I went to dinner with these girls for Jen's birthday. I had fun and it brought back some really great memories.
I moved into my house two years ago. I was having a hard time with the move. I left some good friends and a calling in my ward that I loved. I was in Primary. I struggled going to my new ward each week.
Then, I got called into the Bishop's office and was given a calling. Second counselor in Primary. I knew the 1st counselor and secretary from high school, but didn't know the president very well. It wouldn't take long for that to change. We all got to know each other so much better while we served our Heavenly Father together. I loved being at church, in Primary with those wonderful women.
I was doing my best to serve and got something so wonderful out of it. I finally felt like I belonged, like I knew I was suppose to be there. I gained some wonderful friends.
Callings have changed, but we continue to grow closer and I am so grateful to have these women in my life. Ahh, the good old Primary days.
My baby girl is eight today. Riley has been so excited for this day. Eight is a very special birthday. She starts going to activity days and she will be baptized. Yikes! She is growing up so fast.
She loves to write notes to Nate and I letting us know how much she loves us. She is so sweet. She loves to help take care of her little brothers and she always wants to give Jacob hugs. She really likes to do that when she sees him at school. Not exactly his favorite time for affection from his little sister.
I love that she loves to pretend. She is entertained for hours playing with houses she's built out of laundry hampers, pillows, blankets, and other items around the house. I love you, Riley!
Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I love my mom so much. My Mom has taught me so many things. Most important of those things is how to be a mother. I am still learning from her and so thankful that she sets such a great example for me to follow.
I'd also like to say thanks to all the other "moms" in my life and the lives of my children. There are many who teach and care for my family. I have wonderful relatives and friends. My children have teachers at school and church. Even a great pediatrician. They may not be our mothers, but they teach and help us, most often by example.
I am grateful for this day when we can take the time to let our moms know how special they are to each of us. Happy Mother's Day to all of you!
I lost my camera. Not that I take pictures as often as I should, but I missed it. It was about a week ago I wanted to take some pictures, but I couldn't find it. I searched my house, even looking in some odd places (Cupboards, toy box, bathroom). Nowhere to be found. I called Jacob's school because I remembered having it there. Nope. I kept searching, trying to remember where it could be. Suddenly (a week later) I remembered. I had put it in Brandon's backpack after his last day of school so I wouldn't leave it there. I may have to borrow the title of "Forgetful Jones" from Mindy. I think this would be a good time to download the pictures, charge the battery, and put everything where it belongs.
It was sometime after 4 AM today when Nate and I were awoken by a loud, strange noise. He sat up and asked if I heard that. I told him maybe it was the alarm clock. Zach and Brandon mess with it sometimes and they could have turned it on. Nate checked. Nope, it wasn't on. Hmm, weird.
Then it happened again. Maybe it was the smoke detector and the battery was dying. Yup, it was the smoke detector, but they started going off over the entire house. That's not something that happens from a dead battery.
I ran to the kids bedrooms. Riley and Brandon were crying, Zach, was sitting up, and Jacob had to be woken up. It was time to get out of the house. They were scared. It was so loud. I gathered the kids together in our entry way so we could all go out together. Then, I went to get my purse. I know, I know, just leave, but I wanted to have my cell phone.
I was pretty sure there wasn't a fire because we have fire sprinklers and they weren't going off. But, the noise was too much and I turned on the lights outside and the kids and I went out the front door to the sidewalk in front of our house. Thankfully it was a fairly nice night. No rain or snow, but it was chilly. We were all barefoot and the kids were freezing.
Nate didn't come out with us. I decided to go back in and get a couple blankets to wrap up in. I saw Nate and he was going around checking for the cause of the alarm. Again, breaking all the rules. I asked if we should call the fire department, but there was no fire, no emergency, so I just went back out to keep the kids warm while he stayed inside.
As I was wrapping up the kids, a police officer stopped to ask if we were ok. I told him what happened and he called for a fire truck then went inside to help Nate. I was curious to see which direction they'd come from since we live between two fire stations. They came and checked the house with some kind of infra red tool looking for heat. Then they checked for carbon monoxide. Negative for both. One firefighter went with Nate around the house checking all the smoke detectors. They found the one in our bedroom has a bad sensor on it.
While we were outside it was a good opportunity to review what our family plan is in the event of a fire. We also talked about keeping something warm and a pair of shoes by the sides of our bed. The smoke detectors did their job. They woke us up. The police officer came by at just the right time. I am grateful to him and the fire fighters that were woken up to respond to our non-emergency. They are there, willing to help, even when it's to find a faulty smoke detector.
We were let back in our house around 5, so if my family seems a little tired today, you'll understand. Especially Jacob, Riley, and Brandon. After all that excitement, who can sleep?
May 5, 2004. It was a Wednesday five years ago. Brandon was almost 3 months old. Riley almost 3 years. Jacob was in Kindergarten. It was a little after 9 AM when I got a call from Nate telling me his Dad had been taken to the hospital and he was on his way there. He wasn't sure what was wrong.
Nate's Dad had problems with blood clots in the past and we figured maybe it was the same thing this time. I asked Nate if he wanted me to come, but he said he'd call and let me know once he got there. The hospital personnel began doing CPR shortly after Nate arrived. Nate never got a chance to talk to his Dad. He died the morning of May 5 at the age of 55.
The viewing was Sunday, May 9 (Mother's Day) and the funeral followed the next day. So many people came to greet the family and share their love. I felt so blessed to be part of that.
I am blessed with the belief in eternal families. Brandon was suppose to be blessed the first Sunday in May, but we had to postpone it. He was blessed in June and I'm sure my father-in-law was there in spirit.
Gene loved to read the grandchildren stories. He also loved to give them a soft kick and lift them in the air sending them "to the moon". He was a man who knew the gospel well and lived fully what he believed. He was a great example.
Yes, I am a mother. That is just one of many titles that I currently have. I am also a wife, daughter, sister, friend, in-law, and Primary President. I feel blessed to be each of those things at this time. I may not have a job outside my home, but I've got plenty of work to do inside my home. I do not have vacation time or sick time. I do not get 15 minute breaks or lunch breaks. I use to work outside the home when my oldest was a baby and toddler. Compared to what I do on a daily basis, being a working mom was so much easier. I had adult conversation without a toddler hanging on my leg. I was good at what I did and people told me so on a regular basis. I didn't have to make anyone else lunch or break up a fight over a toy. I could still be working and then I could have more stuff, but that's just it....stuff. The stuff comes and goes, but my daily influence on my children will last forever. I didn't have children so that someone else could raise them. I had them because I want them and I want to care for them. No matter the kind of day we have, it is all made better by a hug and "I love you, Mom."
Elder Russell M. Nelson had this to say about mothers. "During my professional career as a doctor of medicine, I was occasionally asked why I chose to do that difficult work. I responded with my opinion that the highest and noblest work in this life is that of a mother. Since that option was not available to me, I thought that caring for the sick might come close. I tried to care for my patients as compassionately and competently as Mother cared for me.
Many years ago the First Presidency issued a statement that has had a profound and lasting influence upon me. “Motherhood,” they wrote, “is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind. It places her who honors its holy calling and service next to the angels.” 3
Because mothers are essential to God’s great plan of happiness, their sacred work is opposed by Satan, who would destroy the family and demean the worth of women."
No, I may not have all the stuff or a big career, but I am a mother. I am doing the Lord's work and caring for these sweet souls for this short time I am blessed to have them in my home.