Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Phoenix Temple Corner Stone Ceremony

I still remember the day it was announced in General Conference, that there were plans to construct the Gilbert Arizona Temple & the Phoenix Arizona Temple.  Gilbert has been closest to my heart as it's my home-town, and a dream fulfilled to have a temple here, but EVERY temple that's ever been announced in Arizona has had an electrifying effect on the people in this state, and especially on the people in the surrounding areas of the new temples.  

Time seemed to drag on before ground was finally broken.  But when it happened, we were there. (Click)  Plans for building moved forward.  Cranes filled the lot.  There were construction workers, dump trucks, cement trucks, and we heard the clanging of nails from across the street at Discovery Park.  On more days than I can remember, we were there watching it with the kids (click).  Then came the long awaited day that the Angel Moroni was lifted to the top.  I heard a rumor of leaked the information, and I camped out all day with a newborn & cancelled a dental appointment so that I wouldn't miss the once in a lifetime opportunity, and I convinced many others to take breaks from work & rearrange their day so they could be there, too.  You'd better believe we didn't miss it (click) - without a doubt, we were there!  Then came the Cultural Celebration rehearsals - inspired, and moving, and faith promoting.  Then we had the Open House, and opportunities to volunteer, and bring friends.  On the first day, the last day, and many days in between, we were there (click).  

When the celebration came, along with a torrent of rain, 
...we were there!  







On the day of the dedication, I attended the 2nd dedicatory session inside the Gilbert Temple with my husband & parents & siblings.  Being together inside the temple that day changed our lives forever, as have the moments we were able to be in the temple as an entire family since then.  



My kids were so sad they were too young to go, but at the end of the dedication, we knew the prophet would drive away, and so we were there to wave our hankies as he drove away.  








  






In every way possible, we tried to soak in the experience, and involve our children to make memories so they would know how important this was to us, and we hoped it would be important to them at a young age. We still hope that all these little moments will leave an impression that they will remember.  

But there WAS ONE THING we completely missed out on with the Gilbert Temple.

I distinctly remember sitting in the Stake Center with friends at the 1st morning session watching the Cornerstone Ceremony and thinking, "Why on earth am I NOT there with my kids right now?"  I didn't feel deprived. Not jealous. Just surprised at myself.  Surprised that with everything associated in the temple construction, that I would forget about the cornerstone ceremony - how could I forget that when I KNEW every temple has a corner stone ceremony?  And how could I forget that, especially when my kids longed to be a part of the dedication in any way they could?  

I resolved then and there, that when the time came, I would take my kids to the Phoenix Temple Cornerstone Ceremony.

Here we are 8 months later.  
And I'm happy to say that WE WERE THERE.

Yesterday morning, we woke up early.  Drove for an hour.  It was a total shot in the dark.  All we truly planned on experiencing was catching a glimpse of what was happening from a distance & getting to take a picture by the Phoenix Temple Cornerstone after everything cleared away.  We were prepared to walk a mile or two and stand on the public side walk, because I was pretty sure we wouldn't be allowed to park at Wet and Wild & be bused with the people who had tickets for the dedication in the temple.  As we got closer, I even began to worry that perhaps kids younger than 8 wouldn't be allowed at the cornerstone ceremony.  I was prepared to be turned away, or to have to wait until it was over to get anywhere close.

Much to our surprise, we were allowed to be bused with everyone else.  We were allowed to have little kids, and others did, too.  We didn't have to walk 2 miles, but as the unusually crisp wind blew, I realized I was prepared for every possible scenario, EXCEPT for how cold it was! 

We found a lucky blanket in the back of the van, a lucky straggling beanie cap, some lucky extra socks for my niece, and my husband gave Emmett his suit coat jacket.









When the time finally came for the Cornerstone Ceremony, we were pretty close.  In fact, we were shockingly close.  We had planned to watch it from the grass, but there ended up being plenty of room on the steps, and there was a chain blocking off the area between the steps and the doors to the temple.  Come to find out, that very place we moved to ended up being the best spot of all.  There was a cluster of kids right up front, and next to them were some teenagers.  Erin told me we should ask the teenagers to let the boys stand in front of them.  I got to looking & realized that with the way we were, and with the height of my children, if the boys stayed with me, I'd have to lift them up to see anything, or I could try asking if the boys could stand with the other kids and next to the teenagers.  I asked this amazing young man named Nate if the boys could stand by him - he had zero hesitation & said "Absolutely!"  About 10 minutes until 10am, I let my kids go by Nate, and they were stuffed in a spot where they thought they couldn't see at all.  Nate realized they were by him, and he moved them to stand right in front of him.  When the prophet walked out of the temple with Elder Uchdorf & Elder Oaks, I realized that because of where Nate put my kids, they had a straight shot view to where the prophet was.  Then I realized the prophet himself was walking right towards my children.  I was only a few feet away myself, but there were still several people in front of me.  Because of Nate's kindness, however, my kids had no obstruction to their view whatsoever.  The prophet said something & high fived the group of kids next to my boys.  Then he paused to wiggle his ears for the kids (which apparently my boys were totally oblivious to the ear wiggles, haha), and then he moved along towards the cornerstone.  I couldn't see very well anymore, but at this point I almost wasn't trying to see, because I was so shocked by what just happened.  I was so grateful, and I reached thru the crowd & squeezed Nate's arm and I told him I'll love him forever.  Then he grinned at me and said, "He talked to YOUR BOY!"  I was so blown away as the ceremony continued & as we listened to the choir.  When the ceremony was completed, all the leaders came back towards us.  I was surprised by how young Elder Uchdorf looks in person, and how old the prophet looks, and how skinny Elder Oaks is compared to the last time I saw him in person.  On the way back, I finally felt like it was okay to take a picture.  The prophet looked at the kids again, and headed towards the doors, when he decided to turn back, and go meet some kids further along in the line.

When it was all over, the crowd dispersed quickly, and my boys came over to me.  I finally found out what happened when they were at the front of the chain.  When the prophet came by them, he looked in Tyson's eyes and smiled - TWICE.   When he looked at Emmett - who was still wearing Mitchell's very large suit coat, President Monson said, "That coat is a little big for you, huh?"  And then he laughed.  My kids were shocked by Pres. Monson.  Tyson said to me, "I can't believe he made a joke instead of saying something reverent!"  I asked Emmett how he felt, and he said with some surprise, "I felt like that was funny."  It was so cute.

My kids may have not felt like they felt the Spirit in the way they normally feel the Spirit, but I did and it was just as strong as ever.  You can feel close to the Spirit when you're happy, and even amid humor, and especially when a 17 year old boy shows selfless kindness to a stranger's children so that they can see the prophet . . . you can definitely feel the Spirit then!

This is me, Emmett, Tyson, and Nate - our new forever friend from Deer Valley.

 Here's the prophet on the way back from the cornerstone.


Here's Miles watching from Mitch's shoulders--we would have considered letting him stand by Nate if he hadn't previously walked thru people's legs & right under the chain to try to march his little self into the temple - as if he owned the place. :)  He was so happy to be there & he was jabbering to strangers about the temple & pointing to it.


Not going to lie, the water coolers were an equally main attraction of the day.

 I'm so happy Mike, Erin, Hudson, & Lexi were crazy enough to wake up early and come with us.  They helped us get ready faster & out the door sooner, and they helped us enjoy the morning much better than being alone - Hudson & Miles are best friends.

The extra mortar ran out RIGHT BEFORE our group, so we didn't get to use the tools, but we were able to smooth it into the cracks with our fingers.






 Erin got snagged by the media to be on the 5 o'clock news.  Who wouldn't want to talk to a beautiful red head with a darling infant?  She did great being put on the spot.






 Hudson wanted to be in the picture with us - besides the fact that I love him like he's my own & feel like he fits right in with us - I also felt like his desire to be in a picture with us was foreshadowing to what's about to come...in just a few months, we will have 4 boys of our own.  Oh my goodness gracious!


 Waiting for the shuttle bus




 When we got on the "to-bus" and the "from-bus" back & forth from the temple, I was disappointed, because neither of our drivers ended up being my father-in-law.  Come to find out, though, if he had been our driver, we wouldn't have really had a moment to talk to him.  When we arrived back at the parking lot, who do you think was the driver in the empty bus behind us?  DALE!  It was so great - we actually had a moment to say hi and for the boys to give him a hug as he waited for the bus in front of him to empty.  I felt like it was the PERFECT ending to the PERFECT morning - a morning that turned out FAR BETTER than I had ever imagined.






When it was all said and done, we got back to our part of the valley, and watched the 2nd dedication session from our stake center.  My dad came to join us so he could spend time with us & Mike & Erin, too - they weren't with us at the Gilbert Temple Dedication because they still lived in DC.  So my dad took advantage of the opportunity to spend time with them in this temple dedication, too.  He's such a busy man.  It means so much to me that he purposely tries to make opportunities to spend with his kids...even though we're "grown-up" kids, we need that time with him as much now as we did when we were little.  The Spirit was so strong - it made me remember that amazing day in the Gilbert Temple Dedication earlier this year & the way I felt there.  In many, many ways, the Phoenix Temple Dedication felt exactly the same - just as powerful, just as tender, just as sweet.  

Especially because of the eventful morning we had watching the cornerstone as the symbolic completion of the temple, this particular quote really hit home to me during the 2nd session: 

“Every foundation stone that is laid for a Temple, and every Temple completed according to the order the Lord has revealed for his holy Priesthood, lessens the power of Satan on the earth, and increases the power of God and Godliness.”—President George Q. Cannon


What a day.  It was a day that makes me want, at all the truly important events we may have opportunities to attend, to be able to say, "We were there!"

Monday, October 20, 2014

October 2014

Emmett was sitting at the table explaining how our whole family was sick the other day....

"Well, three of us are sick with something.
I'm sick because I have a lot of boogers and can't breathe.
Tyson is sick because of his skin problem.
Mom is sick of the baby.
And dad is grumpy sick."

I explained to him that I'm not sick of the baby, but what I have is called, "Morning Sickness".

"Oh!  Well, Mom is "Day Sick", he says.

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A couple nights ago, I was helping Tyson with his Harry Potter disease.  His arms were overly irritated from the creams, and he was picking at some flaky skin, when it started to bleed.  He felt bad and came in to me.

"I pulled at the flakes, and it was foolish of me."

I have to be sensitive to his needs so I can't giggle at his word choice when he uses words like 'foolish', but he's just so cute.  A few seconds later I was putting some Aquaphor on the dry skin behind his knees, and I asked him if he was okay.

"Yeah, that's really calming to my skin."

Foolish.  Calming.  Are these normal word choices for a 7 year old?  I think it's so cute.

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Sunday, October 12, 2014

Marry that Bird....

There's this song on the radio by a group called Magic!, and the song is about a young man who wants to marry the girl he loves, so he goes to her father to ask for his blessing, and the father says he won't give his blessing on their union until the day he dies.  So the rest of the chorus goes:

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human too
Why you gotta be so rude
I'm gonna marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Yeah no matter what you say
(Marry that girl) And we'll be a family



What's hilarious is that my boys tell me I'm singing it wrong, and they sing along with the song at the top of their lungs, 

"Marry that BIRD".

I keep telling them it's "Marry that girl", but Tyson & Emmett keep insisting that it sounds exactly like "Marry that bird."  It's so hilarious, because they're dead serious on those lyrics, even though it makes no sense. 

Anyway, just a side note...the lead singer of that song is on the right side of this image I just found on Google:



My husband just asked this very open ended, and rhetorical question:
 If that guy asked for your daughter's hand in marriage, WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?
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The other day, we were having scripture study as a family, and Mitchell was trying to make a point about Alma the Younger.  The first verse in the chapter we were in said, "O, that I were an angel, and could have the wish of my heart."  Alma wanted to proclaim the gospel as an angel so that he could help people turn their lives around.  

And Mitchell asked the boys, "Why do you think he wanted to be like an angel?"  And they responded that he wanted to be like an angel, because that's how Alma got his testimony - an angel came & his voice shook the earth, and Alma finally realized he needed to change his life, so Alma wanted to be able to proclaim the gospel in a similarly effective kind of way.  


image from lds.org 


The next thing we know, Emmett (who is only 5),

 stares at the ceiling and sighs in a slightly 

INSULTED way, "EASY!"

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So my cute little sis turned 25.  For her birthday, we went tubing down the salt river.  I'm super lucky she thinks I'm cool enough to hang out with her young single friends...especially when I'm so old, married & pregnant.  Haha!  At any rate, we were considering taking our oldest to the river with us to tube it for the first time...he is 7 1/2, so a little young, but he is a good swimmer, and we were toying with the idea, so we asked him what he wanted to do.  Of course this boy is an avid fan of the show, "River Monsters", and so he hears rivers and thinks there's NO WAY he's going to risk his life and float on a tube with us.  

He very emphatically explained to Mitchell...

"I do NOT want to go to the river, and here are the reasons:

ONE....ROCKS!

TWO....PREDATOR FISH!"

We decided not to risk his life - he can go when he's older.  

We were lucky - we had such a great time on the river - the weather was perfect & we enjoyed ourselves for  several hours.  The sky was still clear when we got off the river, and only 20-30 minutes later, we were still wet in our swimming suits, and driving home when there was a major downpour of rain....like MAJOR.  It was so crazy!

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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Gotta Remember This....

I love my boys...they've been making me smile lately with what they say...especially because I'm expecting a baby, and because my boys are at an age where they are curious about how these things work - we have had some interesting and funny moments regarding questions about the human anatomy and the circle of life.

One of those moments (that is actually appropriate to publicly share) came just the other day.  In just a few days from now we're going to find out the gender of our 4th baby the trendy way - (much to my husband's delight, my friend offered to throw a "gender celebration" for our family, so we had to take advantage of being hip and fun people.  I do think it's important to enjoy this baby as much as the others, even if we didn't do a gender reveal with any of our 1st 3 children, haha.) :)  We do happen to live in the 21st century, so we might as well experience it to the fullest, right?

At any rate, I was explaining to my oldest that we'll invite all our family over and find out together what this baby is going to be, and I said, "When we go, we'll need to wear the color of whatever you think the baby is going to be."

And Tyson thought for a second, "Like white or brown?"

I was so confused!  "What do you mean?"

"Like white skin or brown skin?" he said as if that was the only option.

I about died laughing & then I explained to him - "Well, Son, the baby could only have brown skin, if your daddy had brown skin."

He made a face and said, "Oh...I never thought of that!"

Kids are so cute and innocent!
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Emmett has a story even funnier than that - it also came out of pure innocence, and happened during a prayer, even, but it's totally inappropriate to share online.  So sorry.  That goes in my personal journal - you can read it when I am old & gray.

Emmett does happen to be entirely convinced that this next baby is a girl, and he is really mad that he's supposed to wear pink to the party if that's what he thinks.   He says he doesn't need to wear pink, but he KNOWS it's going to be a girl, and he's decided we don't need to have a gender reveal party...that way he won't have to have anything to do with the color pink.  Tyson is a better sport about wearing pink - he's also just as certain it's going to be a girl.  I'm without a doubt expecting a boy.  We'll see in just a couple days.

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Miles has recently begun talking, thanks to his fabulous speech therapist, Emily.  I am amazed at the progress we've seen from him in such a short amount of time.  I'm also shocked, because suddenly he's a little person with real words that I don't expect him to say.

For example, he's always saying, "Tank Oooh, Mommy!"  or   "Tank Oooh, Daddy!"  He's so polite.  I seriously wonder where he got it from, because I don't remind him to say these things.  He used to sign it all the time, but I'm still surprised he says thank you so naturally.

In the middle of the summer, shortly after he started speech therapy, he began to refer to himself.  I only realized he was trying to say his name after he repeated it several times and pointed to himself at the same time.  He can't say the L in his name very well, so he calls himself, "Mouws".  And I'm pretty sure that his big brother, Emmett has PERMANENTLY nicknamed Miles "Mouse" because of it.  It makes us smile every time we hear that.

In the early summer,  we were at Chick-fil-a & Miles lost his shoes in the play area.  He came out looking for me & signed perfectly, "Where'd my shoes go?"  Except in ASL it looked like...SHOES-WHERE - GO?, and he had the most darling questioning facial expressions to match the signs.  A lady sitting nearby complimented him on how amazing he was at signing - she had also seen him signing other things.  Obviously after the Chick-fil-a experience, I shouldn't have been surprised this week when, he was helping me carry in groceries.  He tried to carry the toilet paper package, but it was way too heavy for his 2 foot tall little body, and he was staggering.  I told him to set it down...so he wandered back to me, and looked up at me, still holding the 12 toilet paper rolls, and so I told him again what to do.  He finally verbalized the question, "Where?"  It feels like such a break through & it's so amazing to me.  I'm grateful that he had a language to draw on from sign language before he could speak, and now that he is learning how to talk, he is more aptly able at putting all those deep thoughts he had in his head into words.  I'm also realizing that I have a very smart little boy on my hands.  

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Monday, September 15, 2014

I'm Too Intense for Myself....

Life has been super crazy for me lately.

Don't get me wrong - CRAZY is normal for me.  In fact, I usually live my life with a certain amount of intensity that other people don't approve of.

For example, my father in all of his loving kindness told me sometime earlier this year, "Quit trying to be superwoman all the time."

My husband is very supportive of everything I do, but I could tell that when the PTSO sent home a flier BEGGING for help this Spring, he would have checked HIMSELF into an insane assylum if I had run for any kind of office this year.  So I SQUASHED THAT THOUGHT, and I am just helping them with a fund raiser Fun Run in a couple months from now.

My father in law, also in all of his loving kindness has also told me to learn the word, "No."

My sister in law has also told me that when people ask me to do things I need to say no.  What's hilarious is that 2 days later she texted me from her vacation at the Homestead asking for a picture.  I was in the middle of moving & actually knew where it was. To relish the moment, I told her I would be happy to help her out, but someone gave me advice to say no, so I couldn't.  Hahaha!  I don't know why I think that's so funny.  Don't worry, I gave her the picture....  Well, wait.  Actually...I'm not sure if I did...her scrapbooking is on hold because she's not on vacation anymore, and I have this crazy problem that has developed since I gave birth to my 3rd child:  Sometimes I THINK about doing something, and once in a while, MY BRAIN checks it off of my mental list of things to do, because I THOUGHT about doing it, even though I never followed thru.  Heaven help me - I'm only 30.  So, Tina, if I didn't actually get that to you, please let me know.

Anyway.

I've come to find out that while I'm too intense for others sometimes, that once in a while LIFE happens, and that's when I've realized that I can be too intense for myself.

Usually when my life is stressful, I will blog as an outlet to my stress, and the pressure of what's going on is relieved, but I have been battling so much lately that I haven't even been able to relieve my stress thru blogging.  Over the last several months I have STARTED 7 posts and never finished them - they are currently saved in my Drafts folder - I need to learn how to write more concisely so that I can publish quicker...even this "quick" post is getting wordy.  In my spare time, maybe I can practice that.  I also have 4 posts started IN MY HEAD - deep thoughts I've been mulling over, fun things I want to remember, life in it's most perfect moments only saved in my memory.

So anyway.  That's where I am. Life got a little too intense for me this Spring.  My husband had a surgery where a highly precancerous tumor was removed & honestly I've never really been the same since - he's okay, and I'm okay, but WHILE he was recovering, we were in the cast of the Easter Pageant & had the neighbor boy coming with us & participated with my sister in law & nephew - such a beautiful experience that I don't regret in the slightest.  Then my brother came home from Guatemala.  Then my sister moved home from D.C., and then we had a million family activities during the short month that our entire family was home - it was profound & beautiful & exhausting.  Then my brother Heber went to Mexico for his mission & it ripped my heart out to say goodbye at the airport, but he's doing well & he's a great missionary.  And then I moved....MOVE is a FOUR LETTER WORD - I learned that I was a hoarder, and I worked with a therapist named Kristin (my amazing friend who volunteered so much to help me).  I literally touched everything I've ever owned and moved it.  And then we moved and I was blessed to become pregnant, but the 1st trimester is always the most emotionally exhausting & the scariest for our family as we have lost so many babies in the 1st trimester.  The Distinguished Young Women of AZ program just ended Saturday - I was over sponsorship this year & learned SO MUCH.  It was a great program - my piano studio has tripled, I am teaching preschool again, and doing daycare, and still need to finish unpacking, but I throw up a lot, because my morning sickness gets worse with every pregnancy.  Haha!

I just lost my lunch, but LIFE is good, and I am happy.

Obviously it's getting a little better, because I found a smidgin' of time today to blog.  It feels good to blog.  It's like a part of who I am inside is waking up again after this crazy whirlwind of stress on steroids that I've been thru.  We'll be emerging slowly, though. Maybe the intensity is dropping just a little - it's not dropping enough to allow me to edit this post, or add in italics or colored letters, or pull out emphasis.  But that's okay.

I'll be back again soon.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Being the Advocate

I thought I understood the word "advocate" pretty well until I became one. 

I have been learning that when you're the advocate for your child, you are their voice when they have none.

You speak up for them when someone who should prioritize them doesn't.

You cheer for them and notice their accomplishments when others don't see it.

The Momma Bear or Papa Bear comes out at times you don't expect, but you're ready.

Always ready.

Internally you struggle to accept the fight you're fighting even though you thought you already accepted it.

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THE HEARING TEST

And sometimes when you're the advocate for your child you go to an audiologist & balance center to get a hearing test.  You do it because the pediatrician sent you, and you feel like you're doing the right thing and that you'll get answers.  But then you realize you got an audiologist that doesn't really care to go the extra mile.  "Maybe we should send him away with a sticker so that he's not scared; we want him to be happy when he comes back the next time."

I thought in shock.

Excuse me? 

Why don't you finish the tests we came here to do?  We don't show up to places like this just for fun.

We don't enjoy throwing away $100 to do an easy test with an inconclusive diagnosis and have you tell me all the things I could have told you myself - such as "he can hear well in at least one of his ears." 

Not trying to be rude, but we already knew that.  And what kind of advice is "practice sticking things in his ears?" 

Also from a bargain perspective, I can buy 1,000+ stickers for $7 at Staples...I don't want ONE sticker for $100.

When I was finished being dumbfounded, I found my voice & spoke up in Miles' behalf.  I convinced her to at least try the other tests.  One of them was helpful & unfortunately the one that would have provided the REAL information we were looking for needs to be done again in 6 months...*sigh* But at least we gave it a real try.

Sometimes I still wonder if he has some sort of minor hearing distortion or slight hearing loss that affects the way he hears sounds and forms them back - but maybe not - we won't really know until he can sit quietly & still for 45 seconds with a monitor watching the waves on his ear drum.  In the mean time we just have to go forward as if there is no hearing problem at all, because that's the only choice we were given.

I felt only half successful as his advocate that day.
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THE EVALUATION

Sometimes when you're the advocate, you meet with Early Intervention.  Again.  And again.

You think it'll actually help this time.

It doesn't.

They wait until the last possible second to test your child. 

You only go there because you don't know where else to go.

Truthfully, the evaluation WAS helpful because they were a second source to confirm that yes he does have a speech delay, but since they tested him at the very end of the window, he had developed a new skill or two in the days leading up to the evaluation that bumped his scores up to just barely scrape the range of not qualifying for services....they also counted his communication with sign language to boost his scores...that hadn't been counted before...but now that it was counted, they felt they didn't need to help him.  My mom summed up what they told me pretty well - "You're working your buns off; keep it up."  I understand that my child doesn't need multiple therapies - he is not severely handicapped, he's not autistic, he doesn't have major physically or mental delays and I'm sure that what he struggles with in comparison to other kids that they do qualify for services is probably a dramatic difference, and I believe that the kids with more severe delays should qualify for services. 

However, I'm also telling you that where my son's speech delay falls is STILL a dramatic difference compared to even the middle or average of the range he should be in, and we're only where we're at because we've been working harder than we've ever worked, and all of it was just to have them to congratulate me that he barely didn't qualify.  I should be happy I guess, but I'm too exhausted to keep this pattern & schedule up and to just scrape by. 

They left me so frustrated & without hope. At the end of the 2nd evaluation, I just cried. Now that I look back, I believe it's good that they made me feel that way, because I needed to realize that's how I've felt after ALL of my experiences with them.  They are NOT the right avenue for me and my child.  Early Intervention touts a worthy mission & cause, but they don't live up to it in the way I thought they could.  I realized that I need an avenue that gives me hope - one that puts my son as a priority - one that is more about getting results than doing paperwork. 

Believe it or not, I have a friend whose son has down syndrome.  She told me she wished she didn't have to rely on Early Intervention at all & that she could do ALL of her son's therapies in the private sector.  I was shocked at what she said.  I thought that surely having greater needs than my child, that HE would get the kind of services he needed - but as she fights his cause & helps be an advocate for him, she feels that even having special needs, he isn't getting what he needs even though he "qualifies".   SHE is the one who opened my mind to realize that there are OTHER places to go!  Of course there are!  I should have known that!  This is America!!!  America is built upon capitalism - and we all know that the private sector is better - I wish I would have realized sooner that Early Intervention was NOT the only place there ever was to go.  But this was my first time in the trenches with anything of this sort, so I have been on a learning curve. 

We have already found a speech therapist that we LOVE, & I'll talk more about that in another post.  Essentially, in less time than I spent waiting to get approval from Early Intervention, we have already seen some encouraging results, because it's a more effective avenue!  If there ever is a next time, if I can, I'm going to skip learning the hard way.

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WE ALL HAVE AN ADVOCATE

What I've really learned from being someone's advocate is that WE ALL have an advocate.

His name is Jesus Christ.

He is our advocate with the Father.

He is full of perfect justice, and He is equally merciful.

He pleads our case.

He looks at our situation from ALL the angles.

He knows the ins and outs of our story.

When no one else puts us as a priority, we can pray, and He is there immediately.

He knows what we need BEFORE we even think to ask Him in prayer for it.

He is ALWAYS there with open arms waiting for us to Come Unto Him, because WE ARE ALWAYS HIS PRIORITY - WE ARE HIS WORK & HIS GLORY.

He sees our imperfections - He knows what we need to work on - He forgives us of our weaknesses, and when we let Him, HE MAKES OUR WEAKNESSES STRONG. 

HE LOVES US.  HE GAVE EVERYTHING FOR US.  When we can't see anything good inside of ourselves, HE finds it & whispers encouragement through the Spirit. 

When we struggle to learn, He teaches us.  Patiently.  He teaches the same principle as many times as we need to "get it".  When we "get it", He shows us the next thing we need to learn or work on.

When we can't find our way, He shows it to us.

I love Him so much - when I fight for my son as his advocate, I think about how the Savior's grace and mercy heals me - it reaches out and scoops me up.   I want to give that same kind of love to my kids, and I know that is what I need to do for Miles...and for Emmett....and for Tyson...in all of their respective fights...whatever it is that they might face, I need to follow the example of my Savior, and be there for my kids just as He is always there for me: fiercely, passionately, kindly, patiently, humbly, and happily.

ADVOCATE.

That word means so much more than I ever thought it could mean.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Spiritual Talents

I have been overwhelmed by the amount of love & encouragement that I have received in response to my last post about Miles.  When I posted, I was just writing my thoughts to get them out...to "keep it real" on my blog.  And you know what happened?  God took it somewhere.  Without realizing it, I uplifted a few people, and in turn they all lifted me.  I knew I had friends, but it was humbling to remember that their love and experiences and support is really there for me.  In an entirely different way than I expected, what really matters - the wave of love I felt - was my friends' way of "keeping it real" .  It was so beautiful to remember that friends, acquaintances, and even complete strangers are in my support team & on Miles' side, too.  I am such a blessed woman to have friends, and I want you all to know that I am deeply appreciative of your kind words & thoughts.

I had an interesting experience.
We are on a home-hunt right now.
My husband and I spent some serious energy praying about what to do with where we should move.
We even went to the temple, which to us is one of the holiest places on earth.
And I got some answers to my questions.
But they were answers to questions I didn't even know I was asking.
Questions that had nothing to do with our home-hunt.


A DIFFERENT ANSWER

1)  As a parent, when you hear "speech delay"...or any other problem for that matter, you worry about your child's entire life.  You can't help but wonder about the future: How will this affect him in school?  Will he regress again?  Will he be able to read and write well?  Will he have to be put on an IEP?  Will he be pulled out of the classroom?  Will he struggle?  You just stress out about everything you cannot control.  The worst part about what-ifs is that they really are just "what ifs".  The only certainties are the ones that are here and now.  The problem with what-ifs is that they can steal away the present if you let them.  It's tricky because you have to quit caring about the what-ifs so that you can enjoy the present, but at the same time, as a parent, you feel a responsibility to be proactive in the present in order to avoid the worst case scenario of what-ifs.  The struggle can make you go crazy, but then you remember to be grateful for the struggle, because that's what life is all about - overcoming challenges, having faith in the Lord, doing our best and knowing that the Lord's grace will make up the rest.

Even though I was praying about our decision to move, these other concerns were on the back of my mind, and they were the ones I got answers to.  The impression I had came very strongly:  You have talents, but he does, too - they are DIFFERENT talents than you have, but you will teach him, and he will teach you. 

That might sound like a really easy principle to understand...almost like a common sense sort of impression, but it came to me specifically when I was asking God about other things, so it's stayed with me and I've been pondering it ever since.

I have talents in communication - just ask my husband - I communicate everything I ever hope to say in a clear and effective manner.   (Okay, Honey, you can quit rolling on the floor laughing).  In all seriousness, though, I have always enjoyed reading & writing and it's blessed my life.  I also have experience with Sign Language, so it's been easy for me to teach Miles signs without feeling overwhelmed.  Because communication is one of my talents, it's important to me, and that's why I've worried so much about Miles & his success in this area.  But now I'm looking at all of this differently and now I'm wondering what are the things that he will be teaching me.  I've already found a couple.

MILES HAS SPIRITUAL TALENTS

2) One of the sweetest prayers I've ever heard was given by Miles.  At that point he hadn't been doing very well at repeating words, or imitating sounds, but we had a family night and he wanted to give the prayer.  So Mitch helped him:

"Heavenly Father" (Mitch)
"Eh" (Miles)
"Thank you"
"Uh"
"For this day...."
"Ah"
"Help us..."
"Eh"
.....the prayer continued in this fashion until the end, and Miles tried to say Amen at the end.

In that moment I didn't care that he couldn't say any of the words, because I could FEEL what was in his heart, and it was SO SWEET.  Here I had a darling 2 year old with big eyes, folding his arms, and he was so happy to help with the prayer - he has the DESIRE to participate in higher things.  What more could a mother ask for? 

It's in moments like these that I know the reasons we are told in the scriptures to be as the little children.

3)  On Saturday, May 17th, we attended the funeral of Mettie Skye Tingey.  She was only 26 days old when she passed away.  Mettie is Miles' 2nd cousin.  We bought our mini van from her parents, Matt & Rochelle just a couple years ago when they were having their 6th kid (at that time we had had our 3rd kid and needed something bigger than a compact car, and they needed something bigger than a mini-van - we found their post on Craigslist, but didn't realize it was Matt, as in Matt-Mitch's-COUSIN, until we saw him in person. It was actually a fun experience to buy their van, and we were sold on the spot - we knew they were honest about the history, it was in our price range, and they kept it in great condition).  We look up to Matt & Rochelle & were excited for them to have another baby, and were heartbroken to hear about all of Mettie's health struggles. 

Mettie was their 7th child. She was born this Spring, and she was going to be the tie-breaker for their family.  The had 3 boys and 3 girls, so they didn't find out her gender until she was born.  They didn't know until she was born, that she would have physical and mental handicaps.  They did EVERYTHING possible to help her live as long as she could, but sweet little Mettie just wasn't able to make it longer than 26 days.  Rochelle made a blog about Mettie.  It's a must read - their family is a pillar of faith and hope and the joy they found amid the pain is sweeter than words can tell: www.sweetmettie.blogspot.com .




In the days leading up to the funeral, I was showing my mom Mettie's blog, and Miles got really excited.  He had never seen pictures of Mettie before, but when he saw the pictures on the screen, he ran across the room, crawled on my lap, and would point at the screen.  He started repeating the things I was saying, and he tried over and over to say her name, "Meh!  Meh! Meh!"  He got really excited when he saw her picture.  He seemed to be most excited on the pictures of her in the hospital. 

 


I felt as if he knew her from before this life began.  The feeling in the room as he was expressing his excitement, especially with the pictures of her hooked up to machines and having a rough time made me feel almost like he knew that's how her life would be like, and that he was excited she was able to fulfill her mission on earth and be with her family.  I felt the Spirit really strong, and I asked him, "Why are you trying to say everything I'm saying?  Do you know her?  Is she your friend?"  And he tried to say, "Friend". 

I was just amazed. He hasn't ever acted the same way with baby pictures of other babies, and it made me wonder, "Wow!  Who is this special little girl, Mettie?"  and "Wow!  Who is my little boy, Miles, that he would remember her, and feel this way?"

As if that moment in time wasn't proof enough, Miles did the same thing when we walked in the doors of the funeral service and saw the table display of all Mettie's beautiful pictures.  He pointed and again said, "Meh!" "Meh!" for Mettie.  Then when we hugged her family and said good-bye to Mettie - she looked so perfect in her white dress - kind of like a porcelain doll - just so perfect.  She was wearing a bracelet with a heart on it, and in the heart was a picture of her family.  Miles looked at her and signed, "Sleeping".



Through all of these experiences...while many things in my life are so uncertain, there are other things that I am beginning to see so clearly.  I know that I am the one who is learning. 

As much as I know and hope to teach my children throughout the years, I am learning that they are here to teach me, too.  I believe that while children are young like Miles, that they have memories of Heaven.  I believe that because so quickly they can recognize the feelings of Heaven when it's around them.  I believe that's a spiritual talent and by watching my kids in these precious years of innocence, and especially the way my life has been affected in the last couple of years with my sweet little Miles, through those experiences I have felt closer to my Heavenly Father, and I know that children are a blessing straight from Heaven.  Without a doubt, one of Mettie's purposes on earth was the same, and she did it in a powerful way.  She knew her job was to help her family and those around her feel closer to Heaven - she fulfilled her mission with such grace and beauty.  The story of her family and how they love Mettie is a tale of hope and faith, courage and endurance, and pure, unconditional, Christ-like love.  Now it's up to us to develop those talents so that someday we can go where she is with the angels in Heaven.