There's nothing like the first snow storm of the year.
P.S. remember the abominable snowman?
End of January
7 years ago
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Dear Craigslist....
Dear So-in-so,
I posted an ad on craigslist stating I was offering piano lessons.....that was it. Please stop sending me the same message over and over. I am not going to tutor your 16 year old son, when he is here on vacation from the UK. And, no I wont be sending you any of my personal information so you can pay me ahead of time. It is very clever to send the exact same email, from 13 or so different email addresses, I didn't respond the first time for a reason. I'm on to you.
Thanks.....but no thanks!
Sincerely,
Disgruntled Piano Teacher
P.S. I miss ksl.com
I posted an ad on craigslist stating I was offering piano lessons.....that was it. Please stop sending me the same message over and over. I am not going to tutor your 16 year old son, when he is here on vacation from the UK. And, no I wont be sending you any of my personal information so you can pay me ahead of time. It is very clever to send the exact same email, from 13 or so different email addresses, I didn't respond the first time for a reason. I'm on to you.
Thanks.....but no thanks!
Sincerely,
Disgruntled Piano Teacher
P.S. I miss ksl.com
I had to re-post this post from my friend Carly's blog ( no words, she re-posted from this blog C.Jane Enjoy It) . It has helped me change my attitude over the last week. And believe me, I needed a little attitude adjustment/kick in the pants. The fact of the matter is we all have our struggles and trials....or attitude and gratitude for the things we do have make all the difference. I don't think our trials necessarily get easier or magically disappear, but when I finally decided to change my attitude I could see the same trial in a different light. Another thing I have come to realize over the past 3 1/2 years, is that my trial is particular to me, even though others may suffer with fertility, they have other situations in their lives that make their fertility or infertility particular to them. I feel like it's very different from the flu or strep throat....there is not a cure-all method. Something that worked for the neighbor's sister-in-law's cousin's best friend may have worked for them, but it may not work for me, and vice versa, and that's okay too. So, I apologize if I forgot to call you and wish you a "happy mother's day", really I sincerely do, and hope you had a fabulous mother's day. Honestly I was probably feeling guilty for not attending sacrament meeting that day because I didn't want to accept the mother's day gift, "because someday I will be a mother", and was being all together selfish, and having a weak moment. I don't feel angry or bitter towards others who become pregnant. I am happy for you....really I am.
My mom referred me to an article from the April 2011 Ensign (Faith and Infertility), and one quote in particular has been on a post it ever since......
“When someone has an ailment or an illness and they are healed as the result of a blessing, their faith is being strengthened. But for those who aren’t healed but continue faithful, their faith is being perfected. The first is a faith-promoting experience. The second is faith-perfecting.”
Bottom line, the Lord knows us better than we know ourselves, and He does know exactly what I am going through. Whatever is supposed to happen with my little family will happen.....when it's supposed to happen. I just need to make sure I am being the best I can be so I am ready when it does.
My mom referred me to an article from the April 2011 Ensign (Faith and Infertility), and one quote in particular has been on a post it ever since......
“When someone has an ailment or an illness and they are healed as the result of a blessing, their faith is being strengthened. But for those who aren’t healed but continue faithful, their faith is being perfected. The first is a faith-promoting experience. The second is faith-perfecting.”
Bottom line, the Lord knows us better than we know ourselves, and He does know exactly what I am going through. Whatever is supposed to happen with my little family will happen.....when it's supposed to happen. I just need to make sure I am being the best I can be so I am ready when it does.
Infertility is so much more than...
not having a baby in your arms.
That's why you can't hand your crying baby to the infertile woman at church and say things like, "Here, this will make you feel better. Aren't you glad you don't have to put up with this?"
The woman experiencing infertility doesn't want your baby. Certainly, your baby is squishy and lovely (even when crying) and smells so nice, but that's not it. That's not even a consolation.
Nor is saying to your infertile neighbor, "You should just adopt. If you adopt I swear you'd get pregnant. It's happened to like, three of my friends/relatives/coworkers."
Because, that's not it either. It's not about achieving some ends to a means. It's not about belittling adoption so you can achieve a pregnancy.
And adoption is not a scientific cure for infertility--and it's not an emotional cure either.
Infertility is an all encompassing state of being. It has the force to completely take over the core of a woman's belief about who she is and what she is capable of. It's not about having a biological baby or an adopted baby or a foster baby, it's about feeling whole even if no baby ever comes at all.
It's about overcoming those days when you are called to repentance (by well-meaning family members, or ladies at church) for "lacking the faith to conceive" or for being selfish because "what is taking you so long to have a baby?"
It's being able to love your body even though it's not functioning in a fertile way. It's about ignoring the statements like, "if you lost weight you'd get pregnant," or "the clock is ticking! you're getting too old," or "I don't know what the problem is, my husband looks at me wrong and I'm pregnant!"
It's the determination that no matter how family-friendly our culture is, or how valuable we pronounce motherhood or how we like to say well-meaning things like, "we're all mothers!" that the truth is we are all daughters of a loving Heavenly Father. And that isolated characteristic is mighty powerful in its own course. Anything else added to it is cherry, but not necessary for our eternal self-esteem.
My own battle with infertility ripped me apart. In those heavy years I felt every emotion given to mankind to feel. Jealously like a furious ocean. Anger, rage and self-directed disappointment. It wasn't just the inability to conceive, it was the inability to believe in myself.
There was a lot of misunderstanding everywhere I went.
BUT. There is a belief structure that we preach in our church based on a scripture in the Book of Mormon it says:
Ether 12:27 And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.
If we come unto Christ, He will make our weaknesses strengths.
I'm not talking about being infertile for five years and then pregnant for the next four (which, as it turns out has happened in my experience). My weakness wasn't infertility which was washed away by strong fertility.
My weakness was not seeing who I really was, with or without a baby. I could only see myself as a person who wanted. I was incomplete. And upon getting (miraculously) pregnant I didn't suddenly understand, but somehow along the way I could see how the Lord took me by my hand and showed me my strength:
I am a daughter of God, and therefore entitled to intelligence, creativity, joy, inspiration and beyond. These are my strengths. Real strengths.
That is not to say there aren't residual wounds that came because of that inner turmoil (I am still working on forgiving some of those "helpful" remarks . . .) I feel I'll never get over the entire experience completely. And I suppose this is a post easier to write on the eve of having my third child. But I remember saying to myself during those extremely lonely years, "I want hope more than I want a baby." I didn't mean hope that someday I'd conceive, I meant hope that someday it wouldn't be so painful to be me.
This past week I was asked by Studio 5 to be a guest on their Sensitivity Training segment. They asked me to speak about how to talk to someone experiencing infertility. During the interview I said a phrase I didn't get to really explain "there's light at the end of the tunnel." It sounds so cliche and trite out of context. I didn't mean conception.
I meant: the light at the end of the tunnel comes when the light inside of yourself illuminates who youreally are, and what you're really capable of.
That's when infertility becomes less about having a baby in your arms and more about gratitude for having experienced it.
not having a baby in your arms.
That's why you can't hand your crying baby to the infertile woman at church and say things like, "Here, this will make you feel better. Aren't you glad you don't have to put up with this?"
The woman experiencing infertility doesn't want your baby. Certainly, your baby is squishy and lovely (even when crying) and smells so nice, but that's not it. That's not even a consolation.
Nor is saying to your infertile neighbor, "You should just adopt. If you adopt I swear you'd get pregnant. It's happened to like, three of my friends/relatives/coworkers."
Because, that's not it either. It's not about achieving some ends to a means. It's not about belittling adoption so you can achieve a pregnancy.
And adoption is not a scientific cure for infertility--and it's not an emotional cure either.
Infertility is an all encompassing state of being. It has the force to completely take over the core of a woman's belief about who she is and what she is capable of. It's not about having a biological baby or an adopted baby or a foster baby, it's about feeling whole even if no baby ever comes at all.
It's about overcoming those days when you are called to repentance (by well-meaning family members, or ladies at church) for "lacking the faith to conceive" or for being selfish because "what is taking you so long to have a baby?"
It's being able to love your body even though it's not functioning in a fertile way. It's about ignoring the statements like, "if you lost weight you'd get pregnant," or "the clock is ticking! you're getting too old," or "I don't know what the problem is, my husband looks at me wrong and I'm pregnant!"
It's the determination that no matter how family-friendly our culture is, or how valuable we pronounce motherhood or how we like to say well-meaning things like, "we're all mothers!" that the truth is we are all daughters of a loving Heavenly Father. And that isolated characteristic is mighty powerful in its own course. Anything else added to it is cherry, but not necessary for our eternal self-esteem.
My own battle with infertility ripped me apart. In those heavy years I felt every emotion given to mankind to feel. Jealously like a furious ocean. Anger, rage and self-directed disappointment. It wasn't just the inability to conceive, it was the inability to believe in myself.
There was a lot of misunderstanding everywhere I went.
BUT. There is a belief structure that we preach in our church based on a scripture in the Book of Mormon it says:
Ether 12:27 And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.
If we come unto Christ, He will make our weaknesses strengths.
I'm not talking about being infertile for five years and then pregnant for the next four (which, as it turns out has happened in my experience). My weakness wasn't infertility which was washed away by strong fertility.
My weakness was not seeing who I really was, with or without a baby. I could only see myself as a person who wanted. I was incomplete. And upon getting (miraculously) pregnant I didn't suddenly understand, but somehow along the way I could see how the Lord took me by my hand and showed me my strength:
I am a daughter of God, and therefore entitled to intelligence, creativity, joy, inspiration and beyond. These are my strengths. Real strengths.
That is not to say there aren't residual wounds that came because of that inner turmoil (I am still working on forgiving some of those "helpful" remarks . . .) I feel I'll never get over the entire experience completely. And I suppose this is a post easier to write on the eve of having my third child. But I remember saying to myself during those extremely lonely years, "I want hope more than I want a baby." I didn't mean hope that someday I'd conceive, I meant hope that someday it wouldn't be so painful to be me.
This past week I was asked by Studio 5 to be a guest on their Sensitivity Training segment. They asked me to speak about how to talk to someone experiencing infertility. During the interview I said a phrase I didn't get to really explain "there's light at the end of the tunnel." It sounds so cliche and trite out of context. I didn't mean conception.
I meant: the light at the end of the tunnel comes when the light inside of yourself illuminates who youreally are, and what you're really capable of.
That's when infertility becomes less about having a baby in your arms and more about gratitude for having experienced it.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Happy Birthday Austin....
Tomorrow is my cute husbands 28th birthday. When he turned 27, I told him that 27 was basically 30.....so happy 30th birthday again Aust! You're the best husband ever, and I am so thankful I get to spend forever with you.
P.S. Thanks for turning around, even when you really didn't want to so I could take this hilarious picture of the cow on our Seattle trip, it was totally worth it. You're the best.
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