Tuesday, September 24, 2013

teach your children


If we want to raise a new generation of hard-working, smart, unique, strong, spiritual, and wonderful people, then we, as parents, need to teach them.

We live in a very strange world, in a very challenging time. The world, and the values of society, seem to be closing in on us -- the internet, and technology, help to make that possible. There is information streaming-in from every direction. The tentacles of technology reach far beyond anything I could have imagined. There is access to endless information (which can be a beautiful thing), but it can also make deciphering what is true, and what is false, very difficult -- especially for young minds.

I send three of my little "babies" out into the world, to learn from someone else. They spend most of their day at public school learning "facts" and ideas, and interacting with other children who are happy to teach them new games, and new tricks. Though elementary school has its challenges, I just sent my oldest off to junior high, and she is now taught from a variety of teachers, with a broader range of views, opinions, and concepts -- perhaps not all views and ideas that I, as a parent, agree with.

While at school, teachers might place things in front of the children that are not congruent with our basic core beliefs. (That has already happened.) Children may come home upset, or concerned about things they are taught at school, things that don't seem quite right, things that make them feel uncomfortable -- because of a warning in their heart.

The things being taught now are not the same things we learned in school. As parents, we need to be ever watchful, and careful -- now, more than ever before. Keep your eyes open. Be aware. Ask questions.

As some of these issues arise, I become increasingly more grateful to have a solid foundation based on the teachings of the gospel found in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I have taught my children of Jesus and His teachings from the time they were little babies. I have taught the children who they are, as children of God. They are forming their own testimonies of the gospel, and will one day have to discover what they know to be true for themselves. But for now, in our home, they have a foundation. A solid foundation. We read, study, pray, discuss, teach, and live the gospel in our home. It is the foundation my children walk on when they step out the front door each morning, and face the world.

As a result, my children are not blank slates to be written upon. They already have the gospel of Christ written in their little hearts, as they go out and face difficult challenges. They are not empty and left without a knowledge of the truth. They do not wander, and wonder, aimlessly -- soaking in information at school without thinking twice about it. They view the world through the filter of having the companionship of the Spirit of God. They have a filter for light, and darkness. They can determine between right, and wrong.

They are not left alone. They have God on their side. And if they are worthy, they can have the Holy Ghost as their constant companion.

Having the Spirit to guide you is like wearing spiritual glasses, providing clearer vision, and the prescription which includes the power of discernment. Do you know how grateful I am for that? Do you know what comfort that gives me, as a mother, to know my children are not left in the darkness? Even when walking through the darkness, they can see the light.

There are many people who desire to write ideas, and values, upon the hearts of our sweet, impressionable, children. Society would like to shape, and train, our children into something other than what we might want them to become. We live in a strange world. But this is their world. They have to learn to live in it. They have to learn to not only survive in it, but to thrive in it.

Sometimes I wish I could scoop up my family, and run for the hills -- to live in peace and safety. But that is not possible. We live here, in the world. This is our world, this is the world our children need to know how to face. This is the world -- perhaps the darkness -- in which we need to teach our children how to shine.

Lately, I have felt a strong desire to pull my children closer. I am far less concerned about extra activities, and things that take my children out of the home, all the time. I want to make sure that they have enough "home time" so they can receive the education -- the Spiritual education -- that is the most important thing they will ever learn in their lifetime. And I want to be the one to teach them the things I know to be true.

If I do not take, and make, the time to teach them -- someone else surely will.

Monday, September 23, 2013

normal life

We have just been doing normal life here. We are all recovering from being sick. I was sick for over 2 weeks! I am just now starting to not cough as hard (thank goodness!). We all felt just awful, but we seem to be on the mend. Yea! 

Life is mostly filled with routine now, and homework. And that is OK. I enjoy routine. But we still manage to have a lot of fun, too! I REALLY love having fun! 

I am loving the weather and enjoying this Autumn season. My favorite! 
 Boys . . . why must they wrestle? Girls would never do this! Even the baby joins in! 
Sammi taking time from her Math homework to read William a story. Moments like these warm my heart. 
We gave blood on Saturday. It was a first for me. I was happy to do it! When I was born I needed a blood transfusion, so without a donation, I would not have made it! If you ever have a chance to give blood, go for it. It was not bad at all. The blood-sucking part only took about 7 minutes for me. 
 Yeah! This is fun! 
Charles was nervous about it. He hates needles. But he did it anyway. He said he just had to think of me, and how it was a simple donation that saved my life. He handled it beautifully. And he was just fine! 
I did feel a little funny after we got home. But I was still recovering from illness, too. It only took a little resting and then we went out for the rest of the day. 
We went and got a flat tire fixed. While we waited, we decided to get some Shawarma. We were inspired by The Avengers movie. It was really GOOD! Yum! 
 Sammi trying Superhero food. She liked it! 
 Yum! 
Hat-making season has started! This time of year we gather together as a family, watch movies, and make hats. Last year we were able to make over 50 to donate to the Women and Children's Center. This year we would like to double that number! 
Oh, and I also got a new Valance...still looking for curtains to go with it. Notice Henry helping with the yarn. Such a good little helper. :-) 

I made this hat for Henry without measuring his head first. Brilliant. His head has grown since last year. :-) 
 Daniel loves making hats. 

 We all do! 
Charles made this hat for Henry. I love it. It is precious. Charles is especially good at making hats. He really enjoys it. It is therapeutic. 
 We had a friend make this beautiful quilt for Sammi to give to her friend. It turned out so wonderful! Thank you Ellen King! It is PERFECT! So beautiful! 

We have been trying to read the Book of Mormon in other languages. Charles went on a mission to Toronto, Canada and he gathered books in over 10 different languages. It has been fun, though our language skills begin and end with what Dora the Explorer has taught us. 

 Henry is cute and gross -- at the same time. 
 Yea for food! 
Yea for life! 

Monday, September 16, 2013

Make it Work

When we moved back into our little house, I prayed that our home would feel "big" enough, because of the love we are able to create here. And you know what? It has been more than enough. It really has!

I think one of the most miraculous things is how well the children can get along. It is amazing how they love to be together -- even though they are such different personalities, and ages. (From age 1-12.) Of course they argue, and do silly things, too, but they are family, and buddies -- all of them -- and they get to have a party in their room every night! What could be better?! 

One thing I think is best about having them together is a feeling of security, and safety. Rarely, if ever, do any of the children come to me scared, or with bad dreams. When they go to sleep, they rest well knowing they are surrounded by their pals, they are with their people -- they are not alone. And there is just something about not being alone to cause you to feel better, and more secure. I have come to realize that children sharing a room is a blessing, in many, many, ways. They talk to each other, they sing Henry to sleep together, they play together, they see each other reading scriptures before bed, they create ideas together, they dream together. There is even a little 1 year old in the group, but it works! There is one choice in this house and it is: GET ALONG!!! 

Closeness just works for me. And it works wonderfully for the children, too. You cannot hide here. There is no getting away from each other. Problems have to be resolved and QUICK! I love it. 

On Saturday, Sammi wanted to make it so she could have a space in the main room, so she could sleep there, if she wanted to. (Apparently two steps away in her closet room, is too far away from the party.) So, I adjusted the beds a bit, and made the bunk bed into a faux triple, and moved the trundle out for William -- which also created an extra sleeping space. By doing this, we actually have space for 2 more kids in the room . . . just saying. Eventually we will likely slap our bunk bed in there, too . . . with space for even more! 

At night the children turn on Sammi's jukebox iPod dock/speakers, and play bedtime music, and watch the colors change (it is pretty awesome!). Henry loves it. Their room is way fun. It is mostly used for playing Legos together, and sleeping. Legos are pretty much their only toys in the house, besides stuffed animals. We have about 15-20 boxes of toys in the garage. NO JOKE. Proof of toy-insanity. And the proof that there is such a thing as TOO MUCH STUFF! Yikes! Legos . . . they win the prize for awesome toys in our house. They build with them everyday. It is amazing how much more room a room can have when you ditch the extra stuff. 



We decided to turn Sammi's closet-room into a Music Room. Sammi and Daniel are really into music, and we wanted them to have a place to play freely. It is a place to shut the door and create. (And it is the most sound-proof place in the house! Yeah!) 


It is a magic place . . . 


And if Sammi wants, she can still hide away to her loft bed. It is a great place to do homework, in peace and quiet. 
I have found that you just have to be creative with your space. And though our space is limited, each corner of it is useful, and magical. 

And that is how I love to live! 

And as we live and love together, our 900sqft home is more than enough. 

And I am grateful! 

day-to-day

Life has become very day-to-day, lately. But I suppose that is the nature of giving up the long, care-free, summer days, and embracing the season of school. 

But even beyond the mental switch from summer, to school -- I have been trying to take life one day at a time. 

Sometimes I try to see too far into the future. I try to plan, to dream, etc., and I can often forget the day. THIS day. Today. It can be hard for me to live in the moment. It is a challenge for me, it really is! I often find myself anxious, antsy, restless . . . looking forward to the future. 

I often think (and I am just being honest), that I will be happy when... (fill in the blank). 

But that is a bunch of hooey. Because I need to enjoy the now. Because now is all I have. This day -- and all my days already gone by -- are the totality of my life. And those days, months, years, have all gone by in a flash. Time has gone by so quickly...

Especially as a Mother. 

I had a realization moment last week. I was cooking dinner, William was sitting on the counter next to me reading his homework, I was shoveling food into Henry's mouth,  Daniel was playing the trumpet, and Sammi was asking Junior High homework questions. I realized, in that moment, I was no longer an amateur. I had become -- over the process of time -- a  REAL MOM. 

Right now I feel like "Motherhood 101" is over, and I have been thrust into the next level of classes. The simple days are over. The "basics" have been learned. And I have found myself in the thick of very thick things. I am a "mature" Mother. A grown-up mother! I am a 33 year old woman, with 4 children. And that is how people see me now. When the heck did that happen? 

Sometimes I think back on the simple times of "Motherhood 101", and I have to smile at how quiet those days really were. I thought I was so busy then. I thought I was stretched to my limits. But looking back, life was so simple, and so sweet. And I am grateful for that time now. 

When I had my first child, Sammi, the internet was very limited, and not what it is now -- so that was much less of a distraction. I read a lot. I had time to just watch Sammi discover her world, every moment of her childhood was captured by my eyes. I was always there, watching, playing, exploring with her. We would build blocks, and color, and read, and do everything together. I used to take the time to create the entirety of Disneyland out of little people. Sammi would dress-up like a princess, and I would actually sit with her and watch Strawberry Shortcake. She really got the best of my time. She was the 1st, and that makes her extremely lucky. (Poor Henry, baby number 4, with 3 older siblings chasing him around, and vying for his time, and my attention.) 

As I sit and reflect, I realize the time I wished away then -- those simple, quiet days -- they are gone. Never to return. So why in the world did I wish those days away? Stupid me! 

Why in the world do I ever wish these days away??

It is madness! It is folly! 

When people say, "Enjoy your babies, they grow-up so fast!" They are not joking! 

Sammi went from this . . . 

To this. While I blinked. 

Daniel went from this . . . 
To this. In just seconds. 

William went from this . . . 

To this. Faster than I could have dreamed.
And Henry went from this . . . 
To this. In the speed of light! 

My family went from this . . . 
 To this. Before I could catch my breath! 

Time keeps on slipping into the future. 

One day at a time, people. Take it one day at a time. And ENJOY it! 

"Don't wish your days away, wishing for better days ahead!" - Marjorie Hinckley 

It is the day-to-day that counts!

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Faith


I have been thinking a lot about Faith.

And not just my own faith, but the faith of all those who believe, and even those who don't. 

Faith seems to come so naturally to some. While for others, having faith is a battleground of confusion, doubt, and required evidence. "I will believe, if..." 

For some, having faith is as easy as breathing. To say the words, "I believe," or "I know," requires no more effort than opening their mouths. 

But for many, even most, having faith is difficult, even unthinkable -- especially in the times we live now. In this highly "evolved" society -- it is facts, not faith, that rule the day. 

There was a time when faith was more widespread. Having some sort of religion was commonplace. But that is not the world in which we live now. Now we are so "advanced" that religion has become "optional". 

Should we be concerned? 

I know I am. 

There are promises about what happens when we, as a Nation, forget God.

Big, catastrophic, apocalyptic, promises. 

But that is another thought for another day... 

Right now, I want to think about the individual. 

Why is it that some people have hearts willing to trust, have faith, and believe? While others are consumed with fear, confusion, and doubt? 

Perhaps it is upbringing? That might have something to do with it. But sometimes even those who are brought up "right" still stray from the path they were placed on. 

There is always the power to choose. 

I have also seen the opposite.  Where upbringing has nothing to do with it. Charles was not brought up in faith, but at age 17 -- in a life-changing moment -- he was snatched from the jaws of hell, and he found the faith that would fuel the rest of his life. 

So, perhaps it is nature, or perhaps it is nurture? 

Or perhaps faith is a gift from God? Yes, I believe it is. 

It is simply easier for some to believe than others. 

But what IS it inside of each of us, that determines whether or not we will believe

Whatever it is, it is powerful -- the gift of faith. 

I have faith. I believe. I know God lives. I have always known this, from the time I was very small. I was taught to have faith, and I have always clung to it. I have had chances to do otherwise...

There have been times where I have been stupid, made mistakes (big ones!), and I have had trials enough to make me weak . . . but through it all, I still believed. I will always believe. 

It is who I am. 

If you were to strip away my faith, there would be nothing left of me. I would be void, empty, pointless. 

Do not get me wrong, I have had questions. I have had to study, along with my faith. But I approach the things of God in a spirit of belief, and not doubt. And my questions are answered. Even if the answer is sometimes, "wait". I trust God, and that is easy for me to do. Being patient with myself is usually my biggest hurdle. 

But that is me. And not everyone is like me. And that is OK. 

Like I said, I have been thinking a lot about faith lately. Both in the believer, and the doubter. 

I am amazed by those of all faiths, and religions, and I stand in awe of those who are devoted to God. I am also amazed by those of no faith who seem to have some sort of inborn desire to do good in the world. There are so many good, and beautiful people. Of all walks of life. 

And regardless of whether or not you believe it, you are a Child of God. He knows you, and He loves you. If you accept it, or not, it is still true. 

I know it. 

One day we will all know it. 

Do you have faith? 

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Nearer My God to Thee, 9/11.

A 9/11 Musical Tribute. My mother is on the piano, with me and Sammi singing. The images in this movie might not be suitable for young children. I tried to be tasteful, but I would give it a PG rating. All images are from Google search.



It was September 11th, 2001. Charles and I were living the student life, managing the Hoyt building, in Anchorage, Alaska. Sammi was a little over a month old.

It was 12 years ago, but I can still recall the moment that Charles woke me out of bed, early in the morning, and said, "Mari, someone bombed the Pentagon."

I was shocked. I immediately jumped up from the covers, and ran out to watch the news. The TV was flashing unbelievable images of destruction, and the events were still unfolding right before our eyes. Many of the tenants in our building gathered in our apartment, and we all watched together, with hands over our mouths, in disbelief. Our hearts were racing, and tears were streaming down our cheeks.

America had been attacked.

It was on that day, that my view of the world changed, forever.

I will never forget.

God bless America.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

The Love of Music


I have never pressured my children into music lessons. My mother told me how much she disliked being "forced" to play when she was growing-up. Considering that, I wanted my children to wait until they were an appropriate age, so they could choose (choosing is EVERYTHING when it comes to music!) what they would like to try, and go from there. We decided that school bands and orchestras, were the "right" (for us) time. That meant age 10, and in the 5th grade. 

I would never force piano lessons/music lessons/band/orchestra/instrument/choir, etc., on ANYONE. Music is meant to be loved and adored -- not forced. It is meant to flow into your very being, so that it permeates your very soul. Shoving music down someones throat is not -- in my humble and unstudied opinion -- the way to accomplish a love of music. It should happen naturally, I believe. 

If you want your children to love, adore, and seek after music, then make it a normal part of your daily life. Have music in your home. Sing together, play spoon & bowl drums together, do karaoke together. Have beautiful and magical music playing on the radio. Watch wholesome music videos together. Take them to concerts. Expose them to music, let it sink in. Music is powerful . . . it will work its way into their little souls, if you allow it to. 

There is no reason to force it. Forcing music is like forcing joy -- you cannot do it. Oh, you can try though... no thanks! 

We have tried to instill a love of music in our home. And, so far, it seems to be working according to my love-of-music plan . . . WaHaha!!!! 


Miss Sammi, our oldest, LOVES music. I suppose the word obsessed is more like it. She is always listening to, singing, or watching, music in some form. It is a beautiful thing, really. It has been wonderful to watch Sammi develop her musical talents, by discovering what she likes, and what she LOVES overtime -- in her own time. 

Over the years she has taught herself to play the piano. And now she is playing in Young Womens, and she will be accompanying us at the Senior Center this Sunday. She spent two years in elementary school band: one year clarinet, another on the saxophone. She learned to read music, and discovered she loved the piano most of all. And now I often have to make her stop playing, so she will go to bed. (She has been possessed by the "Angel of Music".) 


Daniel just started his musical journey this year, and he has chosen the trumpet. His teacher recommended a different instrument because there were a lot of trumpets already, but I said, "No!" Daniel wants to play the trumpet, and he has had to wait until now to play a musical instrument, so you had better believe I am going to help him play what he wants to play, not what someone else needs to make the band sound better! I wrote a little note, and he will, indeed, be playing trumpet this year. We started him listening to Louis Armstrong for inspiration. I am excited to hear him progress and grow . . . maybe he will love it, maybe he won't. It is all up to him. 


William was watching The Lawrence Welk show with me (great nostalgic music!), and he started clapping along with one of the songs. I noticed he had great rhythm, and I told him so. Guess what William did for the rest of the night? Yep, clapping, clapping, clapping! And the seeds of loving music are planted! He also can be heard singing along with the other children while Sammi plays her Les Miserables music. William also does a pretty sweet, "Phantom of the Opera" voice. 


Henry is exposed to music more than any of the other children, just by being alive. The children are all in tight living quarters, so when Sammi is playing Les Mis songs, or Phantom, Henry soaks it all in. His favorite song is "One Day More," from Les Mis. He will sing it for you, if he is in the mood. He also likes to sing, "Look down, Look down," from Les Mis . . . it is hilarious. Monkey see, monkey do, right? Right. 

And the music seeps in . . . and becomes a part of them. Even the babies! 

My biggest problem now with my children is how to get them to stop! (No, not really, I NEVER want them to stop loving music. Not ever!) Even when the piano is being played violently, or the trumpet sounds like a dying elephant . . . how could I not love music? 

The music that comes from the souls of my children, oh how beautiful it is to me. May they ALWAYS love it. 


On that same note . . . (pun intended), Sammi put together our Family Home evening last night, she chose to do it on Music. 

She made these little worksheets for everyone to fill out . . . 



And after that, we each got to pick our Number One Favorite song, and find it on youtube and everyone got to listen to it... that was FUN!

-William chose the theme from Walle

-Daniel chose the theme from The Lord of the Rings

-Sammi chose The Music of the Night, from The Phantom of the Opera

-Charles chose The Masters Call, by Marty Robbins

-I chose La Vie En Rose performed by Louis Armstrong (one of my favorite performers, ever!) If you do not know the song, youtube search it, it is AWESOME!!!!

It was hard to narrow it down to just ONE song to pick as a favorite. But it was also interesting to see how the music that you pick as your favorite, can also define who you are as a person. So maybe we need to consider the music we listen to, because it is shaping our very souls!

I feel blessed to have grown up in a house full of music. There was music ALL.THE.TIME. It has helped shaped who I am.

Perhaps you did not have that in your home growing up. But if you want it, you CAN have it now.

Infuse music into your life today! It is powerful!

Oh, and just very curious . . . do you have a number ONE favorite song? I know it is hard to narrow it down...