Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Big Sicko

This morning I woke up sick as a dog!

Although I never noticed my dog ever get sick.

Anyway. 3am rolled around and my head and the glands in my neck were so sore I couldn't sleep. Luckily I only had an hour to wait til Brian got up so he could give me a blessing. What a man.

So now I'm sort in the loopy-sick mode and probably shouldn't be blogging... I've been thinking thoughts like "maybe I'll just let my nose run all down my face like a toddler" because my nose is so sore from blowing it so much. Isaac is a bit intrigued by the whole nose-blowing thing and gets a very concerned look on his face every time I do it around him. Poor little boy. It's only 12:30pm and he's already on his 2nd nap... I'm hoping he hasn't caught it. And that he and Brian won't at all.

Here is a cute picture we took last month of Isaac skyping Nanny Lynda...

Love that lady. Think I'm going to have to skype her pretty soon and have a little pity party because there's no one who sympathizes better with big sickos than your mum :) 

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Recognition and Respect

I really need to stop reading Feminist Mormon blog posts. It makes me feel sick inside. Partly because some of these women really have had some bad experiences, and partly because I feel like Satan has used this issue to create some of the biggest contention LDS women have ever experienced. Proposition 8 (from what I've experienced in my own little sphere) was not as damaging or permanent as I feel this debate has become for so many. There has been so much nastiness on both sides.

The latest post I read wasn't even one of the extreme variety, but it still tied my stomach up in knots. One of her comments was "For me, it's not about callings or responsibilities, but about recognition and respect." And it got me thinking. Not just about my experiences as a woman in the church, but about what respect and recognition really mean.

Sure, there's been the occasional individual who hasn't valued my opinion or has misrepresented me in some unpleasant way. But that's women and men both, and I've actually felt much more comfortable informing male leaders of their errors than the female ones. Once or twice on my mission I felt the general "vibe" from certain male missionaries that us girls weren't proper missionaries, or didn't work as hard or something. I even got that vibe from a Bishop once. But I saw that as a challenge, a sort of "just wait and see" type thing. And the recognition and respect always followed good work. 


I love this Gospel. And I hope and pray that women or men who struggle with feelings of marginalization in the church (for any reason) can cling on to their faith in Christ and love of fellow man above anything else.       

Friday, April 19, 2013

Something to work on...

Summer 2011. My little brother's favorite place to eat is a rest stop :) 
"Their dinner hour and the family time that follows become the center of their day and the object of their best efforts. "

Wow. This is a quote from Elder Clayton's talk from general conference earlier this month. I've just been reading over the talk again and this particular sentence struck a chord.

I grew up having a family dinner at least 6 times each week. (This picture above was a special treat during our holiday:) Being at family dinner was an expectation, not an option. Even though I took it for granted, I can clearly see in hindsight that it gave our family the structure it needed. We gathered and discussed. We touched base. 

Time magazine has an awesome article about the magic of mealtime, and how significant it is to have regular family meals. Here's one quote:

"Studies show that the more often families eat together, the less likely kids are to smoke, drink, do drugs, get depressed, develop eating disorders and consider suicide, and the more likely they are to do well in school, delay having sex, eat their vegetables, learn big words and know which fork to use."

And yet, since I've been married, I've somehow forgotten the real meaning behind the family meal, and often we'll eat something quickly, sitting on the couch, and then move on to something else. 

I'm grateful for the reminder to make it a priority, and "the object of [my] best efforts". I'm trying really hard to develop family traditions, and I know if I don't start now it might be too late or too inconvenient or something when my kids are old enough to really need it.  

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