from this morning. . .
I was assigned to give a talk at church this morning and here is the text from it.
We all face times of trial and hardship in
our lives. Like many of you, our family and the individuals in it have faced their
share of personal trails. Sometimes I watch the situation develop over some
time; as I watch and react it seems things continue to degrade. It also looks
inevitable that things will get worse before they improve. I do not know how
much worse that things will get before the expected improvement, and sometimes
the situation has appeared nearly hopeless to me. Recently, I have noticed a
slight change in my personal prayers. I used to pray that the burden be lifted,
fixed, removed or erased somehow. . . Lately, I have instead been asking for
peace while our family faces this particular set of circumstances. The answer
to this latest version of my prayers came in the form of a phone call from Brother
Price on Monday evening- Quote "Maggie could you give a talk this Sunday
about Finding Joy Through Gospel Living. Maybe you could use the Beautiful
Mornings talk from last conference.
As an aside-
I actually remember listening to this talk during conference and getting that
earworm. . .I mean. . .song. . . stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
So here
goes. . .
Elder Bruce D. Porter’s talk, Beautiful Mornings, begins with
the story of the last supper. He states-
“On a Thursday evening in Jerusalem, Jesus met with His
disciples in an upper room to observe Passover. The men who joined Him did not
know that this meal would someday be called the Last Supper. Had they known
this and what it meant, they would have wept.
Their
Master, however, perfectly understood that the ordeal of Gethsemane and of
Golgotha would shortly begin. The darkest hours in the history of the world
were imminent; nevertheless, Jesus said to them, “In the world ye shall have
tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world”
Elder Porter
goes on to say-
“Brothers
and sisters, we need not fear the future, nor falter in hope and good cheer,
because God is with us. Among the first recorded words of counsel that Jesus
gave to His newly called disciples in Galilee was the two-word admonition,
“Fear not” (Luke 5:10). He
repeated that counsel many times during His ministry. To His Saints in our day,
the Savior has said, “Be of good cheer, and do not fear, for I the Lord am with
you, and will stand by you” (D&C 68:6).
Every one of
us, and our families, can be armed with the power of God as a defense if we
will but remain true to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and let
the Spirit be our guide. Trials may come, and we may not understand everything
that happens to us or around us. But if we humbly, quietly trust in the Lord,
He will give us strength and guidance in every challenge we face. When our only
desire is to please Him, we will be blessed with a deep inner peace.”
Then Elder
Porter relates a story about his time as a student at BYU. He tells us-
“When I was
a student at Brigham Young University, I lived in a house with several young
men. My roommate, Bruce, was the most optimistic person I have ever known. We
never once heard him say anything negative about any person or any
circumstance, and it was impossible not to feel buoyed up in his presence. His
good cheer flowed from an abiding trust in the Savior and in His gospel.
One cold,
wintry day, another friend of mine, Tom, was walking across the university
campus. It was only 7:00 in the morning, and the campus was deserted and dark.
Heavy snow was falling, with a brisk wind. “What miserable weather,” Tom
thought. He walked farther, and out in the darkness and snow, he heard someone
singing.
Sure enough,
through the driving snow came our ever-optimistic friend, Bruce. With his arms
outstretched to the sky, he was singing a number from the Broadway musical Oklahoma:
“Oh, what a beautiful morning! Oh, what a beautiful day! I’ve got a beautiful
feeling, everything’s going my way” (see Richard Rodgers and Oscar
Hammerstein II, “Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin’” [1943]).”
It would be
awesome to have the gift of such faith and optimism. I understand WHAT is being said, I just am
not quite sure how to put the words into action for myself. Unfortunately, I
tend to be a bit of a pragmatist, and I may be even a little cynical at times. I personally find I need more concrete,
“cookbook-type” steps help me to get started in the right direction.
I located a
talk from 1996 by Elder Richard G Scott called “Finding Joy in Life” that gives
us a few practical ideas and steps we can take to be more cheerful, joyful or
optimistic.
Elder Scott
asks- “Do you take time to discover each day how beautiful your life can be?
How long has it been since you watched the sun set? The departing rays kissing
the clouds, trees, hills, and lowlands good night, sometimes tranquilly,
sometimes with exuberant bursts of color and form. What of the wonder of a
cloudless night when the Lord unveils the marvels of His heavens—the twinkling
stars, the moonlight rays—to ignite our imagination with His greatness and
glory? How captivating to watch a seed planted in fertile soil germinate,
gather strength, and send forth a tiny, seemingly insignificant sprout.
Patiently it begins to grow and develop its own character led by the genetic
code the Lord has provided to guide its development. With care it surely will
become what it is destined to be: a lily, crowned with grace and beauty; a
fragrant spearmint plant; a peach; an avocado; or a beautiful blossom with unique
delicacy, hue, and fragrance. When last did you observe a tiny rosebud form?
Each day it develops new and impressive character, more promise of beauty until
it becomes a majestic rose. You are one of the noblest of God’s creations. His
intent is that your life be gloriously beautiful regardless of your
circumstances. As you are grateful and obedient, you can become all that God
intends you to be.”
Elder Scott
then reminds us that-
We “are here
on earth for a divine purpose. It is not to be endlessly entertained or to be
constantly in full pursuit of pleasure. . . .You are here to be tried, to prove
yourself so that you can receive the additional blessings God has for you. If
you question everything you are asked to do, or dig in your heels at every
unpleasant challenge, you make it harder for the Lord to bless you.”
-As a master
at digging in my heels, in hindsight, many times I can see how I have made
things harder than they needed to be.
Elder Scott also gives a little lesson in perspective that I have yet to
learn . . .though, I AM working on it.
He says-
“A pebble
held close to the eye appears to be a gigantic obstacle. Cast on the ground, it
is seen in perspective. Likewise, problems or trials in our lives need to be
viewed in the perspective of scriptural doctrine. Otherwise they can easily
overtake our vision, absorb our energy, and deprive us of the joy and beauty
the Lord intends us to receive here on earth. Some people are like rocks thrown
into a sea of problems. They are drowned by them. Be a cork. When submerged in
a problem, fight to be free to bob up to serve again with happiness.”
Now here
comes Elder Scott’s practical advice and a few concrete ideas for us to put
into practice. First he reminds us-
“Simple,
rejuvenating experiences surround us. They can be safety valves to keep the
tension down and the spirit up. Don’t concentrate on what you don’t have or
have lost. The Lord promised the obedient to share all that He possesses with
them. You may temporarily lack here, but in the next life, if you prove
yourself worthy by living valiantly, a fulness will be your blessing.”
Next, Elder
Scott suggests we-
“Attempt to
be creative for the joy it brings. Select something like music, (art,) dance,
sculpture, or poetry. Being creative will help you enjoy life. It engenders a
spirit of gratitude. It develops latent talent, sharpens your capacity to
reason, to act, and to find purpose in life. It dispels loneliness and
heartache. It gives a renewal, a spark of enthusiasm, and zest for life.
Willing
service to others is a key to enduring happiness. President Kimball said: “God
does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another
mortal that he meets our needs. Therefore, it is vital that we serve each
other.”
Finally, Elder Scott advises us to-
“Make a list of things you can do for happiness,
such as:
·
Ponder
the scriptures to understand the plan of happiness.
·
Pray
with faith in Jesus Christ.
·
Love
and serve others.
·
Receive
the temple ordinances. Return to bless others.
·
Listen
to the prophet and obey his counsel.
·
Be
grateful for what you have.
·
Smile
more.
Your personal list will provide (your) keys
to contentment and joy.”
John Bytheway mentioned the importance
of the Temple last night at the fireside we attended. He reminded us that though we may not remember
those individuals we do the work for, they will remember us and be eternally
grateful for it. He also mentioned the
more time we spend in the temple, the more the temple is in us, and can provide
us with that sense of peace and joy we strive for.
I know “this too shall pass”, and I continue
to pray that I handle this current crisis and the ones that lie ahead with
grace and peace; not only for myself, but also as an example for my family and
friends. Maybe through me, someone else
may be led to the peace available to everyone by following the example of Christ,
and through Gospel living. I know that
Christ lives and loves us, that our Heavenly Father has our best interests at
heart and also that I need to get better at trusting them. I say these things in Jesus’ name- Amen.
Trek 2013
This week was humbling to both Ron and I in several ways. . . We were given the opportunity to participate as "Ma & Pa" in our stake's pioneer trek this time. We have never been given this opportunity before and really looked forward to it. Then came the challenges- We both got really sick this winter and did not have the opportunity to prepare physically as much as we wanted - Ron just cleared his pneumonia about 2 weeks ago after a couple of months and two rounds of antibiotics. Getting the girls to EFY in California and back after school let out and doing all the sewing put me in a bit of a time crunch- I was literally sewing buttons on clothing in the car on the way down to Trek.
The family we came in the car with started out nice and clean!
This is the family we were assigned. We had 11 really awesome children ranging in age from 12-18. The kids decided we should go by the family name of "Baggins". The name Potter was suggested at first but there were some who were vehemently opposed to that moniker.
After a steamy bus ride to the middle of nowhere that no one will soon forget, we hit the HOT and dusty trail.
After about 7 miles on the trail we camped in the "gravel pit" on the first night. There was a nice river near here where most of us cooled our aching, and in many cases, already blistered feet.
The 3rd day was a "rest" day. There was plenty going on though- games,
competitions, family relay races, the pony express delivering mail from
home, testimony meeting, a hoedown, and a sing along. Kaili was kept pretty busy bandaging blisters and attending to minor
wounds and ills, so unfortunately, I didn't really catch her on film. Ron and I were both hurtin' units at this point, so we didn't really
participate in the more strenuous activities.
There was great food provided in massive quantities throughout and I'm sure the pioneers never ate the way we did. Ron and I were both disappointed in our personal physical readiness, and it is humbling to realize I just can't do the same things at 51 that I did at 40, but the whole experience was one I would love to have another crack at. We really hope we are asked to do it again. . . once the blisters on our feet heal and we catch a few more winks!!! Even the young, resilient ones were "plumb tuckered out" on the way home.
The family we came in the car with started out nice and clean!
This is the family we were assigned. We had 11 really awesome children ranging in age from 12-18. The kids decided we should go by the family name of "Baggins". The name Potter was suggested at first but there were some who were vehemently opposed to that moniker.
After a steamy bus ride to the middle of nowhere that no one will soon forget, we hit the HOT and dusty trail.
After about 7 miles on the trail we camped in the "gravel pit" on the first night. There was a nice river near here where most of us cooled our aching, and in many cases, already blistered feet.
The second day in addition to the hot and dusty, we had several other "interesting" terrain challenges and a couple of creek crossings to make. It was quite warm again and we covered about 9 miles on this day. We ended at the VanHorne Farm where there was plenty of shade and "breath-taking" showers. These showers were AWESOME, if a bit chilly!
The final day Ron and I had some stand-ins make the final 7 miles with our family while we stayed behind and helped to clean up and dismantle the camp facilities. We met up with everyone once again at the steam train for the last leg of the journey in to Port Alberni where the train blocked the road and let us off just up from the chapel.
There was great food provided in massive quantities throughout and I'm sure the pioneers never ate the way we did. Ron and I were both disappointed in our personal physical readiness, and it is humbling to realize I just can't do the same things at 51 that I did at 40, but the whole experience was one I would love to have another crack at. We really hope we are asked to do it again. . . once the blisters on our feet heal and we catch a few more winks!!! Even the young, resilient ones were "plumb tuckered out" on the way home.
Old news. . .
As you can see, I haven't made the time to post here in awhile. Here are a few of the highlights (and some of the lowlights too)
Elizabeth made the principal's honor roll this year- Yay!
After a short tenure, I was released from my calling as the Young Women's President in our ward.
The Wednesday after the girls finished school for the year, the three of us embarked on a bit of a whirlwind journey South. We stopped by Coombs to visit the "goats on a roof" store
then spent the night with Ron's folks in Shawnigan Lake.
Thursday morning we caught the ferry from Victoria to Port Angeles. We had to make the run through Forks for the requisite photo and some souvenir shopping.
Sunday we got to see some old friends at church and rest. Monday, Mom and I delivered the girls to UCSB for EFY.
EFY= Especially For Youth which is basically a week of workshops, socializing, and fun put on by BYU for the youth of our church.
While the girls attended EFY, I laid low and hid from the horrendous (105+) heat at my mom's. I did get some sewing for our upcoming pioneer trek finished, took a friend to lunch, visited my aunt, saw one of my brothers and his family, and did a bit of grocery shopping. Mostly I just relaxed. The nights and early mornings were very pleasant, sleeping under the million stars and being serenaded by the frogs and crickets.
Saturday morning Mom and I left at 5 am to pick up the girls.
We stopped in Solvang ( a Danish style village) to have danish pancakes, to buy pastries and to visit the shops there. Kaili was especially drawn to the sock store. We also stopped in for a quick visit with Aunt Doris on our way back to Paso.
We had the entire beach to ourselves and the temperatures were quite pleasant.
Elizabeth made the principal's honor roll this year- Yay!
After a short tenure, I was released from my calling as the Young Women's President in our ward.
The Wednesday after the girls finished school for the year, the three of us embarked on a bit of a whirlwind journey South. We stopped by Coombs to visit the "goats on a roof" store
then spent the night with Ron's folks in Shawnigan Lake.
Thursday morning we caught the ferry from Victoria to Port Angeles. We had to make the run through Forks for the requisite photo and some souvenir shopping.
We spent that night in a campground near Seaside Oregon. Friday morning we stopped at Tillamook for ice cream cones, cheese and more souvenir shopping. Friday night we stopped at my cousin's place in Rio Dell ( in the redwoods of Northern California) for pizza, a too short visit and a good night's rest.
Saturday we hit the road fairly early for the last leg of the journey to my mom's place. Of course, we had to stop for the tourist pictures at the Golden Gate!
While we were on the road, Sarge, my step-dad's much beloved dog was bitten by a rattlesnake (2nd time). Unfortunately, he succumbed to his injuries late that night.Sunday we got to see some old friends at church and rest. Monday, Mom and I delivered the girls to UCSB for EFY.
EFY= Especially For Youth which is basically a week of workshops, socializing, and fun put on by BYU for the youth of our church.
While the girls attended EFY, I laid low and hid from the horrendous (105+) heat at my mom's. I did get some sewing for our upcoming pioneer trek finished, took a friend to lunch, visited my aunt, saw one of my brothers and his family, and did a bit of grocery shopping. Mostly I just relaxed. The nights and early mornings were very pleasant, sleeping under the million stars and being serenaded by the frogs and crickets.
Saturday morning Mom and I left at 5 am to pick up the girls.
We stopped in Solvang ( a Danish style village) to have danish pancakes, to buy pastries and to visit the shops there. Kaili was especially drawn to the sock store. We also stopped in for a quick visit with Aunt Doris on our way back to Paso.
Sunday we went to church again, then went over to Dad's for a bar-b-que. It was a very pleasant evening visiting with him and Kathy.
We had the entire beach to ourselves and the temperatures were quite pleasant.
Tuesday we went through our storage sheds to pick out a few treasures to bring home with us. The girls did a big clothes shopping spree at Ross', a little surf shop (for Tom's shoes) and Walmart. My mom volunteered to come with us, but I don't think she really realized just what she was in for. We were gone all day, fortunately the stores are all air conditioned. My brother, Ben, and his family came out for another visit before we had to head North again.
Packing up for the trip and last minute grocery shopping happened on Wednesday. I bought things we can't get or are too expensive in BC like- enchilada sauce, canned green chilies, spumoni ice cream, payday bars (for Ron), Tillamook cheese, animalito (mexican cookies), mom's fresh eggs etc. The dry ice worked like a charm and the ice ream was actually still too firm to eat when we got home.
Thursday morning we hit the road at 7 am. We drove essentially straight through (other than fuel stops, we had one last In-N-Out burger near Sacramento, and spent about 45 minutes at Fred Meyer in Oregon) until midnight when we stopped in Tumwater Washington. Friday morning we hit the border at just after 10am and made the 12:45 ferry easily. The traffic on the island was actually pretty interesting (read slow/crowded/kookie) because there was a big music festival happening just down the street from our house.
Saturday I baked a cake and Ron and I picked up a gift for Dax's birthday. He turned 20 on Sunday! I made him a devil's food with vanilla butte rcream and marshmallow fondant. He had also requested taco soup, and it actually came out pretty good. I'm thinking the chipotle and cayenne probably helped Ron to shed the last of the "sickness" he has had hanging on for the last couple of months.Of course, the beautiful weather may have something to do with it too ;-) I am so glad to be back where 90 degrees is considered hot. I do not miss the triple digit temps or the rattlesnakes AT ALL!
For now everything is about "trek prep"- I hope to get lots of pictures and share some of them in a week or two. . .
Mother's Day 2013
Mother's Day has long been a strange sort-of day for me and one that
has many times been less than pleasant. This year, finally, I seem to
be at peace with the day.
As most of you know, I am unable to bear children. For many years Mother's Day was a source of pain and heart-ache; a reminder to that I am "less-than" a complete woman.
Then just over 15 years ago I was able to adopt a beautiful baby girl. Problem solved, right? Not so fast- I still have never managed to carry a child to term and, to be honest, there was a bit of emotional baggage because of some of the circumstances around the adoption. Mother's Day for the next few years came with some guilt to go on top of the feelings of inadequacy. Was I taking unfair advantage of my 16 year old step-daughter by adopting her child, am I really emotionally suited to motherhood, and am I really doing things in the best interest of the child or merely to meet some need of mine? Shortly after the adoption, came a divorce and all that goes along with that.
Then, as a single mother, I joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints . . . For those unfamiliar with our faith, there is a huge emphasis on family and the sanctity of marriage. Families tend to be fairly large and motherhood is revered. There are usually expectant mothers, baby showers and nursing mothers in abundance. Pregnancy and nursing are things I would never experience and it was sometimes uncomfortable or at times even painful for me to have the reminders of my "failings" around me all the time.
Then, almost 9 years ago I married a widower with 3 children at home (aged 9-12 at the time). Suddenly I lived with 4 children all calling me "Mom". Their biological mother, Shirlee, had recently died after a long battle with cancer. At first, Shirlee was never far from my thoughts. I had moved into her house, was married to her husband and was raising her kids. I was constantly second guessing myself- "Is this what she would want for them? Would she lose her temper this way? Am I being too easy or hard on her children? Is she watching over my shoulder and cringing at what she sees?"
A few years ago, Ron legally adopted the youngest and we moved from "their" house in Kamloops into "our" house in Courtenay. It feels to me as if we have truly become a single family; Ron and the children have finally become "mine" in my head. I still occasionally wonder if I have done the right things in raising the kids- and I know for sure that I have made many missteps.
The syrupy-sweet Mother's Day stories and the idealized version of mothers still make me VERY uncomfortable, but now I think it is because I see them as phoney and unrealistic. A more realistic, but still uplifting story of motherhood was shared over the pulpit today. I can identify with much of what this woman says-
I would walk into a room and no one would notice. I would say something to my family - like 'Turn the TV down, please' - and nothing would happen. Nobody would get up, or even make a move for the remote. I would stand there for a minute, and then I would say again, a little louder, 'Would someone turn the TV down?' Nothing.
Just the other night my husband and I were out at a party. We'd been there for about three hours and I was ready to leave. I noticed he was talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and when there was a break in the conversation, I whispered, 'I'm ready to go when you are.' He just kept right on talking.
That's when I started to put all the pieces together. I don't think he can see me. I don't think anyone can see me.
I'm invisible.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'mon the phone?' Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.' I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She's going... she's going... she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.'
That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women." The web page this came from is here
I have come to realize that my grandmothers had nearly as much influence on me as my mother did; that giving birth to a child does not matter as much as I once thought it did in shaping, loving and guiding that child. I am finally secure in my role as a mother and no longer feel so much pain and resentment on "Mother's Day". The children we are raising give me stress, drive me crazy and are amazing individuals. I feel honored that they still choose to call me "Mom" even after knowing me for awhile. I still can never really participate in the frequent pregnancy/nursing stories that always seem to come about in any gathering of women, but I DO have "Mom" stories now. . . and I am OK with that.
So Happy Mother's Day to all of the women who love and care for a child in whatever capacity you can.
As most of you know, I am unable to bear children. For many years Mother's Day was a source of pain and heart-ache; a reminder to that I am "less-than" a complete woman.
Then just over 15 years ago I was able to adopt a beautiful baby girl. Problem solved, right? Not so fast- I still have never managed to carry a child to term and, to be honest, there was a bit of emotional baggage because of some of the circumstances around the adoption. Mother's Day for the next few years came with some guilt to go on top of the feelings of inadequacy. Was I taking unfair advantage of my 16 year old step-daughter by adopting her child, am I really emotionally suited to motherhood, and am I really doing things in the best interest of the child or merely to meet some need of mine? Shortly after the adoption, came a divorce and all that goes along with that.
Then, as a single mother, I joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints . . . For those unfamiliar with our faith, there is a huge emphasis on family and the sanctity of marriage. Families tend to be fairly large and motherhood is revered. There are usually expectant mothers, baby showers and nursing mothers in abundance. Pregnancy and nursing are things I would never experience and it was sometimes uncomfortable or at times even painful for me to have the reminders of my "failings" around me all the time.
Then, almost 9 years ago I married a widower with 3 children at home (aged 9-12 at the time). Suddenly I lived with 4 children all calling me "Mom". Their biological mother, Shirlee, had recently died after a long battle with cancer. At first, Shirlee was never far from my thoughts. I had moved into her house, was married to her husband and was raising her kids. I was constantly second guessing myself- "Is this what she would want for them? Would she lose her temper this way? Am I being too easy or hard on her children? Is she watching over my shoulder and cringing at what she sees?"
A few years ago, Ron legally adopted the youngest and we moved from "their" house in Kamloops into "our" house in Courtenay. It feels to me as if we have truly become a single family; Ron and the children have finally become "mine" in my head. I still occasionally wonder if I have done the right things in raising the kids- and I know for sure that I have made many missteps.
The syrupy-sweet Mother's Day stories and the idealized version of mothers still make me VERY uncomfortable, but now I think it is because I see them as phoney and unrealistic. A more realistic, but still uplifting story of motherhood was shared over the pulpit today. I can identify with much of what this woman says-
"The Invisible Mom
It started to happen gradually. One day I was walking my son Jake to school. I was holding his hand and we were about to cross the street when the crossing guard said to him, 'Who is that with you, young fella?' 'Nobody,' he shrugged. Nobody? The crossing guard and I laughed. My son is only 5, but as we crossed the street I thought, 'Oh my goodness, nobody?'I would walk into a room and no one would notice. I would say something to my family - like 'Turn the TV down, please' - and nothing would happen. Nobody would get up, or even make a move for the remote. I would stand there for a minute, and then I would say again, a little louder, 'Would someone turn the TV down?' Nothing.
Just the other night my husband and I were out at a party. We'd been there for about three hours and I was ready to leave. I noticed he was talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and when there was a break in the conversation, I whispered, 'I'm ready to go when you are.' He just kept right on talking.
That's when I started to put all the pieces together. I don't think he can see me. I don't think anyone can see me.
I'm invisible.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'mon the phone?' Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.' I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She's going... she's going... she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.'
That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women." The web page this came from is here
I have come to realize that my grandmothers had nearly as much influence on me as my mother did; that giving birth to a child does not matter as much as I once thought it did in shaping, loving and guiding that child. I am finally secure in my role as a mother and no longer feel so much pain and resentment on "Mother's Day". The children we are raising give me stress, drive me crazy and are amazing individuals. I feel honored that they still choose to call me "Mom" even after knowing me for awhile. I still can never really participate in the frequent pregnancy/nursing stories that always seem to come about in any gathering of women, but I DO have "Mom" stories now. . . and I am OK with that.
So Happy Mother's Day to all of the women who love and care for a child in whatever capacity you can.
April 20th, 2013
This is a photo I took a couple of summers ago just down the road from our house |
It is cool and rainy here, so the fam and I weren't really interested in hanging at the beach or playing in the yard. Instead, we took a spin to the art gallery in town. For a 2.00 donation, it was a very nice way to spend an hour or so. After the gallery and a damp stroll though town, we did the Costco thing (the teens tried unsuccessfully to embarrass the parents by dancing etc.- better luck next time kids), we then watched an F-18 cruise around and go through some practice moves, did a little more grocery shopping, stopped at a feed store to get dog/cat stuff and came home. Now there are several computers and the TV being stared at. After some BLTs for dinner we will likely finish watching the Harry Potter movie we started last night.
It has been a fairly relaxing day and it has been nice to have everyone in the house out together at the same place and time doing something as a family for a change. I wonder how long until this happens again? Now time for some BLTs- YUM!
Happy Birthday Kaili
Can you believe this cutie-patootie is 18 years old today?!?
When we first met almost 9 years ago she was a very shy little girl. She needed to be escorted whereever she went, being afraid to step out on her own. She has grown into quite a strong and confident young woman who knows her own mind. I am grateful to have been able to witness the blossoming of her leadership abilities and hope to see her continue to grow in both life and in the Gospel. Right now she feels as though she will be one of those "crazy cat ladies", but I don't see it myself . . .
When we first met almost 9 years ago she was a very shy little girl. She needed to be escorted whereever she went, being afraid to step out on her own. She has grown into quite a strong and confident young woman who knows her own mind. I am grateful to have been able to witness the blossoming of her leadership abilities and hope to see her continue to grow in both life and in the Gospel. Right now she feels as though she will be one of those "crazy cat ladies", but I don't see it myself . . .
The key!!! Oh where is the KEY?!?!?!
what should I do next?
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