{"id":11776,"date":"2016-02-04T13:32:09","date_gmt":"2016-02-04T19:32:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/?p=11776"},"modified":"2016-04-20T12:38:19","modified_gmt":"2016-04-20T18:38:19","slug":"betty-burns","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2016\/02\/betty-burns\/","title":{"rendered":"Betty Burns"},"content":{"rendered":"

Betty Burns, 2003-05<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

While we were living in Texas, we adopted local aunts, uncles, and grandparents for our children. One of our favorite adopted grandmothers was Betty Burns. Our friendship began when she was assigned to visit me every month as a visiting teacher. She will always be one of my favorites. She came every month and taught me the gospel and loved our children.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Betty lived in a small apartment and had limited means, but she lived with generosity. She joined our family activities naturally, coming to dinners, lunches, and a road trip. If the kids were a little grumpy, she was there to diffuse the situation with a grandmotherly laugh which taught me not to react in a negative way.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Paige invited Betty to her 8th birthday dinner. We have a video of Betty as Paige opened her handmade gift, an apron with ballerinas printed on the fabric. Baby Timothy pelted her with a balloon and she just laughed at the little boy\u2019s painless attacks.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Baptisms and baby blessings can be lonely when you live far from family and they can\u2019t make the trip to attend. Along with my parents and Rob’s family, Betty and a few other friends came to Paige’s baptism. I felt overwhelmed by support. Betty’s attendance at the baptism sealed her adoption in my heart, along with the other friends who were\u00a0<\/span><\/span>there.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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One January day she invited the kids and me to her apartment to see her decorations. She had been sick during December and hadn\u2019t been able to decorate her house for Christmas, so she decided to do it in January instead. We walked in to a cozy scene with nativities of many kinds everywhere. The festive decorations trailed all the way through her apartment, not just in her living room. She told us stories of where her nativities were purchased and let the kids touch them. I realized that this wasn\u2019t just a casual visit: we were her special guests, invited to celebrate Christmas with her. She presented me with a large box and we opened it to find a beautiful porcelain and gold Nativity from Dillard\u2019s inside. This nativity has a place in our home\u00a0<\/span><\/span>each year.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Betty was my ally. She cheered me on in my efforts at church and with our children. I have kept all of her notes to me during those years. They are full of encouragement, clothed in thanks. I was in my late twenties and she was in her seventies, and she could move among the roles of mentor and elder to friend and confidant. I needed this nurturing at this time in my life, especially because I was serving as the Relief Society president and had a responsibility to nurture many people in our church congregation. I think she needed our children, and our children needed her. One of their favorite memories of Betty was when Richard took the kids to her apartment to fix her computer. She fed them ice cream at dinnertime, as any good grandmother does.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

What did I learn from Betty? I learned generosity in friendship and faithfulness in visiting teaching. I learned that generosity needn\u2019t spring from a healthy bank account. She showed me in endless ways that she cared. I learned that generations need each other. With her laugh and attention to our kids, she influenced me to view them in a more precious way, not being so hasty to correct them. I learned that the important relationship with grandparents can be filled by someone who isn\u2019t related to us.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Thank you, dear Betty.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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