Thursday, November 27, 2014

Grateful

Happy Thanksgiving to all loved ones!

Grateful for:

My Son. And future braces.



Mom.


Dad.



Gorgeous sister. She's going to be a beautiful mother.


Job. Where I get to flirt with Buddy & stand on desks.


Bangs are wonky in this, but Rafe's smile.... oh my heart. And this picture was taken in California. We traveled across states all by ourselves!! We will survive.


The wall of Rafe's art I have at my desk. And Taylor Swift. Can't live without Tay Tay.


Forever grateful to this little one. He made me a mom, saved my life, and is my north star.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

I Believe in Christ

I recently read an article discussing the Mormon church and new information being published on our early history. While reading it I had an internal argument with the author and their sources, at times feeling flushed with anger at the completely one-sided assumptions that were being made.

So I took a step back, took a breath, and reminded myself that I am a follower of Christ, and that I needed to remember WWJD. 

I returned to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints three years ago this month, after 4 years of inactivity. I returned because I was lost; searching for hope and grasping for truth. While inactive I joined in conversation about what was wrong with the church, how judged I felt as a "sinner", and felt cool rebelling against mainstream culture in my community. But every Sunday I spent not keeping the Sabbath day holy, something within never felt comfortable. While participating in activities that were not in line with the commandments and doctrines of the gospel, a part of my mind would always remind me that what I was doing was wrong. Was this the brainwashing of my childhood doing it's work, the "suffocating" guidelines of the church forbidding me to be "free", even after I had left? For myself, I know this was not true. For myself, I look back on those years and see where my sweet Savior was continuing to grant me my free agency, and where the consequences of my actions were being levied, but with tenderness. With mercy.

As a Mormon, I am not perfect. As a Mormon, I see where others struggle with information about Church history that is new - Joseph and his wives, the pioneers acting according to their own conscience, the bringing about of the Book of Mormon. As a Mormon, I know how hard it is to stand as a witness of God in the current political climate, to maintain friendships with loved ones, with family. But as a Mormon, my heart is broken, my spirit contrite. I carry the commandments and doctrines given, attempting in this imperfect state to love perfectly, to balance truth and tolerance.

There will be hard truths to accept, Joseph Smith's name will be used for good and evil, the actions of a few will be assumed the character of all, and the time to defend will come sooner than we may be ready. I can't answer for the injustices, I can't explain why it feels God has never answered a prayer, or why in the 21st century a gospel that is eternal doesn't seem to be socially acceptable, but they aren't my answers to give. They are God's to give in His time. We are members of The Church of Jesus Christ - of Jesus Christ. I am a member because I found a testament of Christ in the Book of Mormon, and I know it to be true. Come what may- so-called secrets, multiple accounts, revelation that appears to bend to government rule more than the Higher Power it claims. Christ is at the head of my church, a church that declares free agency to all, and the promise of peace, happiness, eternal life bound and sealed to loved ones should we obey the commandments of God. Not of a man. Commandments of God. Our prophets have been and are mortal, experiencing their own refiners fire in order to draw nearer to Him. And just as the hand of mercy has been extended to me, it is to all. If we stop expecting perfection from fellow mortals, we can spend more time defending the immortal, our Savior, God who is hastening His work, and who is the only one from whom perfection can be expected, and counted on.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

A Day

Yesterday was a day with little Rafe Henry. He is not the perfect toddler, and I am certainly not the perfect mother. We have our days, and boy was yesterday one of them.  People often see the tantrums of children, or hear stories of their stubborness, and can make quick assumptions that having children is a more negative than positive experience. But at the end of yesterday, a no good very bad day, Rafe came waddling into my room for the umpteenth time since I tried putting him down to bed, and said, "We can snuggle, that makes you happy!". I was so taken back by that statement, I asked him, "What do you mean? What makes Mamma happy?" and he gave the cheesiest grin and said, "Rafe makes Mamma happy!!". 

You do make me happy, sweet little son. I've been reading a bit of Shakespeare lately and thought of this verse, "Love is not love, which alters when it alteration finds". No matter the tough days, no matter the tempests, the tantrums, the squealing, the crying, I love Rafe, and he makes me happy.

And while Rafe & I "snuggled" last night (aka he rolled all over the bed, on top of me, burrowed underneath me, blew zurbers and pretended to sneeze, stuck his toes in my face, asked me where the sun was, why it was sleeping, where the moon was, why wasn't Phinny coming to sleep with us...) it seemed appropriate to remind myself of this line of Shakespeare

"Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom"



Friday, November 7, 2014

The Little Man Turned 3

The little man turned 3.

Where did the time go? That's how many years I spent in high school in Utah, how many years I spent at my previous job, how long it took me to grow out of my awkward middle-part hair style.... all these things passed so slowly, they were never-ending. But time has absolutely flown with Mr. Rafe Henry. Just yesterday we were waking up in the wee hours of the morning for nursing time, and watching episodes of The Office together. His first time sleeping through the night was November 22nd, he flew on his first plane to the east coast on September 25th, he began walking shortly after that trip... about a year after that we flew to the west coast for another trip.... he is one lucky little boy! He stops me in his tracks with how smart he is, how much he remembers. He loves everyone in his life. He may be stubborn and not want them to hold him at certain times, but when we get home and sit together talking, he is constantly talking about everyone in his life.

A few photos throughout the years...













mamma & Rafe