Thursday, September 11, 2014

happy happy happy fall


{What the world is like if we stop looking to get something in return, and love unconditionally}

{We seek it, want it, need it yet it is hiding from so many of us: genuine heart-felt unconditional love}

{When I first heard about unconditional love, that I have to love myself first before I can love another, it sounded so simple, but really it is hard: letting go of making myself, and others, wrong}
When I make someone else wrong, I hold the energy of needing to correct, convince, control, or change someone else (4-C's as my therapist called them). Someone should "be or do" what I expect. When I did that blaming, complaining, or condemning was normal.

When I make myself wrong, I hold up this standard of how I should be, and end up feeling not good enough. Then I see myself and other people as a problem or objects that need to be fixed.

{Not infatuation, lust, or what you think makes you happy, but true intimacy at the level of your soul}

{Creating deep authentic connections with those who matter most}

{Love seems to come in precious moments that time and busy-ness take away. Instead of trying so hard to make love work, I'm letting love flow}

{I grew up in a loving, caring family environment with five sisters and one brother. Being in the middle, I followed the rules and learned what was right and wrong}
My parents, my dad an accountant, both worked hard and taught us strong values of freedom, generosity, and learning to work together. It was critical that we spent time together outside either hiking, biking or traveling. It made sense, and we became two flight attendants, a para-legal, an interior designer, an entrepreneur, a professional ice-skater, and me, (almost) a Registered Nurse.


{With 29 children among us, we all get along with only a little drama once in awhile, and the most amazing family get-togethers. I look forward to the holidays, and numerous birthday celebrations. Surprisingly, it turned out we are the norm.}

{I attribute the love we experience to my mom, who gives of herself like no other with the uncanny ability to know I love peaches! :) She is one smart, highly productive woman.}

{Logical with astounding common sense, she instilled high self-esteem - the secret to happiness. I certainly knew I was loved. Yes something was missing.}

{There was criticism, and judgement growing up I couldn't see-right and wrong and good and bad. It wasn't just in my family, it was everywhere.}

{Expectations of how to behave, what we were supposed to know, who we were expected to be, and where we were to get married were clear.}

{When I enrolled in nursing school, I suddenly found myself on a spiritual path. Suddenly I was learning things that did not fit and I quickly learned what I could no longer share.}

{Harmony does not exist in my family because everyone knows what to say and what not to say. It's the opposite because we have stepped out of the "family box" and shifted something. My happiness grew when I unexpectedly discovered what unconditional love meant.}
I learned:


  • Happiness is a changed state of being
  • Love can be experienced on many different levels



{Sometimes people say or do things that have destructive consequences. Believing love is putting up with, sacrificing, tolerating, or suffering in silence thinking their commitment is proof of their love, isn't love.} 
Understanding, seeing, hearing, and accepting someone for who they are is love.

When I make someone wrong, there's a value I hold being stepped on. It's black and white in my mind, but in between lives everyone else's perception of truth.

Someone else not living up to my value of "hard work" is "lazy".
Someone who doesn't follow my idea of "giving" I may judge as "selfish".
Someone I judge as "inconsiderate" is not acting in a way I see as "kindness".

When I stepped out of my box, I noticed how it felt when others projected their values onto me. The question is not whether someone is right or wrong, but whether the words and actions are coming from a place of fear on one side or love on the other. The result is either constructive or destructive.

Extreme fear breeds hatred leading to very destructive consequences that al-Qaeda created on 9/11 in NYC on the World Trade Center. Extreme love leads to compassion, and what Mother Teresa created in the world she lived in.

When I let go of needing others to live according to my "right" way, I realize how others respond is just a projection of their reality. A shift happens away from fear, toward love and compassion where I seek to understand, share, teach and live. Trying to be patient was next to impossible in that place I was afraid, but to love and I find all the patience I need. In the search for truth, it is in the eye of the beholder. Discernment not judgement leads me to truth by being curious and noticing whether someones perception of reality comes from love or fear. It is the difference between:

Competition and Cooperation
Doubt and Trust

It will lead to:

Holding on or Letting go

I am not in a place to judge, I have no superiority. No one is inferior. It was a destructive energy of being attached to "I am right" that I projected onto someone else. I noticed what came back when I did that, was always defensiveness because, Hello! No one wants to be wrong. It took me a long, long time to realize being attached to "I am right" was criticism because I didn't necessarily see someone as inferior.

The Golden Rule found in almost all spiritual teachings: are you treating someone the way you want to be treated? Who wants to be treated to criticism and judgement?!

When I let go of convincing, correcting, controlling, and trying to change others, I release a big illusion of love: ownership.

I thought that belonging to someone was wonderful, but the opposite is true. Having the independence to share your true self and allow others the same brings true intimacy. No one makes you happy; happiness is found within. Until I lived with compassion with myself, the love I was giving was conditional.

I am a unique daughter of Heavenly Father raised from my birthday to the present day living my truth based on my own values, beliefs, experience, and understanding. In any given moment I can only "be and do" my "best". My "best" is not the same as someone else's "best". We cling to love wanting it to last forever, but it can't because we are the ones carrying that love, and we are constantly evolving. The love we share is either growing together or growing apart. The paradox of love is that it can grow apart, but it can also grow stronger.

I married someone who fit the idea of what I thought was "right," and my awareness at the time of what I thought would bring me happiness. It did.

I thought it was love, but it was conditional, and that's why it felt like something was missing. Now I know differently, and there is a lot more authenticity. I learn more everyday.

The secret to experiencing deeper love is allowing each other to grow.

On my birthday, I experienced the most profound sense of love I have ever known especially with my three boys where I needed to let go of criticizing and judging them. In the past year I have learned that love is wanting others to be happy without it needing to be about me. This is how I know I love my boys, family, friends, and even my students. They are not dependent on me for their happiness, and I am not dependent on them.

I know I can show up without criticism and judgment and I allow them to exactly who they are and that love is exchanged. Unconditional love doesn't always come with the family we were born into because criticism, judgment, and the resulting expectations are a huge part of family culture. Family love is strong, lasting, and nothing compares. Experiencing unconditional love required breaking free from the family circle to follow my heart, and my own truth.

True love is eternal even if a relationship grows apart. When I surrender judgement, I see the beauty in everyone. Including me.    
  
{This is love}

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Monday, September 8, 2014

Just Another Day



time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like...

ordinary life

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Today was just another day.

The boys - even though it was Sunday - had hockey and I woke to their alarms punching holes in the night even earlier than I do for work.

Today was just another day.

I lay in bed, thinking of what I accomplished yesterday (not as much as I'd hoped), deliberately turned away from this next week, and thought of what needed to be done today. Remembered I had to get Max to Steiner for his last session of mini camp, take two quizzes before midnight (I promptly forgot), and the memory of protein shakes in the fridge waiting to be poured into glasses hauled me out of my cocoon.

Today was just another day.

Marko rushed up to me, snuggled in deep under my arm for a hug, his enthusiasm and "Happy Birthday Mom!" warm against my chest. He asked about my sleep, any dreams I remembered, if he could draw me a picture, mow the lawn, and asked me questions about what happens if a plane hits Mt. Everest and if he could buy a fake thumb
 and then wandered off to have a read in my bed.

Today was just another day.

Max came into the car, smiling theatrically over my shoulder as I loaded the car. He asked how I slept, what time is the hike, if I remembered ah to buy the trail mix he used to like when he was little. (It's been so long since he was little!) Morg and Tezz chatted about not much at all. Max one sentence about school as he drove to hockey
, then ate four pieces of toast, peanut butter and banana dripping joyfully from his grip. He yelled out a denial to Marko's accusation of dusting (shinny hockey game competition had rapidly evolved to best of eleven) and they both sat, slapping at each other, laughing as I sat watching them and watching for cars. 

Today was just another day.

There were no cards, no breakfast in bed, no wrapped presents. Max offered a handful of his favorite nut and chocolate mix from his bag, and the offer itself was gift enough.  We watched as 19 hockey boys made their way up the trail, the beloved Dog Lake, repeating favorite lines together and laughing. Morgen, Max and Marko are all in bed now, snuggled in deep just the way they like it: Maxi in a knotted twist of blankets, dog and limbs, Morg impossibly pillowed with Tezz, and Marko my comforter kicked onto the floor.

Today was just another day.

I had kissed them each goodnight in the family room, saying "I love you" against their cheeks. Five, ten minutes later they each yell out again "Love you Mom!" and I yell it back, a tradition and defense against the world for years now, then their sleep drifts under their doors and down the hallway.

Today was just another day.

Despite the way birthdays excite me so delicately, so I'm an excited bunch of joy but no bleeding, today really was just another day. Another day of being with my boys, listening to them cry laugh and debate, having their laughter soak into my bones. To have Max want to drive me home from the picnic because of my headache, to Marko bouncing onto my bed to read beside me, to have the last thing they say - and hear - being "I love you", was just another day.

Just another ordinary, familiar and wonderful day.


Sunday, August 31, 2014

Wake Up and Live

At one point I did think, in the lead up to this trip, "Yippee! I get to go TO Sun Valley! Life is good, all my dreams fulfilled!"* On the way, having waved goodbye to my boys as I headed northward, I still wrestled with the obvious truth that I was going, and this was my sister's retreat.


Somewhere over the dusty farm roads of central Idaho I rolled the worry and frustration and fear around in my mouth, assessed my bravery for half a second, then snapped my teeth against the thought of insecurities. If I was going to go to Sun Valley with my sisters, I was going to do it like old times, as me, and be able to say at the end of it that I had no regrets.


So I picked up my skates, stuck on clothes, said "Hi!" to the first person I saw and promptly had a blast for the entire three days I was away.




Post-Parade: hot, sweaty, hammered rollerblade fun! Also, had less than an hour to be ready for the last night this year of the "Sun Valley on Ice" show.


The first night, less than an hour after arriving at the condo, I was absorbed into the yumminess of pie after my sisters got back from going out for dinner. Thai food, absolutely delicious, with conversations and laughter and plate swapping going on all over the place. At one point on the drive up I pulled over, due to the lightning storm, and saw an ambulance at the airport on the way into town. I ended up being nearly 2 hours late for the first "catching up" to take place, and when I entered, I came face to face with the greatest gift life can give...my sisters.


Who, it happens, are also my friends. Which I knew would delight several of my friends happily watching my Instagram updates. I went for three reasons. 

B's Three Reasons For Going To Sun Valley
  1. Sister time
  2. Laughs
  3. Skating
I found it kind of appealling, actually, that the month beforehand the Retreat had been arranged by Darlin texting us this:


There is enough room in my friend's condo for 7 people.  3 bedrooms plus a couch in the main upstairs living room. A girl's only trip for helping with my wedding flowers.


My life is so full of opportunities, and I'm shell-shocked, kind of bewildered and flattered at the same time.

I've learned so much from the long weekend away. About my sisters, about my doubts, reflexive reactions, fears and hopes. I've learned I don't laugh enough. I've learned that Darlin has a love for sharing her heart and thrift stores. I've learned.

Yet again, I've been shown by the Lord that He's just waiting to bless me. He knew of my angst and anxiety going to Sun Valley, and my determination to be with my sisters in the midst of nursing school. Then, He took my (sometimes grudging) hand when I went, and yet again poured out blessings over my head, in the shared meals my sisters all treated me to, the perceptions I had to change, the love and the forward momentum the weekend has generated, pushing me forward. Gently, deliberately, but still forward.

*Okay, so I don't say "Yippee!", except with sarcasm dripping in a steady, sticky stream off the exclamation point, but you get the idea.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Come What May (and Love it)

{Max taking a shot (top left) at the beginning of his first Jr. Grizzlies practice}

If there's one thing launching into the absolute unknown will teach you, it's that the thought "What on earth am I doing?" can move really quickly and repeatedly through your head. All day long, too. And at 4:15 in the morning.

It's the fourth semester of nursing school now, and I'm loving it. I haven't had a single moment of thinking "I've made a terrible mistake": if anything, every minute I spend there, or online on the canvas site, or even walking to and from class surrounded by people about half my age is that this is where I am meant to be. I'm feeling my intellect rise stiffly from the mud, and begin stretching, to work out the knots and cramps from sleeping so long. Even walking through the ground of the health science center is inspirational to me, with the architecture making me laugh:

or sigh in admiration:


So I know I haven't made a mistake in my decision to finish what I started all those years ago, and even a year in I can see this semester with pediatrics, obstetrics and mental health nursing are leading to a choice of career that excites me - I'm thrilled just looking at what the next year of studying will involve!

That being said, I've been chewing over this assignment for class.


Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities, Threats. 

I've got the Weaknesses listed right off the bat:
  1. Self-doubt
  2. Self-doubt. (Yes, twice - it's my biggest weakness)
  3. Inability/insane difficulty in asking for help
Opportunities are easy:
  1. RN degree that fascinates me
  2. Emerging areas for study
  3. Upcoming job interview New Head Unit Clerk job
  4. Letting my brain run free in all areas of my life
Threats (to me and my family)
  1. My sleep deprivation
  2. Not saying 'no'
  3. Time management fumbles
It's the Strengths that have taken up a significant chunk of my mental processing. What I've got so far:
  1. Communicator
  2. Passionate parent
  3. Great test taker
  4. Efficient
  5. Cool in emergency situations
  6.    ??
  7.    ......
  8.    um....
  9.    ...?...
  10. Does sarcastic humor count?
Some friends have said "Shouldn't you just be going to school? You know, the whole do something you love idea?" While the idea definitely has merit, I deliberately chose NOT to do that because:
  1. I can't think of a better way than to work within the "nursing degree" field to have those learning experiences. Yes, that includes long-hours, on-call shifts, etc.
  2. The brain fascinates me, and has for years. Doing my degree will give me a career that has so many different options and pathways I get giddy - and grin - just thinking about it.
  3. The careers through my degree are much more financially rewarding and secure than any skating related.
  4. Shhhh - it's a secret little fourth one - I'm not really sure I'm good enough to coach skating full-time for a living. Or the work that I'd end up doing (which would already be "settling" - see point 1) would take my attention away from the books and clinical's I need to complete my RN degree.
  5. I'm far more excited about simply what's involved in doing my degree than the thought of PSA certificates, and that says a whole lot as well.
So I will keep on writing on my blog, teaching for my students (even when I do get freaked out when so many people call me for lessons), plan and write some nursing diagnoses/care-plans/process recordings, all around the growth and development that my degree will put me through.

And hopefully be able to fill out a couple more of those "Strength" spots. Though looking at it right now, it sure suits the degree I've chosen!



{Max taking a knee after the 1-1/2 hour practice}

Friday, August 22, 2014

Super Nurses

2014 
Courageous 
Passionate
Confident
Gentle
Strong
Careful
Hard-working
Respectful
Intelligent 
Dedicated
Flexible
Kind
Attentive 
Caring
Go the Extra Mile
Compassionate
Not afraid of a challenge 
Comforting 
Observant 
Cheerful
Responsible


Thursday, August 21, 2014

First Day of School 2014

Today was the first day of school for my little buddies.

My boys were up, showered and fed in impeccable time and also about 15 minutes early to school.

As I drove Markus to school I began crying. This is kind of a big deal for me--Max in high school?!  It's hard to believe it is Markus' last year in elementary school. I was happy and sad and everything in between. But I made sure he knew that this was a very happy event for him. As I drove him closer to the front door I gave him a little kiss on the cheek. And he gave me a big hug in return. 

{6th Grade}
6th grade

I deeply know that Markus is a leader among his peers. He understands that there is always someone who is suffering, 
someone who struggles, someone who needs a friend and he is that friend. He is aware of others needs, and he looks out for the boys who need help or support, or just a simple smile.



Max is a genuine, happy, kind, sensitive, confident and warm boy. He usually has been and because of those wonderful traits, he will likely succeed at all he does.


10th grade 




14th grade

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Back To School Feast 2014



Well, we did it! The back to school feast was held on the day before the night before school started for my cute boys. Partly because Morgen and I started school the day before them and partly because it was a perfect night for it. 

I didn't make crowns or personalized stars, hire a photographer or buy gifts to give my boys but I did set the table with my best dinner ware and wrote on the chalkboard sign. And they seemed to enjoy the good food and time together before we are off to another school year of schedules and homework. 

Max and I prepared: 

Grilled chicken with seasoning
Tossed Caesar salad with freshly grated Parmesan cheese and homegrown tomatoes
Red ripe raspberries with vanilla bean ice cream for dessert 

The end 



Have a wonderful weekend!!!





Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Life {in bullet point form}




--Remember Blog Every Day in June? This year I am doing Blog No Days in August. It's awesome, you should try it.
--I feel the need to ease back into this. Hence, the bullet points.
--I think I may have forgotten how to write. All creative energies have been channelled elsewhere. (See what I've been up to here, if you're curious).
--[Insert grunting noises and poor grammar.]
--Morgen is officially a sophomore in college. He received his Business Calculus final results, and he aced it! Was also an A/B student in Accounting and English this summer. Pretty sweet.



--Yay, Morgen! 
-- On another note, I have been feeling so healthy lately. I haven't really lost any weight, all I do is hike with my boys and work school homework. I am brainstorming ways to keep myself in this good of shape. I like feeling this way.
--Super moon was nice.
--Morgen's 19th birthday was nice.
--Summer has been nice.
--Max got a summer lawn-mowing job that pays real money... we are excited and confused by this concept.
--That is all.

Congratulations on reading the most boring and ridiculous blog post of all time. I'll try to be better next time.... ;)





Saturday, August 2, 2014

Whitney: I mustache you a question?

How did you get to be 13 years old????