Of Good Report

My heart was brimming before I went to church today and my emotions escaped through my eyes beginning in Sacrament Meeting. I feel so very blessed to be the mother of MY children. They challenge me and help me to grow every day and they fill my heart and soul with so much love that cannot be contained.  It is so gratifying to watch them grow and to see them develop and use their talents and share their love and compassion with the world. Their testimonies are strong and their desire to do good and be good are overwhelming to me. I could not be a happier mom!  I have felt joy as I spent time with Estelle on Friday as the fourth grade classes hosted a "Mom Spa Day" at school. She painted my nails and we filled out a sheet comparing us with each other and made a craft together. Today she gave me a decorated photo of her. Emma gave me her hand made card and treat on Friday as well.  Sarah surprised me today with her sweet cards and lots of hugs and "I love you's.&quo

Sarah has been attempting to play soccer for the past few weeks. It is something new to our schedule, and something that will likely be short-lived. More than once I have forgotten to send her to her practices. They are at an awkward time, on an already busy day for our family.  Last Wednesday when there were only minutes left in her practice, Sarah said to me, "Mom, what about soccer?" "Oops!" I had forgotten again! I apologized and began expressing my frustration with myself for not getting her there.  She sweetly said to me, "I don't want you to be mad at yourself, Mom."  She is forgiving of my imperfections and I am ever so thankful. I hope I can learn to be more gentle and forgiving of myself as well. 

Salt Lake City and other cities throughout the state are trying to get rid of panhandling. It is always a bit uncomfortable to pass by someone who appears to be in need and asking for money for food or for gas money to get themselves and/or their family "home." At the same time, one wonders what their money would be used for...drugs, food, shelter for a night?  I'm pretty sure that every one of these people would have a story to tell if given the chance. Perhaps they are disabled, mentally or physically ill, or simply down on their luck. Some have served our country in a war, were uncared for by their parents, or struggling with addictions. Each story is unique and each would tug at our heartstrings. Perhaps each of them if they were listened to would be considered deserving of assistance from their fellow human beings.  There is another trend that is picking up momentum thanks to the electronic age. There is a little thing called, "GoFundMe." It is an elect

Today I attended that last PTA meeting of the year; it was my last as the president elect. Next year I will be at the helm with so very many capable people serving as the sails and the masts and the anchor and rudder. We will work together to keep up the tradition of greatness that has come before us. Nearly everyone has more experience and skills than I do. I am humbled that they have enough faith in me to have this opportunity. And by opportunity I mean I get to learn from and rub shoulders with such wonderful people who so willingly give whatever they have. As part of the meeting there some well deserved thank you's. Principal Theler shared expressed his gratitude for what the PTA mom's as well a his teachers and staff do at the school, sharing that many of the things that get done are not done by him, but he gets credit for doing it.  But the part that he shared that hit home to me the most was what he has learned from being a parent for nearly 17 years. At first, he sa

I got to spend the afternoon with my girliest of girls. What Estelle wanted most for her birthday was to go shopping. Done. We celebrated yesterday with our extended family and a couple of friends and some fruit pizzas. We cleaned the church and went to Sarah's soccer game today before the two of us got to head out.  We went to Kohl's first and found a pair of shorts. I also got a pair for Emma since she will be needing them for the summer. Next we ventured to the Mall in Provo. She found a cute dress, another pair of shorts and a shirt. She had some of her own birthday money so she also got a pair of shoes and I splurged on a set of glue-on nails to match a new outfit.  She is a good shopper. She knew what her budget was and didn't pus the limit. She is good to check prices and tries to get the most for her money. She is gracious and grateful and we had a lovely time together. We ate at Brick Oven then went to check out the work Destry has been doing for Kira Tymon o

On the day we went home, we had two cars at the hospital. The one I had driven up three days earlier and the one Destry drove up so he could be a part of the training. I had stayed in the hospital with him the whole time. Taylor chose to ride home with his dad. I was somewhat afraid to let him out of my sight, but the ride home from Primary Children's Hospital was only about 45 minutes.  I was actually afraid to leave the hospital. I wondered how they expected me to keep him alive now. I remember feelings of apprehension every time I brought home a new baby. This was similar, only magnified. In the hospital two nurses were required to count the carbs., calculate the amount of insulin, and check to see if the correct amount had been drawn out of the insulin vile. Yet, they were sending me home, by myself, after three days of training and expected to keep this boy alive.  We were to call the doctor daily. Thank goodness. That was helpful and I needed his reassurance. A unit of in