12.01.2014

Me in 2014

Jillian drew this cute picture and recorded facts about herself but the sheet got torn, so I'm recording it here.
Me in 2014
I am Jillian, Hi. I have blonde curly hair, I have brown eyes, I have freckles all over my nose, I am a shade of tan, my dad is an eye doctor, I am the oldest of four children at my house and I am a Gertsch (Gerch). 

I have three siblings. One boy, and two girls. Peter, Lucy and Molly. My dad's name is Kevin and my mom's name is Chelsey. 

I was born in Saint Louise, and live in Carolina. I have lived in Saint Louise, Konnetiket, Nourth Carolina, Iowa and Nourth Carolina again. That's a little bit about me. 

11.30.2014

What we are Thankful for this year at Thanksgiving

We had such a wonderful Thanksgiving this year with my family up in Virginia. Katie and Adam came down from New Hampshire, Hadley flew home from BYU, Josh and his girlfriend (a first-timer this year!) Heather drove over from Columbus, and our family drove up from Durham. We had a muddy and snowy turkey bowl to remember, lots of playing ticket to ride, and, as always, lots of yummy food.

On our "I am thankful" poster, we wrote:

Peter:  toys, tv that is PG, my animals, armed forces, outer space, needs, school (x2), myself, snicers (snickers), taables, Santa, Christmas, our Christmas tree

Jillian:  Christmas, friends, shoes and clothes, my age, my name, the Bible, the Book of Mormon, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, EllaBrooks Tuttle, my teacher, my family, my loving and caring parents, books, the holidays, the different countries

Lucy:  wrote lots of adorable scribbles

Kevin:  Listening to my kids play the piano, my wife's willingness to go to work dinners, my gorgeous wife

Our friends wrote:  Nature, Squirrels, pretty leaves, family, the Book of Mormon, friends, Chelsey's awesome babysitting gig (Molly wrote this. I watch her son Gideon.), the changing seasons, the temple

I (Me, the mom and writer of this blog) actually didn't write anything this year. At the beginning I was the only one who would write because the kids couldn't yet. Then I told Kevin it hurt my feelings I went to all this effort to buy the poster board, make a pretty sign and hang it, just to have no one else use it. So now he gets it. And I absolutely LOVE to see the kids think of new and unique things that wouldn't even enter my mind to feel gratitude about. I am learning, as the mom of four kids 8 and under, sometimes all you can do is your best to facilitate a good experience and hope for the best. I bought the poster board and put it up but sitting down and writing down all the things I love in my life just didn't happen. They were in my heart though. It was full to brimming with the gifts of family and the goodness of God. It was wonderful to see relatives we didn't get to see while we were in Iowa last year, especially my immediate family and my two grandmas and my grandpa. Seeing them get older is another reminder of what has staying power in this life. I am so grateful for their incredible examples!

11.17.2014

Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl

I was about to write that I thoroughly enjoyed this book but that's not exactly what one says about a book describing suffering of others. Instead I'll say I was benefited greatly by reading what others have gleaned from their difficult experiences and the wise way Herr Frankl interpreted and voiced his experiences. It's fascinating how, due to his background as a psychoanalyst, he describes things very objectively, at least for someone who has lived through these things! It's still very poignant, but he was so observant of the nature of the men around him and of his own feelings. He even analyzes his analyzing from the get-go.

"To attempt a methodical presentation of the subject is very difficult, as psychology requires a certain scientific detachment. But does a man who makes his observations while he himself is a prisoner possess the necessary detachment? Such detachment is granted to the outsider, but he is too far removed to make any statements of real value. Only the man inside knows.His judgments may not be objective; his evaluations may be out of proportion. This is inevitable. An attempt must be made to avoid any personal bias, and that is the real difficulty of a book of this kind. At times it will be necessary to have the courage to tell the very intimate experiences. I had intended to write this book anonymously, using my prison number only. But when the manuscript was completed, I saw that as an anonymous publication it would lose half its value, and that I must have the courage to state my convictions openly. I therefore refrained from deleting any of the passages, in spite of an intense dislike of exhibitionism."

Another powerful passage:

On the average, only those prisoners could keep alive who, after years of trekking from camp to camp, had lost all scruples in their fight for existence; they were prepared to use every means, honest and otherwise, even brutal force, theft, and betrayal of their friends, in order to save themselves. We who have come back, by the aid of many lucky chances or miracles - whatever one may choose to call them - we know: the best of us did not return.

Here are several other insights I found extremely insightful:

An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behavior.

In spite of all the enforced physical and mental primitiveness of the life in a concentration camp, it was possible for spiritual life to deepen. Sensitive people who were used to a rich intellectual life may have suffered much pain (they were often of a delicate constitution), but the damage to their inner selves was less. They were able to retreat from their terrible surroundings to a life of inner riches and spiritual freedom.

For the first time in my life I saw the truth- that love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved.

As the inner life of the prisoner tended to become more intense, he also experienced the beauty of art and nature as never before.

Speaking of his wife: More and more I felt that she was present, that she was with me; I had the feeling that I was able to touch her, able to stretch out my hand and grasp hers. The feeling was very strong: she was there. 

It is possible to practice the art of living even in a concentration camp, although suffering is omnipresent.

In one of many instances Frankl lets fate take it's course and boards a convoy to a camp they are told is a rest camp. He thinks he is going to his own death in the gas chambers and so he "records a will" for himself. He tells his friend Otto "If I don't get back home to my wife, and if you should see her again, then tell her that I talked of her daily, hourly. You remember. Secondly, I have loved her more that anyone. Thirdly, the short time I have been married to her outweighs everything, even all we have gone through here." As it ends up, he is actually sent to a rest camp. And in the camp he leaves famine rages horribly, to the point that some resort to cannabilism. On another occasion he has the chance to leave for what he thinks is a better circumstance but decides to stay and die. Instead, the friends who are taken away are put in huts and burned. He is liberated from the camp the very next day.

Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms- the choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way...It is this spiritual freedom - which cannot be taken away - that makes life meaningful and purposeful...If there is a meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering...Everywhere man is confronted with fate, with the chance of achieving something through is own suffering.

A young woman who is dying in the camp was cheerful in spite of this knowledge. "I am grateful that fate has hit me so hard. In my former life I was spoiled and did not take spiritual accomplishments seriously." He worries about her because she says she talks to the tree outside her window. When he asks what it says to her, she replies 'I am here - I am here - I am life, eternal life.'"

Quoting Nietzche's words: He who has a why to live for can bear with almost any how. (p.76)

We had to learn ourselves and, furthermore, we had to teach the despairing men, that it did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life- daily and hourly. Our answer must consist, not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct. Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual. (p.77)

Part of a speech he was asked by his senior block warden to give at the camp to give the men some encouragement: What you have experienced, no power on earth can take from you. (taken from a poem) Not only our experiences, but all we have done, whatever great thoughts we have had, and all we have suffered, all this is not lost, though it is past; we have brought it into being. Having been is also a kind of being, and perhaps the surest kind. (82)

He recounts how the commander of his camp when he was liberated was known to have bought medicines for the prisoners with his own money and never rose a finger to any of the men. After the camp was liberated, "three young hungarian Jews hid this commander in the Bavarian woods. Then they went to the commander of the American Forces who was very eager to capture this commander and they said they would tell him where he was but only under certain conditions: the American commander must promise that absolutely no harm would come to this man. After a while, the American officer finally promised these young Jews that the SS commander when taken into captiviity would be kept safe from harm...Human kindness can be found in all groups, even those which as a while it would be easy to condemn." (p.85-86)

According to logotherapy (his main focus of study), this striving to find a meaning in one's life is the primary motivational force in man. That is why I speak of the will to meaning in contrast to the pleasure principle (or the will to pleasure) on which Freudian psychoanalysis is centered. (p.99)

These thoughts remind me of Elder Bednar's talk in April 2014 general conference:
Thus it can be seen that mental health is based on a certain degree of tension, the tension between what one has already achieved and what one still ought to accomplish, or the gap between what one is and what one should become...What man actually needs is not a tensionless state but rather the striving and struggling for a worthwhile goal, a freely chosen task. What he needs is not the discharge of tension at any cost but the call of a potential meaning waiting to be fulfilled by him...If architects want to strenthen a decrepit arch, they increase  the load which is laid upon it, for thereby the parts are joined more firmly together. So if therapists wish to foster their patients' mental health, they should not be afraid to create a sound amount of tension through a reorientation toward the meaning of one's life. (p. 105)

The more one forgets himself - by giving himself to a cause to serve or another person to love - the more human he is and the more he actualizes himself. (p.111)

On the meaning of suffering: When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves...man's main concern is not to gain pleasure or to avoid pain but rather to see a meaning in his life...In accepting this challenge to suffer bravely, life has a meaning up to the last moment, and it retains this meaning literally to the end." (p. 112-114)

So I found myself confronted with the question whether under such circumstances my life was ultimately void of any meaning. Not yet did I notice that an answer to this question with which I was wrestling so passionately was already in store for me, and that soon thereafter this answer would be given to me. This was the case when I had to surrender my clothes and in turn inherited the worn-out rags of an inmate after his arrival at Auschwitz railway station. Instead of the many pages of my manuscript, I found in a pocket of the newly acquired coat one single page torn out of a Hebrew prayer book, containing the most important Jewish prayer, Shema Yisrael.  How should I have interpreted such a "coincidence" other than as a challenge to live my thoughts instead of merely putting them on paper? A bit later, I remember, it seemed to me that I would die in the near future. In this critical situation, however, my concern was different from that of most of my comrades. Their question was, "Will we survive the camp? For, if not, all this suffering has no meaning." The question which beset me was, "Has all this suffering, this dying around us, a meaning? For, if not, then ultimately there is no meaning in survival; for a life whose meaning depends upon such happenstance ultimately would not be worth living at all." (p. 115)

On meta-clinical problems:

  • More and more, a psychiatrist is approached today by patients who confront him with human problems rather than neurotic symptoms. Some of the people who nowadays call on a psychiatrist would have seen a pastor, priest or rabbi in former days. Now they often refuse to be handed over to a clergyman and instead confront the doctor with questions such as, "What is the meaning of life?" (p.116)
  • After a while I proceeded to another question...the question was whether an ape which was being used to develop poliomyelitis serum,and for this reason punctured again and again, would ever be able to grasp the meaning of its suffering. Unanimously the group replied that of course it would not; with its limited intelligence, it could not enter into the world of man, i.e., the only world in which the meaning of its suffering would be understandable. Then I pushed forward with the following question: "And what about man? Are you sure that the human world is a terminal point in the evolution of the cosmos? Is it not conceivable that there is still another dimension, a world beyond man's world; a world in which the question of an ultimate meaning of human suffering would find an answer?"(p.118) 

I have realities in my past, not only the reality of work done and of love loved, but of sufferings bravely suffered. These sufferings are even the things of which I am most proud, though these are things which cannot inspire envy. (p.122)

As a professor in two fields, neurology and psychiatry, I am fully aware of the extent to which man is subject to biological, psychological and sociological conditions. But in addition to being a professor in two fields I am a survivor of four camps - concentration camps, that is - and as such I also bear witness to the unexpected extent to which man is capable of defying and braving even the worst conditions conceivable. (p.130)

You may ask whether we really need to refer to "saints." Wouldn't it suffice just to refer to decent people? It is true that they form a minority. More than that, they always will remain a minority. And yet I see therein the very challenge to join the minority. For the world is in a bad state, but everything will become still worse unless each of us does his best. (p.154)

A positive attitude enables a person to endure suffering and disappointment as well as enhance enjoyment and satisfaction. A negative attitude intensifies pain and deepens disappointments; it undermines and diminishes pleasure, happiness and satisfaction; it many even lead to depression or physical illness. (p.160)










11.06.2014

The Boosterthon by Peter

At the boosterthon fun run we earned over 20,000 dollars! I ran 35 laps around. I had a blast. I felt 100% fast. The team was secretly takeing pictures.

Haha, buddy, yup. They were secretly taking pictures of you.

11.02.2014

Gratitude

My friend Lisa gave an excellent talk on Gratitude from Elder Uchtdorf's talk "Grateful in any circumstance." Here are some thoughts I wanted to remember:
Jealousy is the most destructive of human emotions. Gratitude is the antedote of jealousy.
Alma 37:37 Counsel with the Lord and he will direct thee for GOOD!
Gratitude = a happy life
The Lord sees the beginning AND the end.
A grateful heart is purifying!
All I can take with me is my grateful heart.
Leg aches mean you are growing!
Doctrine and Covenants 78:19
Gratitude is the parent of all virtues.
Jillian got a great teacher this year! Ms. Hines is delightful! She is her main teacher and she also has Mrs. Jones for AIG, which actually takes up most of the day because she goes for literacy and math and only has science with Ms. Hines. At first she wasn't thrilled to be out of Ms. Hines' classroom so much since she has several friends in there but she has gotten to where she is really enjoying Mrs. Jones and her class. She filled out an "All About Me" sheet at the beginning of the year. At age 8, her favorite color is blue, her favorite food is tacos, her favorite animal is fish (haha, because she's afraid of most other animals), and her favorite book is Flora and Ulysses.

Jill's hair continues to get curlier. It's so beautiful! And even though she should be entering the awkward years, I think she is just getting more and more beautiful. She is always looking for others to help, especially tiny kids who might be sad for one reason or another, and when they are she runs to distract them. She is a kind friend, and I'm so proud of who she is, and who she is becoming!

I'm having fun being in Activity Day Girls with her. She enjoys those other girls and it's fun to be a fly on the wall in her world a few nights a month!
We went to the doctor just after Lucy turned 4! She was 32.8 pounds and 40.5 inches tall. She was pretty hilarious about the shots. As the nurse came in with the vaccines, she freaked out and started clinging to me. Then afterwards we decided to have Molly seen as well, since she'd just had her 1st birthday. Lucy would get distracted for a little bit but then remember and start wimpering again. The doctor came back and she was crying so he gave her loads of bandaids, and the little cones that go over the otoscope so she could drive cars thru them. Hours later, she was walking gingerly and holding her skirt up dramatically so it wouldn't rub against where she got her shots.
Peter memorized his part in the program but then it was on the podium so he ended up reading it:) This is what he said: Being kind to my family members helps me to become more like Jesus, and it helps my family to feel the peace of the Holy Ghost. I can be kind by sharing with family members, or cheering them up when they are sad.

I have noticed recently that Peter is becoming more aware of how others feel, and have heard him encouraging others to be kind to kids who are younger. He is making big strides in this area! I'm so proud of him.

10.14.2014

Least of these

About four months ago I was preparing my visiting teaching message and had a thought that has stuck with me and often been brought back into my mind since. Sometimes as the mom it's hard not to feel a little taken advantage of. You don't get too many people noticing how many toys you pick up, dinners you make, homeworks you help your children complete, or even text messages sent to your husband that go unanswered because his job is busy and very important and he literally has no more time to give all day, or all week, or...you get the idea. I kind of wish I had started a tally of some of these things because it would at least be a tangible number I could hold on to when I have those days that feel like all that's happened is a bunch of unraveling...of toilet paper rolls, of our budget, and mostly of my wits. It's not that I don't think what I'm doing is valuable. Over the years I have definitely felt the hand of heaven reaching out to me, consecrating my efforts and gently whispering that there is strength in the cloth my small family is weaving together. And for that I am so grateful. But a few months ago, when I was feeling particularly tired, a little voice whispered inside my head "I am not the servant." And then it started to pick up steam, and as I picked up after everyone at days end, I would get more and more frustrated until even sleeping it off did not seem to help. I started to say this out loud to my children. "I am not the family servant! Why should I pick up everyone's messes?" And then came this message from the scriptures:

25 But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Ye know that the princes of the Gentiles exercise dominion over them, and they that are great exercise authority upon them.

 26 But it shall not be so among you: but whosoever will be great among you, let him be your minister;

 27 And whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant:

 28 Even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many. (Matthew 20:25-28) 

What a welcome reminder! That in serving my sweet children and kind husband, I am striving to be like Jesus. It's so easy to think we are sent children to exercise dominion over them. But what a relief that parenthood is so much more, and so much grander than that small design we have packaged it in. I also appreciated this quote from President George Albert Smith “Our eternal happiness will be in proportion to the way that we devote ourselves to helping others.” And I don't think that's because Heavenly Father wants to bless us less, but by the very nature of who we have become, if we love to serve others, we will be happy. 

9.26.2014

A Peter G Original writing

Heath and I like to have play dates. Like today I am comeing home with him. That is why I am a car rider today. My sister is a car (rider) to so she can come to play with Ellabrooks. I wish she wood go to my house so me and Heath coluod have our own play date. but we will get to play alone. That will be fun we are aleready no what we are going to play but I will not tell you. I will never am going to tell you for the rest of the year.

6.19.2014

Last year's school theme

As our 2013-2014 school year came to a close a few weeks ago, I thought I'd write down what our family theme was. I kind of want to continue it because I like it so much and because I think there is always room for improvement in these areas!

2013 Gertsch Family Theme

Walk in the Light

Choose the Right
Choose Charity
Choose to Develop Talents
Choose to use time Wisely

Am I becoming who Heavenly Father wants me to become?
I have to record how much Molly loves her big kids. She giggles and giggles when they come close and can't get enough of their jokes, or the things they do to make her laugh. She will crawl up my shoulder in anticipation and excitement when she thinks they are coming to get her. And her favorite place to get a zerbert is her neck. What a fun, fun friend we have in Molly Joy!
Lucy is a hoot lately! She is so independent and wants to do things in her own time and in her own way! There is no way she will buckle her seat belt until you are driving out of the driveway! That's just a microcosm of most everything with her right now. We often spend a good portion of the day frustrated with each other. By the third child, I'd think I'd have learned to just leave 30 minutes early to avoid the mutual frustration. I'll work on that.

I have been trying to get her interested in her letters and learning how to write her name, etc. She has had the coordination for a long time and Peter's preschool teachers a year ago used to comment on how well she held a pencil, etc for such a young child. But when she is not interested, she is NOT interested! I filled a page with examples of her name written in dots and dashes, hoping she'd get interested in connecting the lines. Instead she carefully did tiny zigzags on all of the letters. Anything but a straight line. I cracked up with I saw it. She is her own woman, and I love that about her. And, to her credit, the way she did it probably did help her work those little fine motor skills better than my way.

To Peter from Jillian

When I was growing up (Mom speaking), we didn't really do gifts for our other siblings on their birthdays. Maybe a little bit as we got older but especially when we were very small. So I haven't been great about helping the kids get each other gifts and it usually happens that a sibling birthday will come up and they will panic that they don't have a gift. I think it's sweet that they feel this way and want to have something for each other! I don't remember even thinking about it when I was younger! Anyway, on Peter's birthday Jillian came up with this written gift to give to Peter.

Peter
Exilent
Talented
Exsided
Rad

Love my sweet, thoughtful girl! And I think all of those words apply to Peter!

Jillian's Butterfly Presentation

Jillian's second grade class had a neat presentation about butterflies about a month ago. I was so impressed throughout the year that her teacher was willing to let all the parents into the classroom at one time to see projects, have the kids give mini-presentations and display their work. The previous times the kids were each at their desks and we went around to hear their about their topic, and see their way of teaching it. (Some kids did dioramas, some did games, posters, etc.) This time was a little more formal and about 35 parents and grandparents came! Almost all the children had memorized their own parts, and some even memorized others' parts as well and could chime in when someone got stuck! Truly, Mrs. Wilson is incredible for being able to teach 19 kids to do this in a classroom setting. Those kids rose to the occasion under her positive teaching style and even the kids who tended to get into trouble were usually well behaved in her class and did a great job on their presentations. Each of the kids had a creative way to present their butterfly information. Jillian and her partner had made a display out of pipecleaners to describe how the butterfly eats. This was her part:

The proboskes is like a tiny tube that helps the butterfly suck up the nectar. Nectar is the food that a butterfly sucks up like food. Some foods that butterflies eat are: Nectar and sugar water. Sugar water is a food that a butterfly sometimes eats when it lives inside. Nectar is a food that a butterfly eats when it lives out in nature, inside flowers. (Her partner's part was here.) That's how a butterfly eats and those are the foods butterflies eat.

5.18.2014

A few more thoughts on priorities of a covenant life

I REALLY got a lot out of the Relief Society night about priorities so I wanted to record more thoughts and quotes that were shared.

Remember that influence and power come when we prioritize correctly. It takes personal revelation every day to help us prioritize and reprioritize and keep at bay the influences of the world that would draw us from what we are to do.  -Julie B. Beck

Essentials:
Things that must be taken care of to ensure the blessings of eternal life for me and my family
  • Inviting revelation (praying always)
  • Studying Scriptures Daily
  • Taking time to Ponder and Fast
  • Making and keeping sacred covenants (sacrament meeting, temple attendance)
  • Sharing the gospel
  • Service
Necessary:
Things we have to do as part of mortal life in order to be self-reliant and be of service to our families and the Lord
  • Strengthening marriages and family relationships
  • Homemaking (cooking, cleaning, working)
  • Living providently
  • Teaching children
  • Doing temple and Family History Work
  • Loving one another
Nice To-do's:
These add variety to our lives but they won't save us
  • Crafts
  • hobbies
  • recreational reading
  • lunches with friends
  • movies
  • travel
  • Recreational computer time
The voice of the world is loud, unrelenting, persuasive, and persistent. Unless we learn to tune our hearts to the voice of the Spirit and refine our ability to seek, receive, and act on personal revelation, we are on shaky ground at best. -Linda K. Burton

How can we know if we have heard the voice of the Spirit?
  • Have I experienced feelings of love, joy, peace, patience, meekness, gentleness, faith, hope, and comfort?
  • Have ideas come to my mind, or feelings to my heart, that i know are from the Lord and not from me?
  • Have I heard my voice spekaing truth without having planned what I would say?
  • Have I experienced a magnification of my own skills and abilities?
  • Have I felt guidance and protection from deception?
  • Have I recognized sin in my life and had the desire to correct it?
  • Have I felt the Spirit glorifying and bearing record of God the Father and Jesus Christ?
If you answered yes to any of these questions, you have felt the Spirit of the Lord at some point. But the most important question is "Can ye feel so now?"

Turning our hearts to the Voice of the Spirit
  • Sincerely and humbly pray
  • Act promptly on spiritual impressions
  • Search the scriptures daily
  • Live the Law of the Fast
  • Be worthy and worship in the temple
  • "Trifle not with sacred things"
  • Be prepared to move forward with faith
  • Let the Lord decide the details of what He chooses to reveal and when he chooses to reveal it!
  • Head prophetic warnings!

5.17.2014

Priorities of a Covenant Life

We recently had a Relief Society meeting with some great thoughts I wanted to remember.

The average woman today, I believe, would do well to appraise her interests, evaluate the activities in which she is engaged, and then take steps to simplify her life, putting things of first importance first, placing emphasis where the rewards will be greatest and most enduring, and ridding herself of the less rewarding activities. Sister Belle Spafford

How do I make this come up on my phone every time I pick it up? Hello Facebook! I'm afraid there will be no lasting positive consequences from its use and yet so much time squandered there. I deleted it from my phone and have not missed it!

Everything that is worth it is hard, but not everything that's hard is worth it.

I had this thought come into my head one day and it's helped me to weed out some of the unimportant. This week we haven't eaten healthy dinners every night but when Kevin's been gone, I've chosen to forgo the best food options, no homemade rolls or labor intensive anything. We've eaten quickly and had a quieter evening reading books with more undivided attention on my kids. It's been nice. I often find myself running self-deprecating thoughts on a reel in my head. "If you'd prepared better during the day..." but this thought that just because it's hard or challenging doesn't always make it the most worthwhile choice has helped me to unburden myself from those thoughts.   

Faith Not Fear

When we visited Saint Louis a few weeks ago, the Relief Society lesson at church felt like it was meant just for me! So often, I find myself awake at night thinking of all the awful things that can potentially happen to my children. It got the point that for a while I dreaded going to bed because that was all I could think about. Obviously this is not a pleasant way to live! And I feel this is one way I can allow myself to be distracted from good things and in a constant "state of bothered" if I allow these thoughts to overtake me. I think as a parent we're given the Spirit to help us keep our children safe, and I feel like this ability, for lack of a better word, to anticipate harm that might come to my children and do things like make sure there's no plastic around for youngest to choke on or strings from the blinds down to get strangled by, etc, is a God given thing, but I have to be careful not to allow fear to overcome faith. Faith that, even when bad things do happen, we are here on earth to learn and that ALL things will be for our good through our Savior. Sometimes that seems like such a trite thing to spout off but such a heavy thing, were it to be applied to, heaven forbid, the loss or "permanent" detriment of one of my children.

For this reason I wanted to record some of the woman's thoughts who shared the lesson, and some of my thoughts as I listened.

This was the lesson outline:
When I am feeling doubt and fear, I can have faith by REMEMBERING:
Satan is the author of fear      2 Timothy 1:7
My Father in Heaven is all-powerful       1 Nephi 17:31
I am a child of God     Psalms 82:6
Jesus' sacrifice and Atonement were for me       Doctrine and Covenants 50:41-42

The only things we should really fear are those things which can keep us from going where there is no fear.
-Neal a Maxwell

What an arsenal to have when I start to feel overcome with fear!

And two thoughts by President Hinckley

The church has a host of critics and an army of enemies. They mock that which is sacred. They demean and belittle that which has come from God...We are pained by the desecration of that which to us is holy. But we need not fear. This cause is greater than any man. It will outlast all its enemies. We need only go forward by the power of faith without fear. Said the Lord in an early season of this work: "Therefore, fear not, little flock; do good; let earth and hell combine against you, for if ye are built upon my rock, they cannot prevail."

Believe in yourselves and in your capacity to do something worthwhile. God has given you a mind and a spirit and a body with which to do your work. You have tremendous capacity. You do not have to be a genius to do something worthwhile in the world. The major work of the world is done by ordinary people who have learned to work in an extraordinary way. This is what makes the difference.

And the rest that jumped out at me:

Fear as defined in the bible dictionary means reverence, awe, worship, how we should stand in the presence of God versus fear as the world defines it, which is unworthy of a child of God, Adam's first emotion after the transgression

Fear is the antithesis of faith.
Fear isn't sin but mortal weakness.
Fear comes from the adversary.
Fears can include needing revelation but feeling uncertain, insecurities including how others view me, danger, death.

Why is it bad to let fear take over? Satan works on the natural man and doesn't want us to trust God and move forward in faith.

Partaking of the Sacrament will help me not feel fearful.

Get behind me Satan!

During the lesson I had the thought of Satan trying to weaken Joseph Smith before he had the First Vision. A friend of ours recently gave a talk and told about how right before she and her husband decided to get married they had a dark, dark feeling and realized it was Satan trying to stand in the way of what they could potentially become, together. After hearing their story, it reminded me how nervous, and occasionally downright badly Kevin and I felt during our engagement. Looking back I can see more clearly. See that Satan didn't want us working as a team, and I can see our potential. I think the same goes for raising my children. Satan doesn't want me to act. He wants me paralyzed by fear so I can't move forward with strength in teaching them the gospel because of the POWER OF THEIR POTENTIAL. For some reason, thinking about this helped me a lot!

The Lord to Moses: I made you! We have divinity within us! Because of that, we are not ALWAYS one way. We change, we stretch, we grow, we BECOME! I need to remember the pattern of my life. I've BEEN successful, and more importantly, sustained by God...in callings, in parenting, in being a wife...
I can't grow without spiritual pains! None of us can!

The Savior has suffered not just for our iniquities but also for the inequality, the unfairness, the pain, the anguish, and the emotional distresses that so frequently beset us. There is no physical pain, no anguish of soul, no suffering of spirit, no infirmity or weakness that you or I ever experience during our mortal journey that the Savior did not experience first. You and I in a moment of weakness may cry out, “No one understands. No one knows.” No human being, perhaps, knows. But the Son of God perfectly knows and understands, for He felt and bore our burdens before we ever did. And because He paid the ultimate price and bore that burden, He has perfect empathy and can extend to us His arm of mercy in so many phases of our life. He can reach out, touch, succor—literally run to us—and strengthen us to be more than we could ever be and help us to do that which we could never do through relying upon only our own power.
-Elder Bednar

5.15.2014

A birthday note from my eldest lady

Calm
Helpful
Elizabeth
Lazzy
Silly
Explorer
Yellow

Thanks Mom!

5.02.2014

Molly Grows!

Today was Molly's last well-child check in Iowa. We have loved Dr. Christensen! Molly is now 15 pounds and 10 ounces and 2 feet and 2 1/2 inches, or 26.5 inches. She has started babbling, saying Dada really loudly, especially when we're in a quiet church meeting:) She still refuses a paci but loves to chew on anything. She hasn't really rolled over a ton, though she has done it. If you put her on the floor she'll reach and squirm until she gets the toys that are within a radius of a couple of feet from her. She can also do a complete 360 on her little bum. It's funny to watch.

4.18.2014

Scrubbed squeaky clean

My mom took a picture of my sister Katie and I when she was a newborn. I love it so much. I think I was wearing a white undershirt and she was wearing a white onesie and it was taken in bright light after a bath. I'll probably spend my life trying to recreate that photo. Oh, to be the lighthearted child in the photo again with so much wonderful ahead of me. So much fun to be had with that sister and my other incredible sister and brother. Oh, to be the mother of the tiny children in the photo now. My blessings sometimes cause me to catch my breath. 














4.17.2014

A historical adventure, naturally

Melissa found a fun museum I hadn't heard about and we went to check it out. They had a lot of animals, to my surprise! It was such a pleasant day outside and so welcome, after our chilly winter. We went to City Park afterwards, which was stinky due to LOTs of gross dead fish that did not last the intense winter cold. And, because we can't get enough of partying with these guys, we took linner back to the their house and played while they got a moving estimate. Boo, I'm not ready yet to part ways with the friends we've made in Iowa. 




Molly's Cupcakes

Recently an adorable cupcake shop named "Molly's Cupcakes" opened up down the street from us. Of course we had to go there to celebrate Molly becoming half a year old! Unfortunately she couldn't eat any of them...which I realized once we were there. But we did get some cute pictures of her in the store. That was also kind of poor planning on my part because the kids went nutso as soon as we got there and started doing acrobatics on these sweet swing seats. Originally, I thought they'd be amazing in a home, namely ours one day. After this experience I realized it's hard enough to get them to stay in a regular chair, and this would probably only multiply that frustration. Oh well. It was a fun, and crazy, afternoon romp. Also, the story behind the shop is adorable. The man who started it had a third grade teacher who brought cupcakes in for each of her students' birthdays, and her name was Molly. I love that! The chairs and tables are school room style and charming as can be. I think it's funny that he has shops in NYC, Chicago, Iowa City and North Liberty. What?? 








Obviously I was experimenting with my camera and went a little overboard. 

The Magical Age of Three

My last post went in a totally different direction than I had intended. What I started to write about was how wonderful Lucy is at three years old! Her outlook on life is fun and positive and cuddly. The other night I was feeling frustrated and grumpy and, unfortunately, it was apparent to her. She just watched me quietly and would inject an "I love you" whenever she felt appropriate. She does this ALL the time. To me and to everyone in the family. She probably randomly tells someone she loves them fifteen times a day. The other night we were sitting on the couch and she rested her head on my shoulder, sighed a big sigh and said "Ah, let's cuddle." She is also quick to forgive those who offend her and she loves, probably above all, spending time with Molly. The other day I overheard her say "Molly, we're the best sisters!" I love her little sweet nature, and I learn so much from her, and by her actions.





  A few other funny things about Lucy...whenever we go to a doctor appointment for someone in the family, anyone, she will start talking at the beginning of the appointment and she won't stop until we leave. She just spouts off random facts or events in her life. For the most part, the nurses and doctors just laugh and laugh. Some seem annoyed but they can deal with it. I usually have to ask her to be quick when it's time for them to find out about the actual patient. 

Recently when I was making hot chocolate, she got really upset. Finally she told me "But, Mom, I like WARM chocolate!"

We bought Kevin the game Apples to Apples for his birthday. We had a great time playing as a family and probably played 20 times in just a few days. We would read the cards to Lucy and she would squeal after each one "Oh, I like that one!" It was a little tough pinning her down to actually pick a favorite. 
Kids and stages are funny. I remember three being hard with my older two. I think. Time plays tricks and looking back at any stage makes me long to cuddle the, usually, chubbier, younger version of my child. I was just looking at photos last night from two summers ago. Peter was so much rounder than his growing-like-a-weed current self. His hair was bright blonde, it was a summer shot, and long. We just buzzed all of his hair off last night because we discovered on Sunday that Jillian had head lice:/, which made me miss that beautiful hair even more. So I truly can't remember what was hard before. I can recall moments of frustration, at first with them, and then with myself for not responding well. Moments I responded unjustly because of, honestly, my own lack of understanding as a parent and because I failed to control my temper. Looking back, I know those moments were not nothing. They affect my children's confidence today. Thinking of such moments makes me so grateful for the Atonement. Because I am human, I cannot be the perfect nurturer I want to be, and though I am constantly striving, sometimes I fail even to strive. And for those moments, there is the Atonement. There is apologizing and asking forgiveness from my children. Listening to General Conference this weekend made me long to rid my life of the unnecessary that can be like literal clouds, overshadowing the important, my efforts to teach the gospel in my home. The desire for the gospel to be forefront in our home is why I do what I do...but how often I forget!

Several things stood out to me from conference but I'll just record a couple here. Elder Bednar counseled us to "be careful not to carry around those nice but unnecessary things that can weigh us down and distract us." Hit the nail on the head. And from President Monson:
  • I never feel a tinge of regret for being too kind. 
  • Every day we are given opportunities to show kindness. 
  • Why is it that those we love the most become the targets of our harsh words?
  • Bottom line is the reasons do not matter!
  • Let us not demean or belittle. Build and encourage. We must be careful to not destroy confidence!
  • Only forgiveness heals.
Wise words from a man who has lived them. In the Ensign this month there were two stories that stood out to me about his life that I want to remember and emulate. 

We can be positive and we can be happy.
In the Pearl of Great Price, the Prophet Joseph Smith describes his “cheery temperament” (Joseph Smith—History 1:28). “Cheery” also describes President Monson.
On one occasion President Monson said: “We … can choose to have a positive attitude. We can’t direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails. In other words, we can choose to be happy and positive, regardless of what comes our way.”
One day I was waiting outside the First Presidency boardroom. I had been invited there to take part in a meeting to discuss temple matters. I sat quietly outside the room, alone. I thought the First Presidency was already meeting and that I would be invited to join them in a few minutes.
As I sat there, I could hear someone walking down the hall whistling. I thought to myself, “Someone doesn’t understand proper protocol. You don’t go walking around whistling outside the office of the President of the Church.”
A moment later the whistler walked around the corner—it was President Monson. He was happy, and he was positive. He greeted me warmly and said, “I guess we’ll start the meeting in a couple of minutes.”
Even with the weight of the whole Church on his shoulders, he is an example of happiness and he always has a positive attitude. We should be that way. 

We can follow the promptings of the Spirit.
President Monson beautifully stated his devotion to the Lord and his commitment to following the promptings of the Spirit with these words: “The sweetest experience I know in life is to feel a prompting and act upon it and later find out that it was the fulfillment of someone’s prayer or someone’s need. And I always want the Lord to know that if He needs an errand run, Tom Monson will run that errand for Him.”
That is a pattern that each of us should want to follow.

The rest of this article can be found here and is called Follow the Prophet. 




4.05.2014

MJ at six months

And just like that my baby is sitting up! And reaching for toys, loving toys in general actually. It's so funny to watch her eyes get really excited and concentrate hard when you offer her a new toy. I guess since she's so laid back it sneaked up on me that, even though she wasn't moving much, she was still getting stronger. Sometimes I'll look over and she's doing a complete v-up, trying to sit up from a laying position. She hasn't rolled from her back to her belly yet, so I guess she's just doing it her own way! She has rolled from her belly to her back. I set her down one day on her tummy and was surprised at how high up she pushed herself, and whoop, she roooollled right over.

She's also growing a funny little faux hawk. The hairs on the top of her head are getting long and stick straight up. It's pretty adorable. She LOVES head rubs! I'll run my hands through her hair and she gets a crooked little grin. The world is so fun with Molly Joy in it.

 The fact that she is constantly sticking her tongue out is just evidence of her perfect comedic timing. I often think how strange it is that we've never had a conversation, per se, with both of us verbally communicating, because I feel like we have been friends for ages and tell each other jokes throughout the day. Just the other day, I was wearing a hoodie and she kept nibbling on the string and looking up with a grin, knowing it was something funny and different she was doing. She will laugh heartily when she's tickled, which she loves, but if you catch her in the right mood, she'll laugh at a sneeze, a boo, anything. The other day in the store she was giggling and giggling and drawing lots of attention because I was fake sneezing. I love to give her an extra tight squeeze when I'm nursing her and she'll always give me the biggest grin when I do. It's going to be hard to stop nursing this one!




  


 Sisters on a six month birthday!



 There's a gravitational pull from any lips that find themselves close to a baby's sweet smelling head.
 And all Molly wanted to do was to suck on Grover's nose. No teeth yet but she's definitely munching.
 They might as well be admiring each other's polish and wedding rings. I can conjure the same scene in about 23 years.