Thursday, September 23, 2010

Carnival...

The school carnival was today on this beautiful fall day

Max and Markus had a great time for about an hour or so until it was time to go to practices...Max had football and Markus had his first hockey practice of the season.

Cute Olivia and her friends


Max spraying silly string all over his friends...fun times.


Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Welcome...

Fall

Autumn Leaves


One of the nicest beds I know

Isn't a bed of soft white snow.

Isn't a bed of cool green grass

After the noisy mowers pass.

Isn't a bed of yellow hay

Making me itch for half a day

But autumn leaves in a pile that high,

Deep and smelling like fall and dry.

That's the bed where I like to lie

And watch the flutters of Fall go by.

~by Aileen Fisher~

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Silly

Markus bought these hilly-billy teeth at the dollar store with his allowance yesterday. He wanted to get some silly bands but they were sold-out, so he came home with silly teeth instead. He has this innate ability to make me laugh. He has such a cute personality. My heart melted today when my 2nd grader asked me to bring lunch and eat with him. I was thinking about the day I had planned out, as he begged, “CAN YOU PLEASE?!”


I, of course, said yes. Regardless of what I had planned or how many errands I needed to get done, there will always be time for that later. As I sat at his lunch table eating a cheese bagel with him, I listened to his conversation with his friends. And it amazed me how kind they were to each other and to a little girl with a disability, sitting with them. I know there will be unkind words spoken, some intentional, some not, eventually in his life. With that being said, regardless of where I am or how old I am, I can use their example constantly. It’s up to ME to decide how I will handle each situation.

My personal therapist, aka my Dad, often told me, “No one can MAKE YOU FEEL anything!”

Meaning, if someone “makes” you mad, YOU are making the choice to be mad.

If someone “makes” you feel inadequate, YOU are allowing it.

Or if someone “makes” you feel dumb, YOU doubt yourself.

Hearing this through out my growing up years, I have tried to be responsible for my attitude–to ”OWN” my feelings. I really do believe Eleanor Roosevelt spoke the truth when she said, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”

Just as my son is choosing his own attitude, I once thought I couldn't. When I was young, I was under the false impression that all adults were kind/considerate and never had hurt feelings. I was certain that survival of childhood meant I’d live happily every after. I realize now, unkind words or actions sadly don’t end at adulthood. So owning my feelings and choosing no offense, has become a life long lesson. A life long challenge!

When I heard this quote from David A. Bednar, I couldn’t help but remember the lesson my dad tried to teach me. He emphasized that we have a choice when it comes to being offended. He said it is ultimately impossible for another person to offend us.

“Certainly clumsy, embarrassing, unprincipled, and mean spirited things do occur in our interactions with other people that would allow us to take offense. However, it ultimately is impossible for another person to offend you or to offend me. Indeed, believing that another person offended us is fundamentally false. To be offended is a choice we make; it is not a condition inflicted or imposed upon us by someone or something else.”

It’s so easy to harbor hurt feelings and build resentment. Then the instinctive reaction is to project those hurt feelings on another person, because misery loves company. Using them as a learning experience, well that’s a lot harder.
I believe the actions of others can invite feelings of hurt / sadness / or happiness. The thing I have full control over is letting those feelings in and how I handle them. In all practicality though, it’s so much easier said than done, something my 2nd grader seems to have fully mastered.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Hunter


 Some photos from Max's game vs. Hunter on Saturday.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

State Fair


Whitney, Markus & Max at the State Fair yesterday


Nadalynn, Tori, Whitney & Candie


I went to the State Fair yesterday for the first time in eight years. It was my niece Tori's 17th birthday and she wanted to go. She used to love to go there as a little girl when my mom would babysit her. I recall from childhood – or from reading to my own children – E. B. White’s story of the spider Charlotte and her campaign to save Wilbur, a barnyard pig. Charlotte wove webs above Wilbur’s sty proclaiming the pig’s virtues in words – “terrific,” “radiant,” and “humble” – she copied from newspaper advertisements salvaged by a rat named Templeton. Wilbur, Charlotte wrote in her web, was “some pig.” He won a prize at the fair. Moved by these events, Zuckerman, the farmer who owned Wilbur, did not slaughter the pig for Christmas dinner. Charlotte saved Wilbur’s life.“Why did you do all this for me?” the pig asks at the end of Charlotte’s Web. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.”

“You have been my friend,” Charlotte replied. “That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, what with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a little. Heaven knows, anyone’s life can stand a little of that.”

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Sk6ers


Last night I had the opportunity to go see Stephen Kellogg and The Sk6ers in concert at the state room. I have to say it is the best concert that I have ever been to. If you ever get the chance to attend one of their concerts, go! You won't be sorry.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Medal of Honor

Toni skated early this morning and was awarded the third place medal for her Basic 3 event. I am sure she will wear it with pride as she did the last time she won a medal. Her mom said that she didn't take it off for a week. Amanda also skated again today in the Preliminary freestyle event and placed sixth.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Talent

Callie with her sister Irelynn holding her second place trophy.
Callie and her prop right before hitting the ice
Callie competed at Oktoberfest tonight
April, Callie & B

Amanda right before competing in her Waka-Waka program and finishing second in Preliminary.
Although it is still September, the Oktoberfest skating competition started tonight. Both Callie and Amanda skated great and each of them finished second in their respective divisions. Toni and Amanda compete tomorrow as well. At age fifteen Amanda compiled a list of everything she wished she could be: a world-class ice skater being at the top of her list, a list of all the talents she wanted was very, very long.

In reality I knew that although Amanda had talent, she would not be able to compete at the Olympic level. I struggled hard to find the right words to tell her that most of the girls her age were already at the Olympics. She has tried many sports and dancing and was somewhere between good and mediocre at all of them. Her natural ability and her excitement enchanted me, but I found myself stumped somewhere around her second year. I was also painfully aware that when it came to actually competing in front of people she was terrified. Not too promising. Still, what if? What if she had some support to make her dreams come true? It just wasn’t fair that she got such a crappy deal. Her aunt tried to be supportive and bring her to skate more often but it just wasn't possible while she was raising her five children. Now that Amanda has moved up here to go to school, she is closer to the rink and able to skate everyday. She has passed off two of the eight levels needed to be able to compete on the world-class level.


What’s a girl to do when she’s talented but doesn't have the support?

When I got my Patriarchal Blessing at eighteen I was excited to find out what talents I might have. Both of my parents’ blessings had detailed accounts of things they were good at and what gifts would strengthen their lives. But my blessing said only that the Lord has blessed me with talents and that I may discover them. No gifts were mentioned, spiritual or otherwise. But it did say that I "may know the joys of motherhood."

One year early in my youth I sat in Atlantic City, watching the Miss America pageant, the annual event produced to crown a winner. I couldn’t resist watching. Especially when it came to the talent competition. “What if,” I joked out loud, “your talent is something like skating? Would they let you do that onstage?”

For the first time in my life it really hit me that there are all kinds of talents. More than just the kind that can receive gold medals and rhinestone tiaras. I had heard that sort of thing a million times; there are lots of different talents, blah, blah, blah. But it struck me with force watching that pageant.

How do I find my talents? I wondered. What if my talents were things like parenting or photography? Things I’d never be good at because I’d probably never have the opportunity to try them.

But talents are magical things; when the time is right they will find you. I think there is some sort of God-given homing device that attracts people to the things they’d be good at. They may not be dazzling or even very interesting. We tend to think of “real” talents as things that win awards. If it’s not something fancy and stage-worthy it’s not good enough. What a silly, narrow definition of a talent!

It turns out I have a talent for cuddling babies. I can comfort just about any ones baby and make them feel at ease. Who would have thought that would be a talent? But it is and boy, does it come in handy (a lot handier than ice skating!) Eighteen-year-old me sure couldn’t comfort. I’m pretty sure that even if it had been listed in my Patriarchal Blessing I wouldn’t have appreciated it or even cared.

This is the other wonderful thing about talents: they aren’t supposed to be given to us like a shopping list. They are hidden inside of ourselves to discover at different parts of our lives. We won’t have discovered all of our talents by the time we are eighteen or forty. Or even sixty. I think if we keep trying we can develop talents until we’re too old and senile to think straight.

Listen to your heart. It will tell you about your talents if you let it. You’re not allowed to say, “that’s not a talent!” Just about anything can be a talent: lifting people’s spirits, crafting hair clippies, organization, scrap booking, gardening. The best way to find your talents is to try to find your talents. They don’t need to be impressive and they don’t need to be done perfectly.

Talents are the gifts given to us to enrich our lives and enrich the lives of others. It’s not about showing off or getting compliments. It is this spirit of love that gives meaning and purpose to life. As it said in my blessing: "There is no greater way to find happiness and joy in life than to live the gospel and to give unselfish service and love to your fellowmen."

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Simplicity

I had just done my most radical act of parenting so far in my eleven year career of raising three children: 2006 - I had pulled my children out of all extra-curricular activities.




Even piano lessons.



The year before I had spent just about every afternoon driving little people to various lessons, games, practices and rehearsals. There were the accompanying happy experiences: pride and excitement as my son performed onstage for the first time; my sons becoming more flexible and strong through Karate & Gymnastics; the sense of accomplishment my oldest son felt after finishing well in a golf tournament.



But there was the ugliness of all the extra-curriculars too: the fact that I spent very little after-school time helping kids with homework and just being there; the nagging and fighting about practicing, the lack of decent dinners (I sometimes did something in the crock pot, but it just seldom seemed to happen).



So that year instead of becoming more accomplished we were going back to the basics: we worked on eating good meals together and getting to sleep early. That’s what our after-school curriculum entailed.

If you have school-aged children then you know the pressure to do everything; to try everything. What if you have a future world-class gymnast on your hands or a budding concert violinist? How will you know unless you expose them to everything, right? It has finally dawned on me that if I have a world-class anything, I’ll know. A prodigy’s talents do not hinge on a karate class taken in preschool.



I’d had to admit to myself that my children weren’t particularly gifted at any of the activities they had been involved in. And they didn’t really love them. I encourage them to be passionate about the things they choose to do. Otherwise, why do them? I want them to soar and enjoy the experience. But after a long hard look I realized that most of our activities were just taking up our time and money.



The constant busy-ness had been strangling me. I don’t have a go, go, go personality. I like things calm and unhurried.



There would be lots of tears and complaining, I imagined, when I announced our new plan to not do anything. But no. It seems that we were all pretty fed up with the crazy schedule.



We spent the next two weeks after school began hanging out with each other. I had the time to make a nice meal every night. We’d enjoyed leisurely dinners together full of laughter and conversation and then gotten to bed at a decent time. The simple life has ended up being pretty lovely.



We still continued to do Scouts and some church activities. I eventually phased things in slowly. But I planned on keeping the extra-curriculars in check. If a child loved something, that’s fine. But the days of signing kids up just to do something fun were over.



Long live simplicity.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Past Tuesday

This past weekend our Stake held a conference and the visiting authority who spoke to our congregation was Elder Patrick Kearon, from England. He said that you will know if the things that you learned on Sunday had really sunk in or not if you remember them past Tuesday. I thought that was a new way of thinking about that.

Monday, September 13, 2010

M.E.S.S.

Some photos of Skyline's homecoming game Friday Night. Even though we came with Morgen and his friend Alex we only saw them once at half-time. They were very busy with their friends in the M.E.S.S.

Mess = Mighty Eagle Student Section




After Skyline won the game against Granger 21-20, the entire team stood in front of the student section and sang the Skyline song.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Flesh and Spirit


He melts my heart like a popsicle on the fourth of July!



Cute Aunt La-La invited us over to her house today for an end of summer bbq and swimming party. Sheri came down from Preston with Connor, Josslyn & Whitney. She picked up Nadalynn on her way along with her boyfriend Bridger - they went to homecoming together last night. Connor loved floating in the pool, but couldn't stay in for too long. Josslyn on the other hand would not get out. She stayed in for three hours straight. She only took a break to eat and then she was right back at it splashing away with the boys in the pool. Markus was so cute with her and every time she would hop out to get a new toy he would help her jump back in. Monet came over and brought her girls, Kailey and Aria. After the sun went down and everyone was shriveled from the water like a prune, we roasted marshmallows in the fire and made s'mores, laughing the night away. When I was a little girl I thought one of the happiest sounds I’d ever heard was my mother laughing with her sister. They’d stand around my Grandma Jo’s kitchen, washing the dishes and putting away the dinner leftovers, laughing so loudly they would scare me. My mother’s sister Carol—lived hundreds of miles from us, and she and my mother got together several times a year while my sisters and I skated. They colored each other’s hair, shared photos and gossip, reminisced about their childhoods, and cried together when Carol had her Lupus diagnosis. But mostly I remember their laughter and the way my mother’s eyes brightened when she was around Carol and her mother. My mother knew a secret then that I’ve only come to appreciate now that I’m a grown woman and a mother myself: having sisters is pretty much the best thing that can happen to a girl.

I am more fortunate than many in the sister department because I have five: Marilee, Lara, Monet, Sheri and Darlin. Each of us are two years apart, except for the five years between Sheri and Darlin, with one poor solitary brother between Monet and me. Of course, growing up I took my sisters for granted and even found them annoying at times. As the middle sis I did my share of babysitting and bossing and mandatory sharing and long suffering tolerating of pesky kid sisters who squabbled, teased, followed me around, and got into my stuff. Once while I was babysitting—and it seemed like I had to baby-sit ALL THE TIME while my parents callously left us to go to endless parties and balls (I’m sure I had to sweep the chimney as well)—I had to carry Darlin’s rocking chair inside from the front yard because she refused to take a break from playing to use the potty inside. But since the rocking chair was already occupied by Darlin and it didn’t occur to me to take her out, before carrying it inside, she, ahem, fell out and onto the floor. Another time I had to stay home and hold and rock baby Darlin, who couldn't find her Nuk (pacifier), for two hours straight while she plastered her little body to mine and cried nonstop. Sheri scratched and bit me on more than one occasion (completely unprovoked, I’m sure) and even read my diary; I got her back years later by telling on her when she was out with some boys from college, while she was only 15.

Suffice it to say, I didn’t always appreciate my sisters. But we had our moments, even back then. I always thought of Darlin as my first baby and lavished her with motherly attention; I secretly enjoyed toting her around everywhere, wrote down every cute thing she said, and couldn’t get enough of kissing her curly head. Sheri had a witty, dry sense of humor and amused me with her sass and feistiness, especially when she told off overbearing adults while I stood there tongue-tied and timid. Sheri and I shared a room with a double bed when I was almost ten and she was eight, and every night after lights out Sheri and I would tickle each others back and giggle and whisper secrets, long after we were supposed to be asleep. She was my companion during the summers when we explored the duck pond island, having bravely rowed across the pond in an inflatable raft and spent lazy afternoons at the nearby pool, sunning ourselves on warm cement and playing mermaids in the deep end.

These sisterly bonds have only become sweeter and deeper as we’ve grown into women. Sheri and I both wed within a year of each other and then lived within just miles of each other after we got married. We’ve gone bowling while eight months pregnant, nursed and potty trained together, and watched our children get baptized, and start high school. Though Darlin and Sheri live in another state, the six of us email and call each other; we share family news and fashion tips (my sister Lara even staged a much-needed hair intervention for yours truly); we trade recipes and funny stories and childhood memories. We’ve been bridesmaids at each other’s weddings and we’ve grieved together over their divorces. And, though we sometimes weep together over our struggles, most of the time we laugh until our stomachs hurt—just as my mother and her sister did all of those years. We are sisters in flesh and spirit, bonded in heart and soul, best friends forever.








Saturday, September 11, 2010

Remember


A Patriot Day assembly to remember 9/11 was held yesterday at school. Max was one of the narrators and read something that he wrote about the star spangled banner. Then the entire student body sang that song and a few others as well before they honored a marine who used to attend the same elementary school - as an everyday hero. He was awarded a purple heart and is the nephew of one of the teachers, Mrs. Watts. As usual I was emotional, and as I was remembering the events of nine years ago today, I tried to explain it to Markus and Max. It is still so hard to talk about the tragedy. You know how you can pinpoint the exact place and time you were when you learned about the events on September 11th? Certain days become frozen in time; indelible impressions that mark a change. On 9-11 I was leaving to take Morgen to school when my sister Darlin called sobbing. She said to turn on the TV, one of the world trade center buildings had been hit by a plane. There aren’t many events in life that leave impressions as unforgettable as this one was for me. There comes the realization that something horrible is happening—that forms the lump in your throat; the pit in your stomach: The thing that rocks your boat.


 


After school we went to the park and talked about it and then played Frisbee until Morgen got out of school - since he doesn't get out early on Fridays anymore.

Friday, September 10, 2010

A Woman of Grace

You have met, or know, a woman like this: She brightens a room, can literally alter the energy before she opens her mouth. Her presence alone is uplifting, her warmth is genuine radiance, and her eye contact feels like a gift. Her compassion and confidence are unshakable. She knows herself well enough to be able to get to know you. She has no pretense about herself, has no need to hide because she lives in truth. She has no need to exalt or deprecate others or herself, and this allows others the freedom to be authentic in her company. She is the kind of woman who makes you check your posture, inside and out. She makes you want to think before you speak, not because you feel judged or compelled to impress her, but simply because she makes you want to be better. Her integrity draws others into the light. Her laughter is contagious. Her hugs feel so good you wonder how you can get another one without appearing needy. When she is happy, you want to celebrate with her. When she is struggling, you want to stand by her side. — I am so grateful that I know her and that she hosted girl night last night at her home. She also made me this for my birthday ~



 

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Face-love

Earlier in the summer, Morgen, came home with body graffiti, penned by three girls in his band. They had written "I love your face" on his left arm. And, "This belongs to Brittni" on his right. On his neck and stomach he had even more graffiti. I almost didn't know what to say. But it was almost like he liked it, gesturing with his hand while he talked, lifting it to take off his glasses, all within inches of my face.


When I saw the blur of letters on his skin, I grabbed his hand to look closer. There was an outline of a heart where the word "love" should have been. And the exclamation point had been dotted with another, smaller heart, this one colored in with blue ink. The letters were written with the same plump handwriting that I used to have in junior high. "What's this?" I asked.

"What's what?" Morgen said innocently. I noticed that the first "what" sounded like a man's voice, but the second "what" sounded like a kid's. Clearly, I was making him nervous. And it made me glad for some reason, as if my mom power could stop this tide of testosterone.

As I sat there examining my son's hand, I traveled back in time to when he was little and I used to draw smiley faces on his thumb. He would giggle at the tickle of the pen against his skin, wiggle his nose at the smell of ink on his fingers.

My son took his hand away from mine. But I wasn't done with the inquisition. "So why did you let them write on you?" I asked.

"There were three of them," he answered. He turned away to look out the window. "and only one of me."

"What?"

He said two girls held him down and Brittni drew on him. I've heard him mention her before, a girl I do not know. Then I realized that to write on someones hand, you needed to hold it. And if you're going to draw hearts, you might just hold on to that hand for awhile so you can do a really good job of it. When I pointed this out to him, asking if that was his experience, he just laughed.

I laughed too. But not as much. It's harmless enough to write on someones arm. She had, after all written I love your face, which is not quite the same as I love you. Yet I do sometimes worry that teenagers--especially girls--get carried away with the idea of love. I've read the Twilight series and I've seen the movies. Rather, I think my son would snatch his hand back (although the evidence indicates that the girl wrote a complete sentence without resistance--no smears, no wavy letters) as if bothered, but then read her words for the rest of the day, all the while marveling, "She likes me."

That night, he washed away the love note without any remorse. And by morning, we had all forgotten about it. Today I picked him up from school. And Brittni was texting him:

"I miss your face".

"She's persistent," I told Morgen. "Apparently she still loves your face."

He smiled. "Yeah," he said out loud. And by the way his eyes danced as he said it, there's a good chance he was also thinking, "Isn't it great?"

Back in the car, I pulled into traffic and headed home. Morgen was silent, perhaps contemplating the significance of the words on his phone. "So what are you thinking?" I asked, referring to the face-love thing going on between him and this girl.

But he didn't get my meaning. "Can we go to Del Taco?," he said. "I'm starving."

That's my boy.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Day of Caring

I just came back from a run (with Molly) and I was inspired along the way by a whole group of United Way volunteers participating in the day of caring. I stopped to talk to them about helping out, and came away with a boat load of information. Here are some of ways that I can help out in the community.
1. Live United
2. Invite a friend, neighbor, family member to attend a school board meeting with you.
3. Organize a book drive with your family, co-workers, school, club or faith community
4. Read to children in your family, at your library, or with a local non-profit engaged in child care or literacy.
5. Purchase school supplies for a local school to distribute to children who need them.
6. Enroll your child in a summer reading program at the local library.
7. Donate your newspaper subscription to a local school when you go on vacation.
8. Allow a high school student to shadow you at work and show them how to apply things you learned in school.
9. Take the children in your life to a local museum, exhibit or play.
10. Be a mealtime partner for a pre-school class to help kids develop social skills.
11. Mentor an at-risk youth at your neighborhood school.
12. Bring a child in your life to a bank to have a tour and open up a savings account.
13. Tutor at an adult literacy or technology program
14. Donate new or gently used professional clothing to an organization assisting individuals in seeking employment.
15. Serve as a greeter at a free tax preparation community coalition site to help low-income families acquire up to thousands of dollars in earned income tax credits.
16. Volunteer to prepare tax returns for low-income families.
17. Contact your local representative about and issues affecting working people in your community.
18. Ask your bank if they offer free checking and savings accounts to low-income families and encourage them to start if they don’t.
19. Engage with a middle school to teach a class on how to save money and watch with them as it grows.
20. Help senior citizens learn how to detect and prevent fraud.
21. Contact your local health clinic to offer assistance in anything from distributing flyers to serving on an event committee to writing a letter to the editor on their behalf.
22. Check into what healthy snacks are or are not available in your local schools and call on others to promote tasty healthy meals and fun exercise at school.
23. Start a walking group for friends, families, neighbors and/or community members that meets regularly at a set time and location. Soon the group will exist even if you can’t make it!
24. Get a flu shot.
25. Buy pedometers for your friends and have a fun competition for who can walk the most steps.
26. Purchase personal care items such as deodorant, toothbrushes and soap and drop them off at the local homeless shelter.
27. Help transport families to necessary medical appointments so children can have proper screening and immunizations.
28. Buy a pair of Tom's shoes - and they will donate one pair to children in need
29. Offer a hand up not a hand out at Habitat for Humanity
30. Donate time to the Make A Wish foundation
31. Become a volunteer for the state
32. Help at Jordan Valley hospital
33. Inspi(red)
34. Volunteer at Primary Children's hospital
35. Help out at the Children's Service Society
36. Participate in the walk for CHD this coming Saturday with my sister Sheri and her heart baby Connor
37. Run for the Cure with my friend Nicole next May (Olivia's brilliant idea I might add!)
38. The ideas are endless...


Think the little things you do don't make a difference? This will help change your mind.




Two men were walking toward each other on an otherwise deserted beach. One man was in his early 20s, the other obviously much older. The smooth damp sand was littered with starfish, washed onto the land during high tide. They were stranded there when the tide ebbed. Thousands of starfish were doomed to die in the warm morning sun.

The younger man watched the older man pick up starfish one at a time and toss them back into the ocean, giving them a chance to survive. The young man thought, “Why is he doing that? How foolish. He can’t save them all.”

As they came near one another, the younger one felt compelled to point out to the older man the futility in his action. “You know,” he said, “you can’t save them all. Most of them will die here on the sand. What you are doing really won’t make any difference.” The older man studied the young man for a moment. Then he bent down, picked up a starfish and tossed it into the water. He smiled at the young man and said, “It made a difference to that one.” Then he walked on, picking up starfish and tossing them back into the sea.


What we do for others who are less fortunate: the ill, the infirmed, the grieving, the poor probably won’t wipe out poverty, illness, pain or disabilities. Nonetheless it is a mistake not to act because we think that what we can do is insignificant and won’t make a difference. Because it does make a difference—it makes a difference to that person. And to you.

My home teacher, Steve, is often called by the local blood bank to donate blood. He has a common blood type and there is a consistent need for it. He always says yes to the request. He says it isn’t a big deal to take an hour from his schedule every couple of months to donate a pint of blood. “What difference does it make,” he says. The last time he donated he got an idea of the difference it makes. A nurse looked at his record and commented that he’d donated thirty-four pints of blood—more that four gallons—since he started donating some years ago.

His blood donations have made a difference to more than one hundred people, since each pint of blood is divided into three or four units, and a recipient typically gets one unit at a time. Without question his “no big deal” blood donations have saved accident victims from death, and helped others recover from surgery and even life-threatening illnesses. And that’s a mighty difference.

Wealthy people who donate large sums of money to worthy causes often impress us. And in comparison we see our contributions as minuscule. Our donations are smaller, but they are still important. Small amounts given consistently and combined with hundreds or thousands of other small but regular contributions make a big difference to those in need.

I would love to help build a Habitat for Humanity home. Those homes are built through many small donations of money and labor. Any of these donations singularly probably weren’t especially impressive, but when focused on the goal of building the houses they make a difference.

A wise friend once told me that I may not win the noble peace prize but I might be the mother, wife, sister, friend, daughter or coach of someone who does. Who is to say what is trivial in life?

It’s possible to make a mighty difference in someone’s life and not know it until many years later. A teacher (in a Caribbean country) once had a little girl in her class who had no shoes. One weekend the teacher bought the child a pair of shoes. The next year the teacher moved to a different school and taught there for over 30 years. Shortly after retiring she became ill and was hospitalized. In the hospital she was treated like royalty, and when she recovered she wanted to thank the person responsible for the special care. She was told it was the hospital director who ordered the VIP treatment.

When she went to the director’s office, she was surprised that the director was a young woman in her early forties. When she thanked the doctor, the doctor interrupted her. “I wanted to thank you,” she said. Her words bewildered the teacher. “You don’t remember me, do you?” said the director. “You bought me a pair of shoes many years ago. You cared for me, and you inspired me to want to care for others, so I became a doctor. And finally, I was able to thank you for the shoes.”

The young man was right, of course. We can’t save all the starfish that wash up on the shore, but he was wrong to say that the old man’s efforts made no difference. When there is an obvious need, then doing something is better than doing nothing—and doing something makes a difference.

Question # 2:

Why am I so emotional today?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Super Bowl Ring


First off, Jack's (#40) dad Paul brought NFL Superbowl winner Ed Mulitalo to our practice tonight!!!!! Paul coaches the Herriman football team with Ed and asked him to come to the practice. You can see more photos here. Max was telling me all about it afterwards and said that he got to hold the super bowl ring, he thought that was pretty cool. The kids had a GREAT time and were really energized by the things Ed had to say and the time he spent working with the kids! David's (#33) birthday was on Sunday and so his mom Wendy brought pizza for all the boys after practice. You should have seen those X-men eating three pieces at one time.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Felicity


Sometimes it's important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it's essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow. ~Douglas Pagels, These Are the Gifts I'd Like to Give to You


A mind always employed is always happy. This is the true secret, the grand recipe, for felicity. ~Thomas Jefferson

Sunday, September 5, 2010

I'm Still Alive

You may have noticed my absence of any real writing over the summer. Just photos mostly, and you know - no meat. Or not. But the kids were home all day, you know?

So I'm back. Sort of. I'm thinking of revamping the blog, making it less trivial and more…something. You know things are bad when you get sick of yourself, which I was definitely starting to do.

To start things off, I'm going to ask you some questions, just some deep thoughts that come while I'm driving or in the shower, or sitting in church, or laying awake at 4 am waiting for the morning to start.

Question #1:

Why is it that everyone around me insists on being so annoying when I have PMS?

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Murray Max

Max had his first regular season game today vs. Park City in Oakley of all places. You can watch the whole thing here First Murray Game or I can just tell you they lost...again...but it was close...again. Since it was so close to Heber, Max called and invited Grandma & Grandpa B. and they came and watched it. He loved having them there watching, I think it meant a lot to him.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Harvest Moon

I finished a book for book club the other day called, The girl who chased the Moon and at the end of the book it had this whole list of the different moons and their names and meanings. I thought it was interesting. The Farmers' Almanac version, and NASA version, are as follows:

January – Wolf moon

February – Snow moon

March – Storm moon

April – Pink moon

May – Flower moon

June – Strawberry moon

July – Buck moon

August – Sturgeon moon

September – Harvest moon

October – Hunter's moon

November – Beaver moon

December – Cold moon

The third full moon in a season with four full moons is called a blue moon, as described in the Maine Farmers' Almanac. Until recently it was commonly misunderstood that the second full moon in a month was the blue moon. However, it was recently discovered by Sky & Telescope magazine and reported on NPR that the interpretation of a blue moon as the second full moon of the month was erroneously reported in an issue of Sky & Telescope dating back to 1946 and then perpetuated by other media.
The July full moon may also be known as the thunder moon, and the March one as the raccoon moon.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Photography

My friend Olivia has been taking photos for a while now but I have neglected to post a link to her website. Until now... you can click here to see some of her work, Liv's Photography. I would love to be able to have her talent, I think she is amazing.

I have been wanting to have her take some photos of Morgen. Partly because I didn't take a very good picture of him in his scout uniform for his Eagle Scout Award, and partly because he didn't ever bring home a photo order form for school pictures in ninth grade. One of these days I will.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

September

Markus had a great time at the Showdown hockey clinic for the past three nights. After the first night he said that he wished it had been for 2 hours instead of one. The hockey director from Steiner, Shannon, said, "Markus skates like he has a motor!" It's true, he does skate so fast it is like he is being powered by a little motor in there or something. He just loves to go fast!

Max had football practice the first night so I asked Shannon if I could just pay for two nights and he agreed. So Max was able to join in the fun as well. He loved all the new and different drills. He is on the ice in the photo above. It was kind of a late night getting home but so worth it. Hockey season starts this month. Hello September.