Thursday, April 19, 2012

President "Grandpa" Packer

Okay, let's be honest.  He isn't my Grandpa.  In fact, I am pretty sure that I have never even seen a Packer in my family line or a Packer in person!  But let me explain....My Grandpa Grover died when my mom was a teenager, I still know very little about him (except that he was tall and had the JAW, both of which I inherited).  My Grandpa Foster died when I was 8, and although I have a few memories of him, they are fuzzy.  (He was also tall and had a JAW, CRAZY I know).  I am  sure that I will get to know and LOVE both in the eternities, (I would have loved them more if they would have left an inheritance large enough to pay for the orthodontic bill that their posterity (my children) inherited ---- just kidding :) but for the time being, I have adopted a grandpa.

Years ago, I remember watching President Packer in a General Conference Session and thinking to myself, "he should have been my grandpa."  I have felt that way about him ever since.  He, as one of my Priesthood Leaders, has taught me more about the DOCTRINE OF THE FAMILY than any other.  Things he has said come back to me at critical times and make me think, "I have a grandpa, I have a family, and my job is to get this family safely sealed and delivered to them!"

This talk that he gave in the last General Conference touched my heart perhaps more than any other. I just wanted to share a few quotes and thoughts:

President Packer:
Some years later in Cusco, a city high in the Andes of Peru, Elder A. Theodore Tuttle and I held a sacrament meeting in a long, narrow room that opened onto the street. It was night, and while Elder Tuttle spoke, a little boy, perhaps six years old, appeared in the doorway. He wore only a ragged shirt that went about to his knees.
On our left was a small table with a plate of bread for the sacrament. This starving street orphan saw the bread and inched slowly along the wall toward it. He was almost to the table when a woman on the aisle saw him. With a stern toss of her head, she banished him out into the night. I groaned within myself.
Later the little boy returned. He slid along the wall, glancing from the bread to me. When he was near the point where the woman would see him again, I held out my arms, and he came running to me. I held him on my lap.
Then, as something symbolic, I set him on Elder Tuttle’s chair. After the closing prayer the hungry little boy darted out into the night.
When I returned home, I told President Spencer W. Kimball about my experience. He was deeply moved and told me, “You were holding a nation on your lap.” He said to me more than once, “That experience has far greater meaning than you have yet come to know.”
Me: 
Over the last little while, I have realized (by watching myself and others), that the way we feel about children is a great lithmus test for our own spiritual meter.  When I can't love something pure, there may be a lot of purity missing in my own life

President Packer:
One of the great discoveries of parenthood is that we learn far more about what really matters from our children than we ever did from our parents. We come to recognize the truth in Isaiah’s prophecy that “a little child shall lead them.”

Me: 
A couple of weeks ago I was waiting in a grocery line with all 5 of my children, to which I heard this comment (one of the nicer comments that I have gotten in a grocery line)....."Wow!  You must be a Saint!" 

To which I said, "Nope!  But I am hoping that when I get done raising them, I will be, that is the point anyway!"  Can you believe that I said something so profound?  Really!  The greatest lessons in life happen within the family!

President Packer:
I was number 10 in a family of 11 children. So far as I know, neither my father nor my mother served in a prominent calling in the Church.
Our parents served faithfully in their most important calling—as parents. Our father led our home in righteousness, never with anger or fear. And the powerful example of our father was magnified by the tender counsel of our mother. The gospel is a powerful influence in the life of every one of us in the Packer family and to the next generation and the next generation and the next, as far as we have seen.
I hope to be judged as good a man as my father. Before I hear those words “well done” from my Heavenly Father, I hope to first hear them from my mortal father.


Me: 
Amen!  I think I love Heavenly Father so much because I learned how a child can love a dad with my own.  Amen!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Please Let Me Bore You!

This has been a FUN week for my family!  (Actually, the funnest thing about my family is that they can make any week fun).  If you don't want to read about how incrediblly wonderful my neices and nephews are, you can stop right here, but if you do.......I have a few things to brag about!

Years ago, the 4 oldest grandchildren named themselves the T4O (the 4 oldest)....I am not sure that was the most clever name, but they have gotten more clever as the years have gone on.  They tried to be cliquey at first, but it didn't work because "there are no groups or clubs at Grandma's!"  And as each grandchild has grown up, they have naturally become a part of that group.  They get special privelages....like sneaking off to Aunt Ernie's house when everyone is asleep.....or.....well, really nothing else!

Well, this past month, the T40 has really outdone themselves, I am not their mothers, but sometimes I feel like I am, and I am just SO proud!  Here comes the Bragging.

Brynnie (Brynne) - my oldest sister, JoDee's, oldest daughter is happily married and attending Utah State (GO AGGIES!)  She has only been out of high school for a couple of years and her undergraduate is done!  She recently applied for Grad School, and was accepted to every school she applied to, but having Aggie Blood she chose USU and recived a $9,000 scholarship! 

Laney - (Delaney) - my second oldest sister, Kristine's, oldest daughter provided us with by FAR THE BIGGEST NEWS!  She is engaged to Chris!  We are all thrilled because, well, in another life, we think we were all very successful party planners.  But mostly we are thrilled because DELANEY is GOOD to the core and worthy to go to the TEMPLE (Idaho Falls to be exact) in July (on the 21st to be exact) and be married!

JD (Joseph D) - JoDee's second child is graduating from high school this year with a lengthy list of credentials!  Most of them have to do with sports - like being named the 2A Fifth District Player of the Year!  But 2 weeks ago he was also the lead in SINGING IN THE RAIN!  And tonight we got the BEST news!  JD was awarded the Thomas S. Monson Presidential Scholarship (the most prestigious schoalrship that BYU offers), and A LOT OF MONEY!!!!!!!!

Kayla (McKayla) - Kristine's second child participated in Jr. Miss this week.  It is a BIG DEAL in the Foster FAMILY!  Did I say BIG!!!!!!!  Anyway, she was AWESOME!  A "Pro" at everything she did.  She won INTERVIEW,  SCHOLASTIC, TALENT, PHYISCAL FITNESS, and POISE.  And then she Won it all! And in the process got enough money to pay for 1.5 semesters of college! (We will all be attending State Jr. Miss in OCTOBER)!!!! 

She is in the PINK!  Isn't she Beautiful!  (Very funny sidenote:  The girl standing on her left is Tristan Hillman, Nick and Launa Leavitt's grandaugther!  We spent the week Jr. Missing together.  She was Beautiful TOO and very talented!) 


Well, to say the least, I am proud!  They are overcoming all the CRAZY genes we passed on, and doing great things with their lives.  All the grandkids are talented, but most importantly, they are GOOD and make GOOD CHOICES every day!  It makes me so happy that they are so tight and love each other so much!  I am proud!  I know Grandma and Grandpa are proud too!

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Life is Good!

I just wanted to drop a quick note.  Life is Good.  I have spent the last two days listening to prophets of God!  Life is Good. 

I know with all of my heart that God lives!  He loves me and directs my life in a very personal way.  I know that His voice is still heard today.  It did not cease in Biblical times.  He has called prophets and apostles that direct the work of His church upon the earth today.  And I know that he directs my life through the whisperings of the Spirit. 

It gives me hope.....each of my children can have a direct link to heaven.....we can be safe in an ever darkening world.  Don't read my blog.....Listen to this:

http://www.lds.org/general-conference/watch/2012/04?lang=eng&vid=1540737917001&cid=12

or this:

http://www.lds.org/general-conference/watch/2012/04?lang=eng&vid=1541950013001&cid=4

or this:

http://www.lds.org/general-conference/watch/2012/04?lang=eng&vid=1541950015001&cid=5


Enjoy!  Life is good!

Saturday, March 17, 2012

I lost that A LONG TIME AGO!

Yes, those are two police cars, and Yes, that is the view from the front of my house.  And as they drove away, my friend (more like Emergency Life Vest) says to me...."Well Kathryn, at least all you lost today was $45 and YOUR PRIDE."  To which I said, "Well then, I only lost $45, because I lost my pride A LONG TIME AGO."

Let's start at the beginning. I have had an obsession with Cake Balls lately, and Daniel (my 1.5 year old) has had an obsession with opening the oven as I am cooking the cake balls...So there was a Carrot cake in the oven (it was going to make beautiful cake pops when combined with cream cheese frosting), I had 5 minutes before the buzzer rang to hang out the laundry.  On the way out I say, "Joseph, lock the door behind me so that Daniel doesn't come out."

Joseph dutifully locked the door....and seconds later I hear he and his brother (Gary) sneak out the laundry room door to go ride bikes.  At that moment panic set in...I already knew as I ran around checking each door, that we were locked out....And Daniel (the 1.5 year old with the oven obsession) is on the inside ALONE with a hot oven and a timer going off.

I grab the cell phone in my pocket and call Carol.  Within minutes the locksmith was called, and Carol (Emergency vest #1) and Ann Marie (Emergency vest #2) were at the house.  Carol had the duty of making sure Daniel stayed by the window and did not stray to the oven.  Meanwhile Ann Marie was trying to break into every door with all of her credit cards (apparently she has experience...and she is good) but don't worry, our perimeter is secure and each door is impenetrable. 

After 15 minutes and no locksmith, we call the non-emergency number to the police.  They send an officer right over.  I explain the situation and he says, "Well - I can get in, but I am going to have to break something."  AGHHHHHHHHHH!

Luckily at that moment the locksmith rounds the corner.  However, 20 minutes later it appears that not even the locksmith can open our doors.  During those 20 minutes one officer was with Carol talking to Daniel through the window, trying to get him to open the laundry room door.  The other officer was checking each window and trying his hand at Ann Marie's credit cards. 

Finally the policemen had formed a plan to break in with the least amount of damage.  While the locksmith informed us that he was just going to break one of the locks - which ended up being the least amount of damage. 

The door was OPEN.  I grabbed Daniel and the cake, and after almost an hour of trauma, we were all still alive (except for the cake).  The $45 to the locksmith was paid while the policemen were sounded their sirens for ALL of the neighborhood children (because ALL of the neighborhood was watching at this point). 

The policemen were AWESOME.  They were so kind and helpful.  They have experience in this kind of thing.  You see, the same two policemen were at Ann Marie's 2 weeks ago (?) because her daughter called 911.  Oh, and, they were at Carol's 2 weeks before that, because her daughter called 911.  But, they were GREAT to all of us and joked that they would see us soon.  I appreciated everything they said and did, but I hope I don't see them again at my house! 

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

You Do What You Do When You Got What You Got!

So my family has a saying, "You do what you do when you got what you got."  The founder of the statement is up for debate (my brother-in-law Shannon and my Mother both claim it's origin).  Wherever it came from, I recommend that every mother have it in her mental "saying box."  It comes in handy on a daily basis.
When a visitor comes and asks for a Kleenex and your child runs and gets Toilet Paper -You do what you do when you got what you got (Kleenex is highly over-rated).

When you can't make it to the family function hours away because the thought of a car ride about kills you - You do what you do when you got what you got

When Dinner consists of opening cans after a busy day - You do what you do when you got what you got

When you take Chips Ahoy to the Ward Function and eat everybody else's food - You do what you do when you got what you got

Say it with me -You do what you do when you got what you got - These 11 words can cure any guilt that you may have at the thought of the MILES and MILES that separate you and Martha Stewart. 


Today I had the PERFECT "do what you do when you got what you got" moment.  I would love to share at the risk of being ridiculed by my 5 "mostly Martha" sisters. 

This week is Dress up week for Ally and Sam.  That is fine, but I just have one question - what happened to Crazy Hair Day, Pajama Day, Wear Blue Day?  This year we had "Dress in your favorite Decade Day" (I have been trying to explain what a decade is to my kids for 3 days now), "Dress as your favorite Book Character Day" and "Dress as a Historical Figure Day."  Are you serious, I have a hard time finding the blue outfit. 

Today just happened to be the Historical Figure day - instead of panicking or taking a trip to St. George, or staying up all night sewing, I said to myself, "Well, You do what you do when you got what you got."  So I went to Ally's closet, and found a cowboy hat.  The rest of the outfit fell into place and she is Annie Oakley - Yes, I am perfectly aware that some consider Annie Oakley to be fictional - so today we are representing the historical fiction part of society.



Sam's closet was lacking in props, UNTIL I found the dog and monkey leash that I use when I am alone with all 5 children and all of the old people stare and consider calling child services.  (I am just saying, a leashed child is better than a lost child). 


So What do I do?  I GOOGLE.  "Famous zoologists" to be exact.  Today Sam is dressed as Elie Metchnikoff.  Yes, I am aware that he is Russian, I am aware that Sam cannot pronounce his name, nor does he even know what a zoologist is.  But he was thrilled to have a mustache for a day, and hey, You do what you do when you got what you got!

Friday, March 9, 2012

Another Lecture?

It is Working!!!!!!  I can rarely say those words, so I thought I would start off by saying one more time - It is Working!!!!!

Every morning when Ally and Sam leave the house I kiss them goodbye, tell them that I love them, and then I open the door.....the minute I see them hit the road (without me) I have a bit of a melt-down.  Do you have any idea how many different things could go wrong in the course of a day?  There are kidnappers, kids teasing them on the playground, them teasing kids on the playground, broken bones, dirty pictures, dirty jokes, dirty people + a million more.  I should know because every morning as I watch them walk away they run through my mind, leaving me a little hopeless. 

So in my anxiety I yell to them as they are marching away, "I love you!  Be good!"  At that point I still want to yank them back inside and keep them from ever leaving again, but I know that isn't the right choice, so I yell out in complete desperation, "Listen to the Spirit."  (I know..you are picturing what this looks like...and I know the picture isn't pretty - I'm okay with that, as long as they listen, I'm okay with that).

What else could I say that would be the solution to every situation that they might face?   But then the question arises in my mind....Have I taught them how to listen to the Spirit?

This is what I have been working on for, what seems like months, and we are making some progress.  It all started with listening to this, a converstaion  with Elder Bednar and his wife!  I realized that instead of lecturing my kids (which I am awesome at), I needed to start helping them find answers to their questions and solutions to their problems by listening to the Spirit (which I am not so awesome at), and then to ACT. 

A few days ago at the dinner table Ally uneviled for us a problem on the bus.  (The school bus is the bane of my existence).  Well, as soon as she explained it to me, I knew what the solution was. (Afterall, we have been having the exact same problem for 3 years now, and I have told her the solution probably 100 times).   But, with all of my might, I bit my tongue and waited.  The only words I said were, "So Ally, what do you think you should do?"  No resposne.  So I waited some more.  And FINALLY as we were doing the dishes she says to me, "Mom, I think if I stayed busy on the bus, that wouldn't happen to me anymore."

Really?  She acted like it was her own idea, and she was so proud of herself (remember the 100 lectures that I had already given?  That was the lecture.)  But if it worked, I was willing to let her think it was her own idea. 

I would just like to report that the last 3 days have been problem free (on the bus anyway) because she has been following her own advice!  And because it was her own advice (inspired by the Spirit), everyday she believes it more and more.  It is working!

 

Monday, March 5, 2012

"It is my TIME of LIFE!"

Elder Holland gave a talk that I find relates to my life at least DAILY.  Today, these words came floating through my subconscious as I think about my weekend's experience:

"There are little cliches that we learn early in our lives. Most of them I hate; some of them I really hate. I think number one on my list is "Sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me." I hate that. I'll take sticks and stones any day. But second to that are the cliches "Ignorance is bliss" and "What I don't know won't hurt me." Let me say to you with all of the intensity that I have that nothing will hurt you more than what you don't know." - Elder Jeffrey R. Holland

I hate most of them too!  (The one I HATE the very most is "All's well that end's well."  There is very little truth in that very poorly worded sentence.)  But today I speak of a cliche that perhaps will strike members of the church I belong to more than others....because we say it...and we say it A LOT! 

"It is just not my time of life,"  flows freely though the hall of every Relief Society room.  It usually pertains to one of two things.  #1- Quilting or #2 - Family History!  It is said by the busy young mother who wishes away her life so she could have time to do other things. 

In the case of quilting.......let's just say that I don't dream of filling my days with endless quilting!  My mother who always ends up finishing or rescuing the project, doesn't dream of it either.

In the case of Family History, it simply is not true.  There is not one right time of life to do family history.   

If you didn't know already, our church is BIG on Family History.  We know what a pedigree chart looks like and what the word genealogy means by age 5.  We search out our ancestors for many reasons.  Our main goal is to take their names to Temples of God and unite them to their Families Forever! 

Many older people have time to do hours and hours of research and take trip after trip to the temple!  I DO NOT!  I struggle to find time to brush my teeth some days.  So we say to ease our conscience, "It is not my time of life," and cross 'family history' off of our to-do lists for the next 10 years.  I guess what I am trying to tell you is that I think there is more than one way to do family history and only certain ways are appropriate at certain times of life. 

Right now I can make it to the temple once a month, but I feel absolutely NO guilt that I do not make it to the temple each week. (I am sure when my family is at the right stage and I am able, the motivating guilt will magically appear).  Conversely, I would be plagued with guilt if I left my 5 children day after day to save their ancestors.  Family history would be a bleak subject if people didn't take care of the Family Present. 

This month will mark the 2 year anniversary of my dad's death.  I have learned one thing in those 2 years, again and again.  We are all in this together, the living, the dead, and those to come. 

This Saturday we ventured to St. Thomas.  A little town on the edge of Lake Mead that was evacuated so that the Lake could exist.  Since then, the waters have receded and the foundations of that little city is once again visible.  As I walked through the remains and saw foundation after foundation and bits of the history laying on the ground.  This thought came to me.  "If this is all we come for, to build a house, have a job, and survive, until it is all over -- it is a cruel joke!  There has to be something more!" 

There was something more.  Sitting by the foundations were the descendants of these people with pictures of their ancestors, and a twinkle in their eye when the claimed them as family.  Family History means Saving Families and there are about a million things I can do RIGHT NOW, at this time of my life, to save Families!