Thursday, July 1, 2010

I'm a hormonal monster... can you blame me?


Man, I really thought the mood swings were over, until today when every little thing was like glass in my ears.

Being a nanny right now has been a dream until today when you mix my short temper with sibling rivalry, a LARGE dog, who can't relax, and some 99 degree weather. I have snapped my way through, alligator style and have become tired monster who only craves a cup of noodles (note: this won't last long... My cravings change every week or so when what I want shifts to the list of things I feel like puking up... sorry)

But, I have also heard about other women in my life struggling lately with emotions and ups and downs. Whether due to dating or stupid boys or hard decisions and I want to ask "Who's idea was it to make the mother or the woman the emotionally unstable one?" Shouldn't we always be like a rock because we have so much pressure heaped on us to follow through and NOT lose our cool?

I stood in a grocery store today and watched a little child have a 5 alarm freak-out. It got so loud, the kids I nanny for just stood and stared in disbelief. I also watched as the mom of the child tried to juggle her 5 yr old boy with his fingers in his ears (trying to block out the noise) and her firecracker, red faced and screeching, The woman looked like she was ready to scratch out her own eyes or the eyes of her child. Now, I am not an idiot, I know this happens all the time, but I stood there praying that whatever type of child is developing in me would never become like that. But, is there really a way to avoid it? Probably not. But, I have felt that before... that panic and fear when a child suddenly heralds death spirits with its tantrum call. What do you do? Maybe that is when I could tune out and pretend Ray LaMontagne was standing next to me, singing to me in his rough, relaxing tones.

But really, what do you do when you are hormonally handicapped? When you are a monster flipping in and out of sanity? Does anyone else find it unfair that the "nurturer" also has to be the hormonally psycho one?

I'm not sure how to wrap this one up nice and pretty. I like what my mom said... she said "women may seem crazy, but we get our emotions out while men have a harder time with this." Whatever the reason, I am glad that I and all other women have a place to meet and understand each other. It helps to know we all over-feel and we are capable of so much love as well and so much insanity. :)

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Two heartbeats





Sometimes, when I had trouble sleeping, I'd lay on my stomach and wrap my arm across my chest with my fingers next to my neck. Then, I'd fall asleep listening to my heartbeat. It might sound strange, but that slow rhythm was calming and beautiful.

A few days ago, I had the pleasure of listening to my slow rhythmic heart beat and another beat, rapid and fluttering quietly in time with me.

I am pregnant. And for the first time in my life, I am sharing all my experiences with another little soul. Up until now, it was only me. I was all alone. Even after being married, it was still me on my own sometimes. But now whatever I do, this little one, is there... there on my bike rides and at work and while I sleep... growing.

So, besides the fact that I can't stand chocolate now and I crave chicken nuggets and marinara sauce all the time, (not together) and I go to bed and wake up with a stomach ache, I remember this is something big. It is divine and it is a gift. It is our gift. Our first baby.


Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Joys of Being a Woman

The Joys of Being a Woman

May 9th 2010

1. Women are Strong

A few years ago, I was visiting my grandma and she and I were talking about our ancestors. She suddenly stopped and placed her hand on my knee. Carefully she said, “Katie, I want you to know you come from a long line of strong women.” She never let me forget that, even up until the day she died.

What my grandma said was true. I am a daughter of the Utah pioneers and all you have to do is crack open your scriptures to see what types of things those women endured. I’m proud to say I come from a line of women who fought, starved, worked, bore children during the hardest times of their lives and continued to follow God’s law. But even putting that aside, I have a daily reminder of a strong woman in my life. My mom is a convert to the church and she has remained faithful and raised a family with my dad, even when the world seemed to close down on her.

Now that is just me. But, I believe every woman has a story and every woman has been and will continue to be asked to be strong. We live in a day and age where we are given trials that bend us beyond what we think we can handle emotionally. Often, we just have to learn how to manage our time.

Mary Ellen Edmunds said in a 1997 BYU devotional:

"We all have a long list of things to do, whether written down or rattling around in our brains: pray; study; exercise; plant a garden, eat it, raise brilliant, cheerful, reverent children; clean a basement; write in a journal, avoid fat, calories, movie theatre popcorn, and evil thoughts; pray for your enemies; do visiting teaching; store a year's supply of food; say yes to to everything anyone asks you to do and hunt for more things to do; plant trees; remember the pioneers and so on...."

Obviously it is Satan who would have us dwell on what we are not doing, instead of what we do everyday.

When it comes down to it, all women can be traced back to Eve, the mother of all living. No one can dispute that she was strong. So strong that she was not afraid to make a decision that affected us all. It brought pain and joy and allowed each of us to know God for ourselves. Bruce R Mckonkie said, “I rate Eve also as one of the greatest women among all those who have or will come to earth. She, as a mother of all living, set the pattern for all future mothers with reference to bringing up their children in light and truth.”

Eve also recognizes the importance of her own actions as she says, “Were it not for our transgression we never should have had seed, and never should have known good and evil, and the joy of our redemption, and the eternal life which God giveth unto all the obedient.” (Moses 5:11.)

There is no doubt she was strong and passed that strength onto her daughters to cultivate and apply in this life.

2. Women are Beautiful

I teach kindergarten and the other day our class went on a field trip to the Aviary. All the children watched as the Peacock walked about the grounds and strutted its stuff for everyone to admire. Back behind some garden equipment, the brown female peacock picked at the ground and remained hidden. Later that day, some of the teachers discussed why female animals are generally plain and un-adorned while in the world, women are the adorned and fancy gender.

Women of the world are given a very narrow door to pass through to be “beautiful.” A woman of the world must follow trends and wear more or less clothing in order to show her status. She must stay a specific size and have a specific hair color and hair style. She tends to worry more about herself and what others think of her looks than the needs of her family or community. A woman of the world is focused on herself.

But a woman of God is a woman who respects herself. She does her best to maintain health by following the word of wisdom. She accepts her body, (no matter how different it is from the world’s view) and she embraces modesty and virtue as her own. A beautiful woman of God smiles often and shows the light of Christ in her actions and demeanor.

Pres. Gordon B Hinckley said “Of all the creations of the Almighty, there is none more beautiful, none more inspiring than a lovely daughter of God who walks in virtue, with an understanding of why she should do so, who honors and respects her body as a thing sacred and divine, who cultivates her mind and constantly enlarges the horizon of her understanding, who nurtures her spirit with everlasting truth.”

All women are beautiful, but in this world, it can be difficult to feel beautiful. We can also slip easily into the trap of comparing ourselves to the standards of the world. That is why I am grateful to have the knowledge of who I am in God’s eyes.

3. Women know how to Love

All women know how to love. No matter how hard our lives are or how frustrated we get with our children or co-workers or families, all women have an amazing capability to love and that gift was given to us by our father in heaven.

Pres. Hinckley also said “The world needs the touch of women and their love, their comfort, and their strength. Our harsh envirment needs their encouraging voices, the beauty that seems to fall within their natures, the spirit of charity that is their inheritance. The God in whom so many of us believe has endowed His daughters with a unique and wonderful capacity to reach out to those in distress, to bring comfort and succor, to bind up wounds and heal aching hearts, and, most of all, to rear children with love and understanding.”

Women are blessed with a special power to nurture. The word nurture as defined by dictionary.com is: to feed and protect, to support and encourage foster, and to train and educate. Nurturing is also another word for loving.

I would like you to think back to the women of your life and how they have nurtured you. How have you been taught, educated, fostered, protected and supported? I think of my mother, my church leaders, my teachers, my mother in law and my sisters in law. These women have taught me, raised me and supported me in all I am.

An important part of being a woman is being a mother. Our bodies are blessed to be co-creators with God. We are the vessel that gives life to children. However, we all know, not all women will be mothers or even wives in this life.

Patricia T. Holland said “ Eve was given the identity of “mother of all living”… before she ever bore a child. It would appear that her motherhood preceded her maternity just as surely as the perfection of the Garden preceded the struggles of mortality. I believe mother is one of those very carefully chosen words with meaning after meaning after meaning. We must not, at all costs let the world divide us. I believe with all my heart that it is first and foremost a statement about nature, not a head count of our children. Some women give birth and raise children but never “mother” them. Others whom I love with all my heart “mother” all their lives but have never given birth. And all of us are Eve’s daughters whether we are married or single, maternal or barren. We are created in the image of the God’s to become Gods and Goddesses.”

This quote gave me comfort as I thought of the different trials women must face in this life. I have confidence that God does not forget his daughters.

I would like to close with a quote by Spencer W Kimball that puts all of this in perspective. He said, “One Does not have to be married or a mother in order to keep the first and second great commandments—those of loving God and our fellowmen, on which Jesus said hang all the law and all the prophets.”

So no matter what dream has gone unfulfilled in this life, no matter what painful trial has changed your life more than you ever expected, we can have confidence in our ability to love. It is our right as women to love with all our hearts and embrace the light of Christ.

I have a testimony that God love’s his daughters. He knows our pain, our losses and our fears. He answers our prayers through others. He wants nothing more than for us to know how much He loves us. What a blessed thing it is to be a woman.

I say these things….

Monday, January 18, 2010

My Feeble Attempt at making 2010 not suck

Good day to you 2010. It has not been easy for me to welcome the New Year as it is ridiculously cold and smoggy and gross outside, but here I am making my own feeble attempt at viewing things with a cosmically happy pair of glasses.

Not only that but it is time for another.... LIST!!!!

My point with the list....
1-to get me through one the hardest times of year (i.e. cold winter, gray and post christmas blues)
2-To help me serve others and stay close to God (I miss that since our run of Savior of the World is now over)
3-to help me take some time for myself and do the things I have been putting off

So here is the list:

Things to do before Easter Sunday 4/4/10

1-Learn to knit with knitting needles and make something ( I am taking a two part class with my mom and knitting is harder than it looks, but I feel so legitimate doing it)
2-Go sledding (but I need to find snow pants first, blast!)
3-Go cross country skiing ( I heard it is better than snow shoeing. But I don't know where to go)
4-Finish the first draft of my book (it is a young adult novel and this is the one item that stresses me!!!!)
5-Read a complete book of poetry (it is Bright Wings a book of bird poems!)
6-See Alice in Wonderland when it comes out in the (yeah for Tim Burton!)
7-Go ice skating at the Gallivan Center (it ought to be real cold, so I am scared)
8-Have a dinner party (any excuse to be social)
9-Go to a hockey game! (yeah for winter sports!)
10-Learn to play a song on the piano
11-Find a new recipe and make it for John and I for dinner (did that one tonight... yummy nutty breaded chicken tenders and special orange-cranberry sauce)
12-Find a new recipe and make it for someone else (anyone got good dessert ideas?)
13-Keep a gratitude journal, one thing each day. (my favorite so far is the day I was really grateful for peppermint ice cream)
14-Get a haircut (I already did and I have bangs again! whoa, was that a good choice?)
15-Go to P.F. Changs for their famous lettuce wraps (Did it and I was not nearly as impressed as the ones I had from Cheesecake Factory)
16-Learn about my family history!
17-Go on a nature walk (when the air is better)
18-Each school day, write one thing I learn from the kids at school
19-Watch Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea
20-Give up something for Lent (This is always a hard one. No, I am not catholic but I love the idea of sacrificing something. It has been suggested I give up hot chocolate but that might be too tough.)
21-Get a vegan hot chocolate at the Hatch Family Chocolate Co. (did it and it was well worth it)
22-Carve jack o' lanterns in watermelons. (I miss halloween)
23-Read the church's magazine The Ensign cover to cover for Jan. Feb. and March (this has already helped me keep some spiritual perspective while being stressed at school)
24-watch the edited, Hot Fuzz (I finally saw Shawn of the Dead this past October and I am ready for some more british humor)

That is it. I am trying to be pro-active with the list items this time because my book will take most of the time I have until April.

Here is to a year of making the most of the snow and the early spring as it inches forward.



Friday, November 27, 2009

What gets me through...

On this lovely Black friday, while all others are searching high and low for Christmas presents and fighting for Beatles Rockband, I am lazily resting at home.  It is probably one of the first mornings I've let myself rest in a long time.  

The truth is that I have been pounded with illness this season.  And by season, I mean starting the end of September through today.  Much of this, I know, is due to the fact that I am in my second year of teaching Kindergarten.  Once our class had gotten through the swine flu scare and I thought I would avoid it, (half our class contracted it while the rest was fine) I myself picked it up and was commanded to stay at home till the fever had broken and I was better.
  So, I did just that and honestly, it was like any other flu and though the fever was the worst part.  I survived quite well.  Note: I know this is not the case for all since many with asthma get it pretty bad, but I considered myself lucky.  However, things got worse as some left over congestion from the flu stayed till Halloween and then became a sinus infection.  When I finally got an antibiotic to take care of that and I was finally feeling better, I felt another cold coming on.  This cold has stuck around for more than a week and has moved into my chest and made things ridiculous. 
 
Why do I tell you all my history of being sick?  Well, partially because I am pretty angry at my immune system and my sweet kids who I have dubbed my carrier monkeys.  And,  I just want to complain.  But on thanksgiving I began thinking about what I am thankful for and I realized, if it weren't for my family and my husband, I wouldn't have gotten through. 

When I get sick, I get really emotionally wacked.  Sickness sets me back and slows me down and it is such a problem that I lose all my patience.  Plus, even just a week of health at this point would be better than colds and sinus infections overlapping themselves. 
 
Through all of my ups and downs, my husband has been there to help me.  He has made me dinner, watched movies with me, gone to church and to Savior of the World rehearsals alone while I was sick at home, and he has loved me inspite of my drastic moods.  

I am so grateful for him and his level head when mine is anything but.

My parents and my brother have also been there through everything.  My mom and dad have brought me dinner and visited me when I was sicker than sick and couldn't do anything but blow my nose and whine. My brother has been a great friend and has talked to me and made me laugh. And my mom has also listened endlessly to my complaints and said the one thing all women need to hear when they are upset... "oh, I know!"






I am also so grateful for my in laws.  I have been very blessed in the in-law department.  My husband's family are the type of generous, loving people that show nothing but sweetness and compassion to me, especially when I'm sick.

All in all, I know this won't be the only time I feel sick in my life.  But, I am just grateful for a support system that not all people have.   I'm glad there is a holiday that I can reflect and realize what others do for  me.  

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Beauty is...

On one of the my last bike rides of the season, I rode past an elementary school.  Their marquee displayed the Reflections theme for this year.   The theme was "Beauty is..."

At that moment, as I rode past, out of breath, I was thinking to myself that beauty was pain. That is what we always hear right? Whether it is from pinching eyelashes between a small silver torture device, or pouring burning liquids on the skin to remove unwanted hair... beauty has always been pain.  We live in a world that cuts, squeezes, shaves, scrubs, plucks, and scalds to perfect our bodies into what we "think" is beauty.  Sadly I, like many have fallen into the trap that beauty=pain.  I have pulled myself out of bed at all hours to exercise.  I have deprived myself of some of the best foods and agonized over every bite I take.  I have also burned and twisted my hair and applied and re-applied make-up until I felt like I was beautiful. As I rode my bike, and felt the soft and steady pound of my heart, I tried to remember what I was doing was good for me. 
So, is Beauty only seen by the eyes?  Is it only visual?

I've also heard beauty is confidence.  No matter what you look like, if you have confidence others will see you as beautiful.  Could that be true?  I remember hearing a story about Marilyn Monroe (an american icon of beauty) that she could walk into a room and get noticed, not because of her body or smile... but because she could turn her light on and off.  That "light" was essentially confidence.  So, is beauty something inside?

Or, could beauty be talent?  Most people find beauty in what is offered by dancers, singers, artists, writers, and actors.  I have watched in awe as the talents of others have lit up a room or a stage and have left me feeling tempted to compare myself to their light.  
Some also say that true beauty is found in nature.  It is found in the symmetry of flowers or the cold, crisp mountains against a blue sky.  Others find beauty in the rain and the dark storms that haunt late summers.  Or the changing leaves before the November release and all is left bare before winter.

The day I was riding my bike past the elementary school, I was not trying to attain a perfect image of beauty, but to get my body moving after a long day at school.  I wanted to exercise and use my body to accomplish something. God makes beauty and the greatest gift is to see someone or something or (the hardest task) to see yourself as beautiful.  I know that God's idea of beauty is not the world's spidery thin model with black make-up.  But I do know that in nature, we enjoy as much imperfection as perfection and that both were made by God and he sees both as beautiful.  So, why is it so hard to see ourselves as beautiful?  I think I spend too much time judging myself against an impossible scale.  I am who I am and though I may continue to learn how to improve, God sees my best efforts as beautiful and he can teach me to see myself in such a light.

anyone who agrees... check out the movie, Evoultion on www.dove.us  It  is a perfect example of why the world makes it so hard to love ourselves as we are.


Wednesday, October 7, 2009

"Leaves are most beautiful when they're about to die." -Regina Spektor

The truth is, as much as I love Autumn, I HATE encountering change.  I have never been one for adjusting to things when the world makes a shift under my feet and I have to find my balance again.
The summer of 2009 was going to be my reward for surviving my first year teaching Kindergarten. I was looking forward to it with more enthusiasm than I usually felt for Christmas. But as usual, life changed and I wasn't expecting to feel so bored, or so un-motivated.  I chose to work at an awkward clothing store (to make some extra money and keep busy) that in the end turned out to be a terrible reminder each day that I am far from the bone thin models plastered on every wall.  Instead, I made my summer into a deep challenge to love something I'd always hated.  I learned to hike.  I learned to get used to being out of breath and to have tired legs.  Soon, I bounced back quicker from each hike and I learned to love it.

Now, the change of seasons has passed over my head again and I am a few weeks into a new school year, teaching with a different teacher and a new group of kids.  Like a silly child myself, I miss my kids from last year.  I miss their faces and their comments.  Last year was the hardest year of my life and I never realized that I fell in love with those little ones.  

This year, my class looks different and they act different and I don't appreciate them yet.  Can I do it?  Can I love my kids this year as much as I did last year?

Something my husband said has been making more sense to me.  He quoted Regina Spektor to me and told me "We are always our best selves before a difficult trial..." or in my case before a change hits.  I learned how to love hiking and then, it got too cold to hike.  When I serve at a specific capacity in my church, I tend to get really good before the ground shifts and I am all out of balance again doing something unfamiliar.

My last blog entry demonstrated to me that I knew my kids well.  Now, everything has rewound and I am at the threshold of another year... sick with colds and trying to remember what patience felt like.

Something in me, tells me that the longer a tree grows and the more seasons it survives, the stronger it gets.  So, maybe this year, some of my knowledge will return and I will be stronger than I was last year.  Teaching has drained me of my patience and my health and sometimes my sanity, but in the end, I feel like I am doing something important.  Maybe I am being prepared for the greater work of being a mother.