Monday, August 28, 2017

Mr. Kyle

Mr. Kyle
Our oldest son just got his first big boy job!!  He is teaching sixth grade, complete with salary and benefits!!  He has been teaching for about two weeks now.  He comes home at the end of the day exhausted and elated and ready to start the next day.  I can say that, not because he lives at home with us, but because I talk to him regularly, almost every day.  And every day ends with this sentence:  "I love my job, Mom!"

We are so happy for him!!!  Yea!!  One big boy planted!  I am sure things will change....eventually.  Because we all know that the only constant is change.  But for now, he is happy and has found a professional home.  Hooray!!!  I cannot believe I am the mother of a professional man....and I still have a first grader at home.....but that is beside the point.

He is going by Mr. Kyle, because well, Mr. Lund is his father.  (Think Crush from Finding Nemo....Dude, Mr. Turtle is my father.)  And to be honest, I really like his facial hair and his bald head.  He looks so much more professional!  When I saw him for the first time after he had shaved his head and grown out his beard, "Hey, your head's upside down!!"  He didn't think that was very funny.  I am still laughing. 😆



Wednesday, August 23, 2017

What eclipse???!!!

About a week before the eclipse, I started hearing about all of these people in my ward who were going out of town for the eclipse.  They wanted to see the whole thing.  I thought it was great....interesting.....happy for them.  But really?!  Ok.  I can see the draw.  But personally, didn't really care.  I put it on my radar anyway and did a little bit of research (like read CNN) about when it would occur.  Then since two of my children still wouldn't be in school and it was early enough in the morning, I thought I would make sure they had an opportunity to check it out.  This was the view from our house:

Totally and completely fogged in!

This is what Drew's aunt got:
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She is an amazing photographer and very creative!!!  I LOVE her work!  And of course, she is super talented!

Well, so much for the eclipse.

On to more significant matters in our home.  

The dishwasher has been down for at least a month.  About two days after it went down, we bought a new one and brought it home and put it into the kitchen.  Instead of installing it, it kind of became a kitchen island by default.  People started piling things on top of it.  

I called my plumber friend.  He was really busy and didn't give me a time table.

Now in the mean time of  washing dishes by hand, somehow, the garbage disposal was backing up into the dishwasher and the water was then stagnant and disgusting and it wreaked!  Eventually I would notice when it started leaking onto the kitchen floor.  Finally after the third or fourth time I bailed out the bottom of the dishwasher I was just done with it.  I called some random guy in the phone book and asked if he could install it.  He agreed but said he didn't have his calendar in front of him but he would call me later to schedule the time and we agreed on Tuesday.

Then, I didn't hear from him----not Saturday when I called him, not Sunday, or Monday or even Tuesday morning.  By then, I was really done and decided I could probably manage the task by myself!!  (And save myself  $140.00 in the process....).  

Let me back up.  My dad is a plumber and my uncle is a retired contractor.  I grew up watching them do things like this and helping them as I got older.  So before I called people in, I watched some youtube videos about changing out the dishwasher.  Then I decided that I really didn't want to do that so I called for help.  Then after waiting for a moth, I decided I was done with that and made the decision to do it myself!  Grumble!

Monday I had purchased all of the supplies I thought I would need so they would be available for the repair guy.  So on Tuesday when he still had not called, I decided to just dive into it.  I removed the dishwasher from the box, laid it on its back and hooked up the electrical cord, recognized it came with a drain hose (Awesome!!  I can return that!), and then attached the 90 degree adapter and water supply hose to the bottom of the dishwasher.  As I was evaluating, I recognized that the hose I got was too small to reach to the water turn off valve under the sink---back to the hardware store to replace the hose.  I replaced the hose.  Then I turned the water under the sink off and flipped the circuit breaker and unplugged the old dishwasher and unhooked it from the water supply.  I took the front plate off of the old dishwasher and realized they had laid the wood floor in front of the old dishwasher and it was going to be obnoxious to get the old one out.  (This entire process had taken me two and half hours---but I had blocked out the day for the dishwasher guy anyway, so I might as well spend my time wisely!)  At this point, I laid on the floor, a bit overwhelmed at the process.

I decided that I would eat lunch, feed my kids, and after lunch reevaluate my position.

Guess who called at 11:30?  The handy man guy.  He told me that he had lost my number and hadn't been able to find it and did I still want him to come over and take care of that dishwasher today.  At this point, I was thinking, look, I have done most of the work.  All that is left is taking the old one out and putting the new one it.  I am not paying $140.00 for you to come and finish it off.  So I told him I was good and half way through the job.  It wasn't until I got off of the phone that I realized, 'Wait a minute!  You lost my number?  I texted it to you!!  It was in your phone!  You mean to tell me that your phone has been missing for three days?  Or are you just so disorganized that you couldn't manage it?  Or were you lying to me?'  Either way, I don't think you are the guy I want doing this job.  Sianara!

After lunch and my phone call, I was much more resolved to tackling this dishwasher!!  I managed to lift the dishwasher in its place and screw in one foot.  YES!!  Then it took another hour to screw in the other foot and I had to recruit Smiley because I couldn't lift and screw at the same time.  We finally got it done and then we tried to pull the old one out.  It went pretty well, until we noticed that the water supply line I unhooked was actually the refrigerator supply line.  The dishwasher was hooked up behind the dishwasher!!  What?  That is crazy!  Oh well.  I turned that water supply line off and unhooked the dishwasher.  Out it came!  Easy.  Then I saw all of the rat droppings under where the dishwasher had been.  Fabulous!  It took me another hour to find disposable gloves and clean up that mess.  Gross!!

I moved the old dishwasher and positioned the new one, shoving hoses and the power supply line through the holes in the cabinets.  Then I hooked up the dishwasher drain line to the garbage disposal.  I went to plug it in and thought that I probably should hook the water up first.  As I went to hook up the water, I realized my supply line fitting was 3/8 inch but my pipe which supplied the water was much bigger.  Great!  They don't fit!  GRRRRRR!!  Now I have to go and find another hose!  Back to the hardware store!

I found the plumbing guy and explained my problem.  He didn't quite understand what I was talking about.  But I was prepared for that because I am a woman and not very many men believe that I am the one doing these things at my house.  I had a photo!!!  So I showed him the problem. 

 Hmmmm....  he was stumped and started doing the things I had already done, like looking for a hose that is 3/8 on one end, but 3/4 on the other.....(because I measured the pipe before I went to the store!  Bright thinking!).  Then, in the store, I realized that if I could just find a pipe adapter, then I could use that instead of buying a new hose!  So we started looking for that......but we couldn't find one.  He gave me another 90 degree elbow, 3/4 on one end and 3/8 on the other and told me to use that.  That counsel didn't sit right with me.  So I googled plumbing supply stores (remember we are a very little town!!) and went to a building supply store nearby.  They were no help.  I texted my plumbing friend.  He sent me to a different store.  I went there.

They were much more helpful!!  He validated that my feelings that the first hardware guy solution wouldn't work was correct and he got me all the parts that I needed to make it work, including another hose...but 1/2 on one end and 3/8 on the other.  As I was driving home from all of this running around, my daughter called to remind me that she had music rehearsal in fifteen minutes and would I be home soon?  Really??!!!  Yes, I am on my way.  At this point, I was ready to cry!!  How am I going to get this finished so we can just manage dinner!!

I picked her up to take her over there and as I was pulling away, saw my six year old, totally dejected on the sidewalk.  I think he had come running out to see us at the car and we pulled away before we saw him.  Then Sun said, Mom some truck was just pulling up to the house as we pulled away.  What??  I had better go around the block and make sure Spike Spike got into the house and some random stranger doesn't think that we drove away leaving him alone!

When I pulled around the block, and parked behind the truck, I realized it was my plumber friend!!!  Yea!!!  Heavenly Father loves me!!!  I ran in, gave him the run down.  And he said, well, you won't need this or this.  But this should fix it!  And then he stayed and finished installing my dishwasher!!  It took him half an hour!!  I was so grateful!!!  I offered to pay him.  He said no.  I told him I would make him bread for six weeks!!!  He said, Deal!

Then Drew took me to Costco to pick up dinner and get some ice cream to celebrate!  Today I have to return all of those unnecessary hardware products!

But here is what I know:  Heavenly Father loves me and listens to me.....and even when I don't ask, He is aware of me and what I am struggling with.  I had been waiting for the dishwasher to get fixed for over a month.  I had been trying to contact my plumber friend for a month!  I am capable of doing hard things....even when I don't know how or think I can.  There are people who can help me if I ask.  And when I am up against things I don't understand, Heavenly Father will send someone to help...especially if I am at a breaking point.  When I try to take care of the things He wants me to do, He has my back even when it is just silly things that I want to do.  I am so grateful that He loves me!!!  He loves you too and He will do those things for you!
A sunset at our house...when it isn't foggy.




Sunday, August 20, 2017

Well..........


Well......

My blogging percentage is wwwwwaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy down, just in case you hadn't noticed!  But here is an up to date family photo!!

Crazy stuff happened in our family over the last few months.  Our missionary came home.  We dropped Sport and Speedy off at BYU Provo with Spanky and Scuff.  Slim got a job teaching sixth grade!!  We are all dying!  And we cannot wait until it has been a few weeks. He really is an amazing man and a great teacher!  But he has a lot of work to do in the patience department, but he is ready!

The biggest news since I last blogged is that they released Drew as the Bishop.  He served on the High Council for four months, specifically serving with the YSA in the area.  Two weeks ago, they called him to be our stake patriarch!!  He will do a great job, I am sure.  His first blessing is tonight.

I cannot believe we are growing up so fast!  Six of our ten children are out of the house and adults.  Five are returned missionaries----five!  Speedy will turn in his papers at the end of this next school year.  Sun is 16!  Shorty isn't 'shorty' anymore and is 14.  Even Smiley is taller than me!!  He is home schooling this year.  And Spike Spike is in the first grade, and now is so large that I cannot scoop him out of bed and carry him to the living room for family prayers in the morning.  I am not quite sure how I am going to make sure he gets there.  Maybe Shorty will have to do it.

If I could summarize the last year that I have not really been blogging, I guess I would have to tell you that I have completed A LOT of emotional work.  I have uncovered a lot of unresolved emotional issues, Drew and I have worked out a lot of communication issues (through a lot of miscommunication and then having to resolve it), and I have a more realistic picture of who others are and thus my expectations of them can be more in line with their abilities and my feelings are less hurt because I am not hoping for behavior from them that is unrealistic.  I am sorry you are not getting any detail for those things.  I am pretty sure that is why I wasn't blogging.  I didn't know how to 'not say' the details of my emotional journey.  The results, however, are wonderful!  I can cry when my feelings are hurt, usually in the moment, which is sometimes embarrassing.....but I am getting there.  I am not usually stuffing my feelings with food because I am not trying to hide from them.  As a consequence, I am eating differently and dropping weight without paying any attention to it.  I am now below 200, which is about 25 pounds that just went away.  I still have a lot of work to do.  I am no where near finished and I know I have some big emotional hurdles coming at me....like a freight train.  Those will not be fun.  But I feel more confident in myself and my emotions and less like I have 'to be' something for someone else.  I can just be me....drama and all.

I am still teaching seminary. Tomorrow is our first day!  Book of Mormon this year!  I am super excited because I feel like I know the Book of Mormon, where with the other books of scripture, I had to learn them.  I knew some of the stories, but not like I know the Book of Mormon.  The Spirit has been trying to take me out of my comfort zone to create a new comfort zone.  I have been so scared to teach outside of the manual that it has stifled my teaching.  Over the past few months, I have spoken in church twice (twenty minutes each), and at camp three nights (60 minutes each), and done so without notes.  I have a baptism coming up, where I am supposed to do that again.  It is a new experience trying to speak completely from the Spirit without prior notes or sources.  I am sure it has been practice for teaching this year as I choose to teach my students, using the material but not completely leaning on the material.  I know I can do it, I have just been afraid to do it on an every day basis.  So pray for me, this year as I teach :-)

I have also learned that big boys still need their mom.  Slim calls me almost every day.  Spanky and Speedy call sometime during the week.  Scuff and Sport call maybe monthly.  I do love talking to them, and when we do talk, I am reminded of how much I love them and really like having adult children!!

I think I am going to start slowly--blogging, I mean.  I really don't know how often I will write.  But I do know it is time to get back into the saddle, so here I am.  Have a great Sabbath Day!!
Love,


Thursday, March 30, 2017

That Whole Agency Thing.....

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I am not even sure where to start......

Blogging for me is therapeutic.  There is no other way to say it.  It is here that I process my feelings, as scary as that is.  Not that I need to write for the world to know the innermost thoughts of my heart, but writing allows me to access that part of myself.  For some reason, with the business of the world, I just never seem to get back to there.  But when I write, I reach down into my soul and pull the words out.  Gosh it feel so good!!!

Our life has been super challenging.  Over the holidays and right after, I think we were sick for about eight weeks straight!  I kept Spike Spike home from school for three weeks because we just could not get control of his asthma.  Then when I finally did send him back to school, he was there for four days and came home with pneumonia.  I was sick during that time too, and sleep deprived.  We have had car issues, and work drama, school drama, ward drama.......stuff everywhere!  I don't know that I need to go into all of it, but how grateful I am for General Conference coming up this weekend!!

It is one of the two times during the year when I get to just sit at home and soak up the Spirit without any expectations for my behavior.  I tune the rest of the world out!  I am busy that weekend!  Sorry!  Deal with it!!!!  (Although to be honest, Sun does have a rehearsal on Saturday.....but she is only going to one hour in between sessions instead of the two hours they have scheduled.)  And this General Conference will be even more wonderful!!!  For the first time in 5 and 1/2 years, my husband won't be the Bishop!!!

Drew was released last Sunday.

Happy, happy day!!  I do not mean to sound ungrateful.  Serving our ward has been a wonderful gift.  I know we have received blessings for his service.   But you know what?!  We have not received one phone call for the Bishop in almost a week.  No extra meetings.  No drop by's.  No 'please tell your husband' texts.  We need some down time.  My husband does not exactly run fast, and I think he has been running faster than he likes to for about 5 1/2 years.

Over the last six months, I have been really struggling with some very deep seated sadness.  It isn't anything recent, in fact it is really, really old.  I have recognized that I do not have expectations of others, because the person I do have them of and their importance to me is so completely disappointing that I have buried it way down deep, and I have been carrying it around for a long, long time.  Over the last year, the Spirit has helped me to see that is what I have been doing and over the last six months, He has been trying to convince me to let it go and turn it back over to Heavenly Father.  I have been holding on for about 40 years now thinking that if I just wait and hope and pray a little longer, things will change.  Finally, the Spirit has prevailed and helped me to see that the thing I desire most is completely out of my control and not even in my wheelhouse of stewardship.  In fact, it is completely the responsibility of someone else and I have to be OK if they choose to use their agency in such a way that my expectations are actually unrealistic.  That has been super painful to face.  I don't think I have been able to write simply because it has been so very painful and how do I process all of that publicly anyway??  You don't ....which is why I haven't been writing.

I have written here and there in my journal, but it isn't the same.  Most of my journalling (I am making that a verb, even if spell check doesn't like it.....), is done in the morning while I am trying to plan my seminary lesson.  And I don't know about you, but as soon as I get one lesson out of the way, I have to teach another one tomorrow, so it isn't even like I have time to process.  Plus, the New Testament isn't exactly my area of expertise.  It has been a long year.  I am really glad it is almost over.

I love teaching! Love it!  I love my kids!!!  I have SIX Seniors!!!  We have really had some amazing discussions and really had a lot of fun in our classroom.  I am really sad they are all going to be graduating.  I know that is what is best for them.  But next year I have zero Seniors....well, one inactive one.  And I am always disappointed that more of my class doesn't come more often.  That is another place where I just have no control.  That whole agency thing again.

When I was a younger mother and we had first moved here, I visit taught an amazing woman who I loved and looked up to.  She had lots of teenagers and some grown kids too.  One day during our visit, she told me that she wasn't sure she like this whole agency thing.  I just couldn't wrap my head around why she felt that way.  I am starting to get it.

Watching people I love use their agency to make mistakes or unwise choices has been really hard for me.  I pray for peace.  I try not to pray for understanding.  I pray to see them as the Lord does.  I pray for love and the ability to be kind even when I do not agree.

Having studied enough development, I should be able to understand and reason that most people do not make decisions they disagree with.  If they are following a given course of behavior, it is usually because whatever they have reasoned out in their minds is what they think is best for them.  I can kind of get that.  But where I really struggle is when I know they have information that should lead them to want to follow God's way, and yet, they just choose not to do that.  So far, that has not been my children.  But it is people very close to me.  People who I love.  People who I want to be with me in eternity.  But people who are making other choices and their mortal time of decision making is almost over.  I think as the time is drawing closer and closer for them to cross the veil, I am facing more and more grief every day.  I am recognizing that I have to turn it over to my Father in Heaven or it will eat me alive.

I am still functioning and taking care of my family and my class.  But there is a lot more crying---which I know is good.  It is not depression.  It is just a sign of how much grief and loss is in there.  I asked in my prayers the other day, why, why is it so difficult for me?  Why is there so much grief over this loss?  Why can't I just say, well, that's how it is and that's their choice.  Oh well!  I should be happy with the response.  But it just makes me more sad.  The answer was because I love so deeply.  Well, if I didn't, then it wouldn't hurt so bad would it?  Sometimes I wish I could just function that way.  That's not the right answer, by the way.....

See??!!  Look what I did?  A few paragraphs in and already down to the core.  That didn't take too long.  Now the tears are coming.

I really just need to reframe the whole situation.  I REALLY need to give it back to my Father in Heaven.  He loves them more than I do.  He can help them more than I can.  It is not my job.  But I certainly wanted it to be my success.  Maybe that is part of the problem.  I really struggle with the results of things.  I measure how well I did my job by statistics and the success and choices of my people.  That is not a true measure.  And those things don't belong to me.  That whole agency thing again......

Thanks for listening, Blogsphere......
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It is obviously a work in progress and I am no where near finished.



Sunday, November 6, 2016

Little people need you......

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I had an experience this last week that I wanted to share.  Spike began attending kindergarten at the start of the school year.  I go and help in his class once a week, but only for about an hour.  The children know me, but I am not ever present so they do not have the same kinship with me as they do with their teacher---which is fine.

Over the last couple of weeks, as I have dropped Spike off for class, one of his classmates has been having a really difficult time with school.  Every morning she is crying because she doesn't want to be there.  It is just heartbreaking to watch this totally sweet, innocent little brown eyed girl with flowing long brown hair, sobbing with her fingers in her mouth because she is sad about being at school.

On Tuesday, she was again having a hard time.  Grandma had dropped her off and she wouldn't even come into the classroom.  We had arrived just as class was about to start, so I thought I would help out the teacher and see if she would talk to me so the teacher could manage the other 20 students in the classroom.

At first, she wasn't very keen on speaking to me.  But I eventually won her heart and she opened up to me.  As we talked, she shared how much she really just wanted to give her grandma one more hug before she left.  And she shared how difficult it is to go to school every day without her sister there.  Her sister had been there last year as a 2nd grader while this little person was in transitional kindergarten.  I tried to help her see that kindergarten wouldn't last that long and she would be picked up soon and that she had already done 49 days of kindergarten and she could do one more.  During our conversation, she let me know that she wouldn't be picked up after kindergarten.  She had daycare until her mom or grandma got off of work.

At that point, I kind of stopped.  Wait a minute.  You mean you are five years old, and your day starts before 8 a.m. and you don't get picked up until 6 p.m.----Every DAY?!!  And you did this last year when you were four?  You are five, and you are putting in more than a forty-hour week?!!
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Now, I am not trying to blame the parents.  I know some parents are in situations where that is the reality of their existence in order to take care of their family.  And maybe this is one such family.  However, the stress it is putting on this little person is obvious!  She is not getting her emotional needs met, at five, because she is being pushed to do more than realistically should be expected of a five year old.

Childhood is so very, very short!!  It just broke my heart that those circumstances are the reality of her day. It was so upsetting to me, that when Spike had a doctor's appointment at 10 that morning, I didn't bother to bring him back to school.  I decided that at least one little person in the world could just come home and play, and be five---the whole day.

When I returned to school that afternoon to pick up Spike's back pack (because I had intended on taking him back to school after his appointment), the teacher thanked me for helping her little student that morning.  I didn't feel like I had done much.  But then, I opened up my heart to her and just shared my feelings with her and why I hadn't brought Spike back to school.  I didn't think that was that big of a deal either.

But then a miracle happened.
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The next day, Spike and I were late to class.  Spike's teacher is excellent about starting class on time.  As we walked into class, the children were still playing, 10 minutes into class.  There was a happy buzz about the classroom.  Everyone was just doing their own thing with or without friends.  But the energy in the room was very happy and relaxed.  The teacher and I talked for a few minutes.  She shared with me that my comments the day before had prompted her to let the kids 'just be kids' and to enjoy their classroom and relax.  She said that when it was time for school to start, her little emotional person had just gotten settled with a group of girls and after thinking about how hard life it sometimes, she had decided that she just needed to let them play.

I don't have any idea how long she let them go before she decided that she needed to 'get them on task'.  I don't even know if that conversation carried over for more than one day.  But for that day, it made a difference in the emotional development of at least four people, probably more.

We really don't know how small and insignificant behaviors affect others.  I didn't think my thoughts were very profound, and certainly I was not purporting an agenda or trying to sway the masses.  I just shared the innermost thoughts of my heart with another person--thoughts about how difficult life is for one little girl and how much she is struggling just maintain it from day to day.  I am not trying to blame others for her circumstances or theirs.......just making observations, and wishing life was just a little easier and a little less demanding.

Take time out!!  Especially for the little people.  They were not made to run as fast as we like to think we should.  In fact, maybe they are in our lives to make us stop and slow down.  If anything I have learned after having nine children, there is nothing more important than the emotional needs of our little people.  If we want them to become the kind of people who will change the world for the better, it is up to us to stop the world and validate that they matter!  What they think and what they want and what they need!  They are valuable!  They are important!  And it is out job to protect them and remind them of their importance and of our love!
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