Friday, December 30, 2016

Reflections on Resolutions

My brain has been full of thoughts of resolutions. 2016 has been a particularly difficult year, not one that I would choose to repeat. Many of the circumstances of 2016 have been outside my control, but I have been mindful of what is in my power to do differently next year.

However, there are a few things that I would continue to do.

  1. Learn. I was faced with the choice over and over to become bitter and hopeless, or to pull some sort of lesson out of the mess. Some lessons have been minor, others life-altering. I have learned so much this year. Bryan and I agree that we are not the same family that started this year: we are better, kinder, closer. We have learned so much this year.
  2. Listen. This was my word for 2016. I wanted to listen to my children, listen to Bryan, listen to other loved ones, and listen to the Holy Ghost with more attention and focus. I have not always succeeded. Some days my brain felt split in too many pieces as I tried to listen to everyone at once. But occasionally I would realize that I was listening with my whole brain. Listening and learning go hand in hand.
  3. Grow. This has been a year of growth. All that learning and listening had to lead somewhere. I finally feel like I've become a real, actual grown-up. I have grown in understanding and patience and ability. I have grown weary of pettiness and unkindness. I have grown even fonder of quiet moments and soft snuggles. I have grown in my awareness of my own inadequacies and shortcomings.
What will I change next year? I feel that my normal list of goals will be inadequate to help me meet 2017. So, here are a few things I want to work on.
  1. Be present. Present is my word for 2017. I want to be in the moment more rather than appear to be paying attention while actually thinking about something else entirely. Wouldn't continuing to listen cover this? No, I can listen to what you're saying while still thinking about other things. But that just makes me feel stressed and fractured. I want by brain and my eyes and my ears and all of me to be in the same place at the same time.
  2. Prepare. I feel like I'm always racing to finish one project or meal or chore, only to move right on to some other emergency that needs my attention RIGHT THIS SECOND! Part of this is simply the nature of having children; it is hard for them to distinguish between immediate and future wants and needs. But another part is my natural tendency to procrastinate everything I possibly can. The semester that Bryan and I got engaged I didn't procrastinate anything. I was totally ahead in all my homework and housework. It was magical. I'd like to recreate that magic. Yes, it does seem to contradict my first goal of being present, but I believe that if I plan and prepare more in advance, I will really give myself the brain space I need to be present. This means organizing my time and sleep more effectively, both of which have continuously eluded me.
  3. Forgive. Forgiveness is a process, at least for me. I'll have a few good days where my heart feels free of hurt and sorrow, then I'll be punched in the gut with a remembrance of some of those hard things from 2016. By continuing to study and embrace the Atonement, and by repeatedly forgiving the small things, I hope to shed the last vestiges of pain and have a fully forgiving heart.
So long 2016. Welcome 2017.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Living In The Past

"I wish I was a baby when I was born." -Sophie, just because.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Treasure Hunters

Phoebe and Sophie have discovered the baby game. They crawl around, use whiny voices to speak gibberish, and act completely helpless. It is not my favorite activity. As they started to play it today, I did my best to redirect them. "Why don't you play something else?" And I gave several choices.

Nope, nothing was as good as babbling and rolling on the floor.

Then, in a moment of inspiration, I suggested that they could be treasure hunters. This caught their interest. "Is there a real treasure?!" Quick mom, think fast, do you have a treasure somewhere? I was pretty sure they would find something fun, or that I could go hide something quickly.

My brother Jordan, who is visiting us for a few days, surreptitiously pulled a small box of chocolate from his pocket and slipped it behind a couch cushion.

"Yes," I said, "there's a treasure."

Off they went, scurrying around the house, searching for their prize. They soon enticed Cooper to join their cause, but they weren't having any luck. Phoebe announced defeat several times, then plunged back into the fray. Finally, she asked for a clue.

I looked at the messy couch cushions and suggested that if she did a little tidying up she might find a treasure. A look of understanding passed over her face. Hands on hips, head cocked to one side, she turned to me to share her epiphany.

"Oh I get it, the treasure is a clean house."

Maybe I've talked too much about how wonderful a clean house is?

Peter finally found the chocolate, and there was much rejoicing.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

On the Second Day of Christmas

Yesterday, in addition to enjoying a delicious melt-in-your-mouth roast dinner, Bryan and the kids worked together on the big family Christmas gift. They built a computer.





 
We're all happy to have a family computer in a central location. This should make homework much easier.

Monday, December 26, 2016

Tradition! Tradition!

Merry Second Day of Christmas! What was that? You didn't have a second day of Christmas at your house? Well, we did, kind of out of necessity. Our ward combined with the other ward that meets in the building for a special, short, one-hour meeting yesterday. And that meeting was at 11 AM.

We know that it takes us a long time to pull ourselves together for church, so we needed to make a plan. We asked the kids what they wanted to do on Sunday: Get up early and open gifts fast, then get all gussied up, go to church in time to find a seat, and be ready to sing with the choir? Just do stockings and maybe one present before church and save the rest for later? Wait until after church for everything and have a fancy breakfast instead?

Much to our surprise, they chose the last option. That means that we all slept in until nearly eight o'clock on Christmas morning, had a nice cinnamon roll breakfast, got dressed and were out the door and at church with enough time to sit near the front of the very full chapel, and only had a few complaints about waiting even longer to get to those packages under the tree.

As we were getting dressed, I realized that we had semi-accidentally coordinated our outfits. I say semi because the girls had new matching blue and silver dresses that of course they wanted to wear, I wore a red sweater and Bryan picked a red and blue tie, so I asked the boys to wear red and blue ties. Add on combed/brushed hair and suddenly we looked like we had planned our unintentionally patriotic holiday attire.



And that's why, after a nice Sacrament Meeting, we tortured ourselves by taking fancy family pictures in our library instead of getting to the business of Christmas. We finally finished (and got at least one very nice picture and several where Bryan has no head because he is a particularly tall human) and changed back into our Christmas Eve pajamas. By the way, I bought myself the warmest, most comfortable, most unflattering pjs ever. I reviewed some pictures from Christmas and wow, they look awful, but they feel so good.

Our family tradition on Christmas morning is that Bryan and I go downstairs (or out to whatever room is housing the tree), we make sure the stockings are still where we placed them the night before, then we turn on Christmas music. That music is the signal the kids, who are usually waiting at the top of the stairs (or in their rooms) recognize. It means "Come open presents!" Peter asked that we do the same thing this year, even though it wasn't the morning. So after we had changed our clothes and taken a few minutes to tidy and put away folded laundry (the laundry fairy must have taken the holiday off), the kids ran upstairs to wait.

I scurried around, gathering the stockings and placing them just so. Because we stick to our gift giving poem ("something they want, something they need, something to wear, something to read") and only give four gifts each, I tried to make the stockings extra fun.




I got Bryan his own Sonic Screwdriver because, well, I thought it was cool.

The kids delighted in handing out gifts they had chosen for our family, and enjoyed opening their own presents. By the time we finished our slow, one-gift-at-a-time routine, it was late in the afternoon. We forgot to pull the roast out before church so it could come to room temperature, but when we realized our mistake, it was too late to have dinner ready on time. So, we decided not to stress and simply bumped Christmas dinner to today. That opened the rest of yesterday for calling family, sending holiday messages, and succumbing to the hypnotic click of new Christmas LEGO.



We enjoyed a delicious dinner of poached eggs and waffles, courtesy of Bryan's gift of a lovely new waffle iron to me. It was wonderful not to be anxious about the time and getting a fancy dinner on the table. Maybe Christmas dinner on December 26 should be a new family tradition?

Friday, December 23, 2016

Christmas Joy

I sat down to write my blog post three hours ago, after movie night and bedtime where complete. A few minutes after I turned on my computer, Bryan asked if I would help him with a project in the basement. I looked at my screen, debated for a moment, then shut my laptop and headed downstairs.

When he and I finished our task, rather than jumping right back on the computer, I decided to take a few minutes to head up to my room and wrap the final Christmas gift for our little family. While there, I finalized the last of the stocking items, then headed back to the main floor to deliver the package to its new home under the tree. While I was wrapping, Peter, who had been told that he was in charge of putting himself to bed during Christmas break, asked if I would play a game with him. Again, I contemplated for a moment, knowing that I still needed to write this post, then said yes.

Peter and I just finished playing Monopoly. It was a fun game, though we both ran out of steam before we got to the end. Instead of spending my evening writing, I spent it with my family, doing service and making happy memories.

I love Christmas. I love the lights and the songs and the decorations. I love the coziness and the baking. I love the time spent with my family. I love the invitation to focus on the birth and life of the Savior. This last week for my personal scripture reading I reviewed the records of Christ's birth found in the New Testament and the Book of Mormon. I have been mindful of Him as our family has participated in the Light the World campaign. I have prayed deeply to have a better understanding of the Atonement and to find peace in the midst of a terrible challenge I've been facing. All of these things have helped me feel joy and gratitude for Heavenly Father, who sent his son, and to that Son who was born and taught and led and died that we might return with our families to our Father again.

I have a testimony that we truly do have the opportunity to live as families for eternity. But would you want to spend forever with people you don't get along with? Or don't really know? Tonight I spent time with my family. I plan to do that for the entire next week. And that's how I can best honor the Savior at this special time of year, by cultivating some of the most important relationships I'll ever have.

Merry Christmas.

Thursday, December 22, 2016

The (Sort Of) Tour

The kids and I spent time getting the house tidy after school today. Once they were all in bed, I looked around at the hung pictures and the Christmas decor and realized that this was the perfect opportunity to take pictures of at least a few rooms. Ready for a mini-tour?

This is what you see when you walk in through the front door. 


Here's a closer look at the mantel.


Next to the faux-fireplace is a short hallway. The first door leads to the basement, the second door goes to the laundry room (which is essentially a hallway to the garage), and the third is the bathroom door. There's a coat closet on the wall you can't see. On the other side of that wall you can glimpse the edge of the family room and the TV cabinet.


There's that hallway again, but this time you can see the coat closet. And there's more of the family room, including the Christmas tree and the homework desk in the far corner next to the sideboard. The playroom is visible on the right edge of the picture.


Here's the former dining room, current playroom. That wall of pictures took a slightly ridiculous amount of time, and it's still somewhat unbalanced. I haven't decided yet if I'm going to alter it.


Again, here's a closer look.


Now you can see that the playroom is right next to the front door.


And here's a glimpse of the library on the other side of the front door.


And now we're back to the fireplace, with a different glimpse of the library on the other side of the stairs. At the top of the stairs you can see the entrance to the girls' room (the dark open space) and the upstairs bathroom (where that sliver of light is shining from).


That concludes our tour for tonight!

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

The Fire Drill

Peter is finishing up his final requirements to earn his Webelos badge and his Arrow of Light award before he turns eleven. One of the elective adventures available is about film making. Tonight, between piano lessons and cub scouts, he made a stop motion movie about a family fire drill we had last week. He slowed it way down so you can make sense of what's going on.

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Where's Cooper?

Cooper performed in his school's First Annual Third-Grade Christmas Musical today. He had a great time on-stage. Can you find him in the mass of elementary school students?


He spent all three of his numbers in the upstage right corner. I'm not sure if he put himself there or if the teacher was in charge of the placement. Whoever was responsible, it was kind of hard to see him. This is the best picture I got. Cooper is wearing a black hat and a blue and gray plaid scarf. Can you find him?


Afterward we hugged him and high-fived and told him how much we enjoyed his show. And that made Cooper beam.

Monday, December 19, 2016

Wish List

I found Cooper's Christmas list while I was cleaning out the van today. That kid dreams big.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Dance Dance Revolution

Peter discovered how to take slow motion movies using my phone. They're hilarious and weird and quite fun. I've turned on automatic upload for all the pictures taken with my phone, which means that minutes after the photo is snapped, they're backed-up online. My Google account will sometimes stitch the pictures together to create movies or slideshows or photo albums. Most recently, GIFs have started appearing. It didn't occur to me until now that I could share them here.

I present two GIFs pulled directly from a slow motion movie that Peter made one morning before school. Happy Friday!



Thursday, December 15, 2016

Arctic Chill

It is currently 12 degrees outside. If you're thinking "Oh that's cold, but not too cold," let me give you additional information. It is 12 degrees, but, according to the weather app on my phone, it feels like it's -1 degree. The last time I ventured out of doors today it was still 20 degrees, and even then it was painful. I'm in my bed, under the covers, wearing thick socks and several layers of clothing, and I'm still cold.

I am very thankful for a roof over our heads. It's cold inside, but not nearly as cold as it is outside.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Tuck and Roll

A word of advice: if your two-year-old, who is adept at doing somersaults, invites you to do one as well, say no thank you. Otherwise there's a good chance that you're thirty-six-year-old body will realize it's not as agile as it once was and you may spend the rest of the day sans your full range of neck/shoulder/head motion.

And if you choose to do the somersault, at least remember to tuck your chin to your chest. Holding your grownup sized self with only your head and neck muscles will feel, well, it won't feel great.

That is all.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Dueling Performances

Cooper is preparing to preform with his fellow third-graders in their school's Holiday Concert. He's enjoying the experience so much that he's started writing scripts and choreographing dance numbers in his spare time. He takes after his mom in these areas. Phoebe is always game to participate.

Sophie wanted to "do ballet" for the movie. Oh, and she's begun in earnest the potty-training process, but you might be able to tell that from her song...

Monday, December 12, 2016

Bet You Didn't Know the Floor of Target Was This Comfortable

Don't worry, she wasn't down there for long. In related news, Sophie prefers the toy section to the clothing section. Who knew?

Friday, December 9, 2016

Edelweiss

As part of our nightly bedtime routine, each child picks a song for Bryan or I to sing or play. Phoebe likes to stick with Christmas favorites (regardless of what time of year it is) and rotates between Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Away In a Manger, and Silent Night. Cooper goes for a medley of Hush Little Baby and one verse (it's different each night) of I Am a Child of God. Sophie actually gets several songs because she asks for a playlist I've curated of classical music featured on Little Einsteins. Her favorites are Eine Kleine Nachtmusik by Mozart, Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven, and Peer Gynt Suite No. 1 by Grieg. Peter almost always asks for Edelweiss from The Sound of Music.

I was nearly done singing Peter's song tonight when I registered a few of the words in a way I'd never heard them before. "Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever." Now, the song is talking about a pretty little white flower and the patriarch of the Von Trapp family is wishing for its, and his homeland's, safety.

But suddenly I wasn't singing about a flower. I was singing about a boy born during winter, one that has been uprooted and replanted far too many times. A boy who is growing tall in body and mind and spirit.

I finished the song and I said, " Peter, my hope for you is the same as the singer's hope for the flower in the song. I hope that you bloom and grow forever." And then we talked for just a few minutes about what that means.

That insight was a tender mercy for this mom. And maybe for that not-so-little boy going through a hard time. He has the ability and capacity to bloom and grow and flourish, sometimes despite opposition, and sometimes because of it.






Thursday, December 8, 2016

Hard Things

Why, hello there.

Did you miss me yesterday? Did you notice I was gone? I noticed, but the day was so full, I didn't have a chance to write anything until after midnight. I've run into this problem before, and I usually post something really quickly and backdate the publishing time. But last night I was just done. I feel like I've been running, burning the candle at both ends, juggling too much for too long, basically the whole time we've been in PA. And last night I was simply too tired.

Because, you see, it's been a difficult few weeks. Lots of very hard emotional stuff has been going on. I'm going to be obnoxious and not go into details, because not all of the details are mine to share. But at least one thing I can tell you is this: Peter is being bullied at school. A lot. He's been punched and kicked and pushed to the floor. Kids have called him stupid and other names on a regular basis. And on Tuesday one of Peter's classmates told Peter, "Everyone wishes you were dead."

So.

We've spent the last two days talking with and listening to Peter. We've notified the school and counseled with our parents. Bryan gave Peter a lovely blessing of comfort that reminded him of his natural gift for happiness. We spent several hours last night trying to figure out what to do.

And that is why I didn't blog. My heart and my mind were simply too tired.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Odd Duck

Bryan, knowing that I love to collect nativities, and understanding that my preferences lean toward the uncommon, found me a new set this year. He told me that it was very unusual and that the kids would love it. He was right. It even surpasses my quirky expectations.

Today, Sophie and I were playing with both our finger puppet and new rubber duck nativities. After I had everyone setup, Sophie added another character to the scene.

Can you tell you doesn't belong?


Monday, December 5, 2016

Shape Up

Sophie and I had a rather epic shopping trip today. I thought it would be a quick in and out after we dropped the kids off at school.

I was wrong.

We were in Walmart for four hours today. Four consecutive hours. In Walmart. With two birthdays and Christmas to prepare for, December is a rather costly month at our house. But good news! After today, most of the draining of our funds is complete and we're nearly ready for the upcoming events.

The following conversation took place as we parked in front of the store.

Sophie: That's a triangle.

Me: Do you see a triangle? Where?

Sophie: There. Those birds fly in a triangle. That's a shape.

She's right, that is a shape.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Artists-In-Training

My Grandma flew home today. Last night she and the kids had one more art lesson before our family artist returned to the land of sunshine and warmth. She taught them to paint a Halloween scene and a winter scene. When we painted pumpkins back at the beginning of her stay, we discovered that Sophie likes to paint her own picture, and also likes to add to everyone else's. This time she had her own table with a wide selection of finger paints. And, as far as I know, she only painted on one canvas that wasn't hers.

That's progress.




Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Colorful Adventure

Sophie, Grandma Bonnie, and I had an adventure today while the others were at work and school. We explored the Crayola Experience. It's been so long since I had only one child with me at something like this, it was both relaxing and disconcerting. I kept thinking I should be counting and keeping track of all four kids instead of one. Aside from my mental discombobulation, we had fun.

Since we went during school hours, we basically had our run of the place. There were a few school groups there, but none of the exhibits were crowded. Sophie loved the colorful playground and would have stayed much longer if she'd had the opportunity.



Sophie wasn't always in the mood to take pictures.



She loved this interactive, projected game. Whenever she walked away the crayons went to sleep, which would then prompt her to go running back to them yelling, "Wake up!" She's got lots of practice since she sometimes wakes the kids up for school in the morning.


Every time she stepped on the popcorn kernels the image would change into popped popcorn.


We stopped by the gift shop on our way out and found all three of the boys in our family represented in magnet form. Sadly, there was no name-branded love for the girls.



We got back from our outing just in time to whisk the big kids off to piano, thus giving Sophie a nice long chance to nap in the car in the late afternoon.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

The Second Wind

Tonight I was tired, like fall-asleep-in-my-soup tired. You know, if there had been soup. I almost fell asleep while I was getting Sophie to bed for the night. Then a bit later I almost fell asleep talking to my Grandma and again while talking to Bryan. I knew I needed to get in bed quickly before my second wind kicked in.

So I got to work making lunches (something that the kids usually take care of, but not tonight) and putting the kitchen to bed. Bryan helped so the process would move faster.

And then it happened: my second wind arrived.

In related news, my kitchen table has been thoroughly scrubbed and looks wonderful.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Photo Ready

We've had some big adventures the last few weeks. And I will post about them. But not today. Today, you get a view of these ladies. We have loved having such a good, long visit with my Grandma and we'll all be sad when she returns to California.



Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thankamony

I am thankful.

I am thankful for Bryan, Peter, Cooper, Phoebe, and Sophie.

I am thankful for my whole family, those far and near.

I am thankful for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

I am thankful for Heavenly Father, who knows and loves each of us.

I am thankful for Jesus Christ, who gave everything so that we may live with Heavenly Father again.

I am thankful for my testimony.

I am thankful for the Priesthood.

I am thankful for the Temple.

I am thankful for a warm house in which to live.

I am thankful for healthy food to eat.

I am thankful for a sharp mind and a strong body.

I am thankful for my friends.

I am thankful for those that teach my children.

I am thankful for the earth and its beauties.

I am thankful for loud, chaotic dancing parties with my small people.

I am thankful for quiet snuggles with those same little dancers.

I am thankful that I have a real partner and best friend through the chaos and the snuggles.

I am thankful.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Inner Beauty

These are the most beautiful rolls I have ever made. Not only are they picture perfect, they taste divine. I thought I should document it since this feat of culinary achievement will probably never happen in my kitchen again.

But don't worry. The second, much less attractive, batch is still amazingly delicious.


Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Work of Art

"I want to take a picture with your phone so you can put it on your blog!" -Phoebe, after creating the following.


Monday, November 21, 2016

Visiting and Teaching By Inspiration

I spoke in church yesterday. It's the seventh church talk I've given in the last four and a half years. I had trouble getting started with this one. The wording of the assigned topic had my brain moving in several directions and it took some time to understand what the talk should be. Also, I used a word the entire Bishopric had to look up. They thanked me afterward for expanding their vocabularies. Can you guess the big word?

Visiting and Teaching by Inspiration
In the fifteen years since my husband and I got married, we have moved a lot. A lot. We spent twelve of those years moving around Utah County, though we’re both from California, and three of them crisscrossing the United States. We’ve lived in four time zones in as many years. Yeah, moving is hard, but there is something that’s made each transition a little easier: visiting teachers. Visiting teaching helps the entire family, not just those in Relief Society.
It usually takes a few months after we move to a new ward, but I always look forward to getting Visiting Teachers and being assigned a Visiting Teaching route of my own. I am a loquacious extrovert by nature, and a stay-at-home mom by choice. That means I spend most of my days with the four small people that share my last name. When that beautiful slip of paper with the names of my Visiting Teaching companion and sisters that we’ll visit is placed into my hands, I am giddy at the thought of talking to other grown-ups on at least a monthly basis.
I’ve had Visiting Teachers that treated our get-togethers as just that: a once-a-month chance to chat, and that’s all. But Visiting Teaching is so much more. The Church Handbook states “Visiting teaching gives women the opportunity to watch over, strengthen, and teach one another.” Watch over, strengthen, teach.
What does that mean? Everyone has different needs; therefore, these three tenets of Visiting Teaching will look different for each person. To really understand what each sister and her family needs, we must know them. Stopping by once a month for a short visit, or merely saying hello in the halls at church does not give us the contact we need to understand how we can best serve them. It takes a combination of time, effort, love, and sincerely seeking inspiration to know how best to serve those we’ve been asked to watch over, strengthen, and teach.
Alma’s counsel to his son Heleman in chapter 37 of the Book of Alma is perfectly applicable to the role of a visiting teacher. “Counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will direct thee for good; yea, when thou liest down at night lie down unto the Lord, that he may watch over you in your sleep; and when thou risest in the morning let thy heart be full of thanks unto God; and if ye do these things, ye shall be lifted up at the last day.” We need to counsel with the Lord as we seek to learn the needs of those that have been put in our care. We need to pray for them and their families and listen for the Holy Ghost to direct us. And we need to have hearts full of thanks for the opportunity to watch over, strengthen, teach, and be taught by our sisters.
My Grandma visit teaches a woman with advanced dementia. She’ll pick this sweet sister up from the care facility where she lives and they’ll get ice cream, or go sit at the park and people watch. She knows my Grandma is her friend, and that she’s from church, but sometimes those are the only details her memory will provide. In a very literal way, my Grandma watches over her and keeps her safe while they visit.
Lucy Mack Smith said, “We must cherish one another, watch over one another, comfort one another and gain instruction, that we may all sit down in heaven together.”
I have a distinct picture in my head. I was a relatively new mom, I only had one child, and my very small living room had been taken over by a mountain of clean laundry. I planned to whittle away at the beast during Peter’s naps and after his bedtime. And then someone knocked at my door. Now, this isn’t one of those lovely stories where I need help and my visiting teachers listened to a prompting and arrived at my front step. Those are good and important stories, and we should always be listening for inspiration to know the needs of our sisters, but in this case, I had simply forgotten about our scheduled appointment. I opened the door, chagrinned at the state of my house and my lack of memory. They didn’t even bat an eye. They walked in and got to work. The laundry behemoth was soon transformed into stacks of neatly folded clothes. These sweet women were watching over me and working beside me, providing a service that I needed, but never would have asked for if they hadn’t come over.
In her October 2011 General Conference address, then General Relief Society President Julie B. Beck said, “In the early days of Relief Society, a visiting committee from each ward received an assignment to assess needs and collect donations to be distributed to those in need. Throughout the years, Relief Society sisters and leaders have learned one step at a time and have improved in their ability to watch over others… With so much need for relief and rescue in the lives of sisters and their families today, our Heavenly Father needs us to follow a higher path and demonstrate our discipleship by sincerely caring for His children.”
I’ve had visiting teachers that helped me deep clean houses as we’ve prepared to move, others that have happily watched my children while I’ve gone to appointments, taken other children to the doctor, and in one memorable case, stayed with my three older children into the wee hours of the morning while my husband and I were at the hospital welcoming Sophie, our fourth child who is now nearly three-years-old, into the world. They have sincerely cared for me and my family.
I’ve also had visiting teachers that I never saw, or saw so infrequently I wasn’t sure if they knew who I was. I’ve visit taught women that were so busy with things, the only time they would give us was a quick, “Hello, how are you?” at church.
In 1978, President Spencer W. Kimball taught, “We talk about duty—“I must go and do my [home] teaching”; “I must go and do my visiting teachers work”—but we have already lost the enthusiasm, the vision, and the objective when we say, “I must go this morning and do my visiting teaching.” Rather it could be: “Today is the day I have been waiting for. I am happy to go into the homes of my sisters and help lift them to new heights.”
I’ve been lifted and strengthened by those that I’ve taught and those that have taught me. When we lived in New Jersey, my visiting teacher became my dear friend. She would come over for long visits, play dates, and lunches. I felt like she truly wanted to be my friend, not just fulfill a duty.
In the October 2011 talk I quoted earlier, Sister Beck said, “As committed disciples of the Savior, we are improving in our ability to do the things He would do if He were here. We know that to Him it is our caring that counts, and so we are trying to concentrate on caring about our sisters rather than completing lists of things to do. True ministry is measured more by the depth of our charity than by the perfection of our statistics.”
We watch over, we strengthen, and we teach one another. I love to teach, just ask my children, I’m always trying to teach them something. Teaching is fun for me, I enjoy the preparation and the opportunity to listen to the Spirit as I’m teaching to best meet the needs of those in the class. But I’m afraid I don’t always treat my visiting teaching lesson the way that I should.
This topic of visiting teaching brought a memory to the surface so I searched my blog, which I use as a journal, and found the following post that I wrote in June of this year:
I went Visiting Teaching today after the kids were done with their morning swimming lessons. My companion wouldn't be joining us, so the responsibility of scheduling the visit and sharing a spiritual message fell to me. As is so often the case in my life, too many other items (and people) demanded my attention and I didn't begin to prepare my message until we were driving from the pool to the home of the sister I was going to visit.
I found the lesson for this month in my LDS library app on my phone. As we pulled out of our parking place at the city pool, the lesson started to play over the speakers of the car. My kids have developed amazing talents for blocking out sounds, mainly by talking over the top of them. That's what they did during my lesson prep. I called to the back of the van several times for them to be quiet, sometimes I was calm, sometimes not so much.
They finally listened and eight-year-old Cooper realized what I was doing.
Cooper: Mom? What are you listening to? (pause of understanding) Is this for Visiting Teacher? (to ten-year-old Peter in the back seat) She's cheating! I can't believe she's cheating! Mom, this is cheating.
Six-year-old Phoebe: (in a voice full of experience) Oh no Cooper, she does this all the time.
Cooper was right. I was kind of cheating. Listening to my lesson as I drove over to teach it was not giving the proper time, attention, prayer, or pondering that my sisters and friends deserved.
We have a Master Teacher that we can look to to learn how we should teach. In 3 Nephi chapter 27, verse 21, during his visit to the Nephites, the Savior taught “Verily, verily, I say unto you, this is my gospel; and ye know the things that ye must do in my church; for the works which ye have seen me do that shall ye also do; for that which ye have seen me do even that shall ye do;” The things that we’ve seen Him do, we should do. He knew those that he taught. He spent time among them, he listened to them. He spent His life studying, praying, serving, and teaching. To truly be prepared to teach our sisters, we need to spend time with them, study, pray, serve, and then teach.
At the beginning of this month, Elder Jeffery R. Holland and the Auxiliary leaders of the church presented a Worldwide Training Broadcast on Teaching in the Savior’s Way. If you haven’t seen it, this is your homework assignment for the week. Go find it on lds.org and watch or listen to it. The whole thing is wonderful, but the biggest lesson that I took from it is that we must love those we teach. And to love them, we must know them. Visiting teaching is not about checking a box off each month, it is about loving and serving one another.
In his October 2006 General Conference talk, Elder M. Russell Ballard said, “What is most important in our Church responsibilities is not the statistics that are reported or the meetings that are held but whether or not individual people—ministered to one at a time just as the Savior did—have been lifted and encouraged and ultimately changed. Our task is to help others find the peace and the joy that only the gospel can give them.”
Sister Beck, this time from her October 2009 talk, taught, “It is our blessing to pray for another sister and receive inspiration as to how the Lord would have us care for one of His daughters. Visiting teaching becomes the Lord’s work when our focus is on people rather than percentages. In reality, visiting teaching is never finished. It is more a way of life than a task.”
The motto of Relief Society can also be the motto of visiting teaching: Charity Never Faileth. Charity is the pure love of Christ and it endureth forever. Charity suffereth long and is kind. Can you think of a better description for a visiting teacher? Paul taught in 1st Corinthians chapter 13 verse 1 “Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.” We can visit each month, prepare beautiful quote filled lessons, drop off homemade bread on a weekly basis, but if these things are done to fulfill a duty and are without charity, the pure love of Christ will not be present or felt. It is clear when we love those we teach.
Sister Beck also said, “Because we follow the example and teachings of Jesus Christ, we value this sacred assignment to love, know, serve, understand, teach, and minister in His behalf. This is one duty we have in the Church where we are certain to have the help of the Lord if we ask for it.”

President Monson taught “…When we seek the inspiration of the Almighty in the performance of our responsibilities, we can achieve the miraculous.” He also told us to “never postpone a prompting.” Inspiration and the pure love of Christ, are the keys to our call to watch over, strengthen, and teach those in our ward. I bear my testimony that inspired visiting and home teaching can lift hearts and save souls. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen. 

Friday, November 18, 2016

Thursday, November 17, 2016

American Education Week

Our local schools are participating in American Education Week. This means that I got to sit in on part of the school day for each of my kids. I visited Peter's Language Arts class on Monday and Cooper's and Phoebe's math classes yesterday. It was interesting to meet some of the friends the kids have talked about, and to see them all engage in the lessons. I think it will prove especially helpful for Cooper now that I've heard the teacher explain the math homework and can use the same vocabulary while teaching him at home.

Phoebe begged me to take a picture with her before I left her classroom.


I didn't think to take one with Cooper, who I had visited in the morning, so we took a picture after Cub Scouts to commemorate the day. In spite of his terrified expression, he really did want to be in this picture.