A late summer outing

Richard’s work party was held last Friday evening at a local theme park. Richard was out of town, so we went without him.

We gathered from the far reaches of our current domains to be together. Paige came up from school in Provo and we met Daniel at his job in Murray. Timothy turned down two invitations from friends to be with us. Mark skipped a baseball practice.

After much ado, we were together, driving up I-15 in the old black minivan. I switched songs on the radio based on the commentary from the back seats. Finally, we resorted to the classical station, only to hear Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, its pensive notes contrasting with the mood of the evening. Timothy made a joke about roller coasters in slow motion to match the melody and we all laughed, the frustrations and responsibilities of the day sliding off and revealing a truer version of ourselves.

During that drive, a familiar feeling came to my heart. I felt as I did during our drives in Arizona, seeking homeschool adventure in our old van, years ago. Triggered by the old, well-trod pattern togetherness, we laughed as we heard Timothy and Daniel’s protests against Adele’s songs on every radio station. The voices were deeper and no one was strapped in a car seat, but some essential feeling had come back during the drive.

It made me wonder if I will ever love a stage of life as much those years when we ran around the desert together. It made me sad that I hated the desert so much when we lived there. I didn’t appreciate what a gift that isolation was to our family. I always loved time with the kids, but who knew the backdrop of our adventures would also hold my heart? When will my point of reference for “wonderful” move to a new period in our lives?

I have changed during these four years, living in the mountains. I don’t lead out in adventures with the kids as I used to. Did I impart all my courage to them, or have I redirected my courage to other areas? I have always lived with big fears, but they, too seem to change. A new fear is that the best days with the kids all together are over.

I want to remember this night because it reminded me that despite all that has changed, some essence of our family dynamic remains strong. We still love our times together. I want it to be enough to know that, despite the reality that similar days are rare.

The late summer twilight-lit faces, spinning and rushing through the park that night are a memory I hope will join the ranks of the good old days when I look back on it, years from now. By then, I trust that these bittersweet thoughts will be dulled by time and experience and new joys. The light really was golden on this evening, perfect for capturing and framing good memories.

Marriage

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I have decided to share a few things Richard and I discussed recently about what makes our marriage work. Really, this list could be summed up in two words, love and respect. But in more detail, we try to…

  • Avoid talking negatively about our spouse to others. 
  • Support one other in the pursuit of personal interests and development of talents.
  • Maintain a time when electronic devices are off-limits when we are together.
  • Do a variety of things together: work, play, worship, learn.
  • Find identity and interests apart from our children.
  • Turn to our spouse, not friends and family for support first.
  • Avoid keeping score on time, activities, obligations, and money.
  • Greet one another warmly at the end of the day. Give a kiss goodbye.
  • Speak to one another with respect and kindness.
  • Honor traditional roles. We don’t resent them; we find ways to make them “ours” by using our talents and interests as we fulfill them.
  • Help one another in all things. This requires education, skill, and sacrifice.
  • Continue to work on things that aren’t happy parts of our marriage. We go to bed unsettled sometimes, realizing we can face things with a clearer head the next day.

Marriage has a private life in our hearts and minds. Its success seems to come with a conscious effort to school our thoughts and actions. Feelings of love are a natural result of kindness and loyalty, but real love is so much better than infatuation. It is knowing we have a best friend. It is being a best friend. Sometimes our thinking must change if we are to learn to love truly and deeply. We are still learning.

A good movie

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Richard was going to work a few hours from home today, and I just finished reading the book, Far From the Madding Crowd. I decided to watch the movie by myself on Vid Angel. He sat down to watch the first scene with me and immediately liked what he saw. Work was forgotten and we spent the afternoon watching this beautiful adaptation of Thomas Hardy’s novel together.

It’s good, good, good. It is certainly not as rich as the book, but the cinematography is as beautiful as Thomas Hardy’s descriptions. Most of the lead actors are just right, especially Gabriel Oak and Bathsheba Everdeen.

Lessons, hard-earned

I won’t share the experiences that prompted these lessons learned, but they are mine and maybe one will be helpful to you today.

Don’t forget to season your opinions with love for others.

You can love your opinions too much. These monuments to your “wisdom” and experience can be like idols, blinding you to the greater truths and realities that are all around you. Many truths can only be found through empathy and understanding for others and a willingness to obey God’s will.

When we speak out from a place of emotional pain or anger, it is easy to lose empathy and compassion, because these feelings draw us into ourselves. Anger and pain are part of life, but God is the best one to sort out these feelings with.

What will it matter that I made my point, if I lose a portion of my capacity to love in the process?

The people of August 31, 2016

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I just deleted an obnoxious post listing all the things I did yesterday. I listed them under categories: Things I did for my kids, husband, church, community, and self. Here is the breakdown of how long the paragraphs under these headings were:

  • Things I did for my kids : (7 lines)
  • Things I did for my husband : (3 lines)
  • Things I did for my calling : (4 lines)
  • Things I did for my community: (1 line)
  • Things I did for myself: (2 lines)

So why did I delete the post? As I surveyed the intricacies of my day, it seemed to me that a lot of what I do is menial. A lot of what I do is repetitive. In all the listing and doing, I lost sight of the beautiful, most important parts of the day. What I want to remember about August 31, 2016 is not how many errands I ran, but who I ran the errands for and who I interacted with along the way. The most important things I did were not things, they were the interactions and connections I had with others.

Some reached out to me; I reached out to some; Others I visited, called, or wrote.

Here is a list of the people of August 31, 2016:

  • Richard
  • Paige
  • Daniel
  • Timothy
  • Mark
  • Tiffany
  • Courtland
  • Rachel
  • Jen
  • Kristy
  • Charlene
  • Cindy
  • Heidi
  • Dean
  • Roy
  • Camille
  • Sam
  • Janine
  • Steve
  • Ray
  • Shauna
  • Annette
  • Connie
  • Heather
  • Kiana
  • Cree
  • Sue
  • Kaye
  • Jennifer
  • Maren
  • Kelly

Wow, I didn’t realize how long this list would be. I am feeling really blessed to be surrounded by so many good people.

We are all meant to shine

I loved this quote from “Dressing Your Truth: Discover Your Type of Beauty” by Carol Tuttle. It addresses some of what I was trying to write earlier this week, but came off sounding accusatory instead of inspirational. I need to remember love in every opinion I choose to express.

In her book Return to Love, Marianne Williamson said, “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; its in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

And so it ends and begins

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The women in our family wear a tiara when they advance to a new decade.
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We have a 20 year old.
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11th and 8th grade. Sorry, the picture is blurry because we were laughing.
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Our free range child, in 5th grade this year in home school

She’s back at BYU. They’re back in the hallways and classrooms. Mark and I are back in session with home schooling. This transition to school felt pretty easy this year. No one started a new school, moved, or needed a lot of clothing and books.

It’s been a few years since I have been in this state about sending kids away each day to school,

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and I am very thankful that I can teach Mark at home. I have tried to write this post several times since school started, but I learned that I don’t want to share much on this topic. I feel these milestones and beginnings deeply. I feel my differences in approach strongly at this time of year. So be it.

We can keep it real and stay positive at the same time

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I posted this, took it down, posted it, took it down, and now it’s back, seasoned with more love. I decided this view is needed in a culture that encourages women to speak publicly of their faults and failings and parade negative details of their personal relationships. I received more feedback on this post than any I have written this year. This tells me that this is something we need to think about.

I was in a room full of women and someone asked me a very pointed question, that if I were to answer truthfully, it would set me and someone I love in a negative light. I answered truthfully, and I instantly regretted it. I think she was trying to humanize me, or make me more relatable. I felt crucified; my relationship with the person she asked about, tarnished. It made me sad that she thought it would help the group to hear me admit something negative about a personal relationship.

This kind of thing happens often among women. I’m not frustrated with a particular person, but a trend.

Some women have a habit that I rarely see in men, and that is the desire to compete for “last place.” Comments among women will often include someone admitting how bad they are at something. I try not to talk like this. However, it can feel really lonely to say I am doing well with something, or I have come to know something after a lot of effort. I admire women who speak from years of experience with confidence and positivity.

Some people want to “keep it real.” Some abase themselves so others can relate to them, or because they want to avoid bragging. Some women are just modest and don’t say anything. It is not wrong to be quiet, but I hope they feel empowered to speak when they need to.

I read reviews recently of a best selling book, a memoir of a woman exposing terrible, personal details of her marriage. Her aim is good, to help women be strong, but it feels sad to me that she felt the need to relate the most personal, horrible things to empower others.

No one FEELS perfect so it’s difficult to change the expectation of admitting failings publicly. If we focus on our negatives in order to feel accepted, are we really serving others? Or will the attention just be temporary, the definition of ourselves set as a victim or failure, as people hurry on to the next negative story? I wonder.

I will admit that my biggest trials and failures are where some of my most treasured understanding has come. Like pearls, my pain won’t be shown to just anyone, but the lessons I have learned, such as strength, empathy, and perspective can be shown in hundreds of ways without betraying myself.

I believe that it’s not necessary to broadcast our weaknesses or greatest pains, parading them like badges of humanity. Our weaknesses are still there, visible to many, whether we broadcast them or not. Our lives will have times when we need to acknowledge that we are grieving, or that we are experiencing difficulties. However, most of the time we can frame our lives in positives rather than negatives. I also believe we can change the outcome for our lives as we emphasize triumphs and hopes instead of our defeats and fears.