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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Adieu, Purple Beanie

Dear Grandma Brandy,

Mom has been quite insistent in trying to do my hair lately. Wearing my purple beanie every day was starting to take its toll. My hair was in a constant state of disarray. I was getting lots of tangles that hurt to comb out. I fought tooth and nail to keep my favorite accessory as a wardrobe imperative, but then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror one day after Mom did my hair.


And I had to admit, I looked pretty cute! Maybe we'll just keep the purple beanie in a safe place until next winter. I hear pigtails are the next fashion must, anyhow.

Love,
Reilly
xoxo

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Move Over, Mozart

It would seem that we have a musical prodigy in the house.

The other night, as I was tucking Taylor into bed, I asked him what bedtime song he would like me to sing before I turned the lights off. He thought it over for a moment, and said "Mom, I want to sing The Candy Song."

Thinking this must be a song he had learned in preschool, I replied "Taylor, I'm not sure I'm familiar with that particular tune. Can you sing it for me?"

"Sure, Mom."

And this is what I was serenaded with:

I love to eat candy.
I love to eat candy.

I love to eat candy
Because I love to eat candy.

But suckers are for later.....


I love to eat candy

Miss Ashley gave me candy
And I love to eat candy
But I share my candy with Reilly

Because she loves to eat candy too
And I love to eat candy too.


I love to eat caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaandy!

"Wow, Taylor." I remarked, holding back the giggles. "Did you make up that song all by yourself?"

"Yep," was the proud reply.

"Aw, you're such a good singer," I encouraged. "I just love to hear you sing."

"Thanks, Mom."


Suckers are for later.
That about made me bust a gut.

I don't let Taylor have candy very often. And he only has suckers once in a blue moon.
If you saw him last Halloween night in action, you would understand my rationale.
I present this picture as Exhibit A.

At any rate, we'd like to thank Taylor's preschool Valentine's party for the sugary inspiration that brought life to this musical work of art.

And if you think that's good, you should hear his latest diddy.
It has to do with toy cars.

Naturally.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

For Times of Trouble

It is a running joke in the Mormon community that the meeting when the high councilman comes to speak to the congregation each month is called "Dry Councilman" Sunday. This is Bryson's worst fear. He doesn't want to be that High Councilor. Personally, I don't think he has anything to worry about... Especially after listening to one of his comrades speak in our ward this past Sunday. And in their defense, most of the high councilors I've listened to recently have delivered killer addresses.

In his talk just a couple of days ago, our high councilor quoted Jeffrey R. Holland from a devotional given at Brigham Young University nearly thirty years ago. At the time, he (Elder Holland) was serving as the university's president. It amazed me how timely the counsel still was. I enjoyed the quote so much that I decided to look up the speech when I got home-- and I am so glad that I did. The address was entitled For Times of Trouble.

Sometimes life can seem incredibly overwhelming. At times it can become very easy to despair and think you are working against seemingly insurmountable odds. We think, I'll never be good enough. I'll never measure up. How on earth am I ever going to manage that?

Elder Holland's words put things in needed perspective for me:

"If you are trying hard and living right and things still seem burdensome and difficult, take heart. Others have walked that way before you.


Do you feel unpopular and different or outside the inside of things? Read Noah again. Go out there and take a few whacks on the side of your ark and see what popularity was like in 2,500 b.c.


Does the wilderness stretch before you in a never-ending sequence? Read Moses again. Calculate the burden of fighting with the Pharoahs and then a 40-year assignment in Sinai. Some tasks take time. 

Accept that. But as the scripture says, “They come to pass.” They do end. We will cross over Jordan eventually. Others have proven it.


Are you afraid people don’t like you? The Prophet Joseph Smith could share a few thoughts with you on that subject.


Do you ever feel untalented or incapable or inferior? Would it help you to know that everyone else feels that way too, including the prophets of God? Moses initially resisted his destiny, pleading that he was not eloquent in language. Jeremiah thought himself a child and was afraid of the faces he would meet.


And Enoch? I ask all of you to remember Enoch as long as you live. This is the young man who, when called to a seemingly impossible task, said, “Why is it that I have found favor in thy sight, [I] am but a lad, and all the people hate me; for I am slow of speech …” (Moses 6:31.)


Enoch was a believer. He stiffened his spine and squared his shoulders and went stutteringly on his way. Plain, old, ungifted, inferior Enoch. And this is what the angels would come to write of him.

“And so great was the faith of Enoch, that he led the people of God, and their enemies came to battle against them; and he spake the word of the Lord, and the earth trembled, and the mountains fled, even according to his command; and the rivers of water were turned out of their course; and the roar of the lions was heard out of the wilderness; and all nations feared greatly, so powerful was the word of Enoch, and so great was the power of the language which God had given him” (Moses 7:13).


Plain, old, inadequate Enoch! Whose name is now synonymous with transcendent righteousness. The next time you are tempted to paint your self-portrait dismal gray, highlighted with lackluster beige, just remember that so have this kingdom’s most splendid men and women been so tempted. I say to you as Joshua said to the tribes of Israel as they faced one of their most difficult tasks, “Sanctify yourselves, for tomorrow the Lord will do wonders among you” (Josh. 3:5)."
Jeffrey R. Holland, “For Times of Trouble,” New Era, Oct 1980, 6


Sometimes we forget that we don't have to be perfect in the here and now. The Lord's grace is sufficient for all. And even when we don't believe in ourselves, He believes in us. Where we see weakness, He sees potential. So when you have those days where you don't believe in your own strength, just trust in His. I guarantee He will see you through.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

That's Me!

There is something to be said about the self-esteem of a three year old.

Taylor loves to hear other people say his name. It makes him light up like a Christmas tree. Mind you, these unsuspecting individuals don't even need to be referring to our particular Taylor. As long as those two melodic syllables happen to be said in proper order, he is thrilled beyond recall.

I first started noticing this behavior a couple of months ago.
During a semi-recent Fast Sunday, I decided to bear my testimony and shared a story about Taylor.
Of course, I was teary-eyed and fighting back emotion-- along with the runny nose that inevitable follows.
As soon as I mentioned my little boy's name, a small voice echoed throughout the chapel.

"That's meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Just as a public service announcement-- runny nose + laughter = a snorting sound that isn't particularly pleasing to the ear. Bear that in mind if you decide to brave the Fast & Testimony microphones.

As it happens, Taylor is a pretty common surname. So our little pride & joy gets to hear his name spoken... a lot. And each time, the reaction is the same. Take last Sunday, when a member of our Church sharing Taylor's appellation was sustained in a new calling. Again the echo came.

"That's meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

But all joking aside, his sense of self and security in who he is makes me take a hard look at my own self-depreciating behavior.

When does that internal switch happen? When do we change from blissful self-acceptance to negative self-criticism?

I think we could all do with a little dose of unconditional love.
Perhaps the first place we should look is within ourselves.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Love Letter


Remember these days?
Man, we were just kids!



I still remember how shocked everyone was when we got together.

No one thought it would last.

We sure proved them wrong, didn't we?

We've had our share of roller coaster rides through the years, but one thing has always remained constant.


After all these years, we're still absolutely crazy about each other.

I'll take the good and the bad, just as long as I can continue to hold your hand through it all.

I love you, Bryson.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Just a Thought...


Inspiration can come in interesting ways.
Today it came from a random quote scribbled on a piece of paper found as I was continuing my office-cleaning odyssey.

"Now, this is the truth. We humble people, we who feel ourselves so worthless, so good-for-nothing, we are not so worthless as we think. There is not one of us but what God's love has been expended upon. There is not one of us that He has not cared for and caressed. There is not one of us that He has not desired to save and that He has not devised means to save. There is not one of us that He has not given His angels charge concerning. We may be insignificant and contemptible in our own eyes and in the eyes of others, but the truth remains that we are children of God and that He has actually given His angels... charge concerning us, and they watch over us and have us in their keeping."

- George Q. Cannon
Gospel Truths, comp. Jerreld L. Newquist, 2 vols., Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1974, 1:2.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

June Cleaver I Am Not

Tonight, I was talking with a group of some friends and the topic of homemaking was raised. Specifically, how on earth do some people possess the amazing ability to keep such an immaculate house?

My friend Susan laughed as she described how she imagined life would be as a stay-at-home mom-- before she had children. The house would be pristine, her children would be perfect. And naturally, she would be in awesome shape-- because she'd have so much extra time to work out, of course!

Extra time.


What exactly is that, and how can I get my hands on some?

I, for one, struggle to keep the house in a state of order. When I mentioned this tonight, I was teased a little-- "What are you talking about? Your house is always clean!" To which I should have replied, "Yes, but have you been to my house when I didn't know you were coming?" Why is it that I always come up with a witty comeback half an hour too late? *sigh*

This year I am trying to develop better organizational skills. I have spent almost the entirety of this day cleaning out my home office. It, tragically, has become the black hole of our little abode. But today-- victory!!! I can actually type this post at my computer without fear of being buried alive by piles of bills, catalogs, and the like. I am hopeful this is the year that good habits will finally stick.

There are a lot of perks that come along with being a stay-at-home mom. Comfortable wardrobe, being able to work with people you typically enjoy being around, being able to create your own schedule--generally speaking. But when you add kids to the equation, suddenly those starry-eyed fantasies of how life should be are brought back down to earth. Life gets crazy. Life gets messy. But it's wonderful that way.

I wouldn't change my life for anything. There are days when the stars align and our house hums like a well-oiled machine. Everything is in its place. Most days are not those days, however. We just keep doing the best that we can, and somehow everything seems to work out alright.

Because at the end of it all, I would rather my kids looked back on their childhood and thought, "Boy, we sure had such a super fun Mom" rather than "Boy, we sure had such a super clean house."

Maybe, someday, they'll get both. :)