Monday, February 29, 2016

Leap Day!!

Little Sammy turned 4 today. His excitement for his birthday has been filling the house this past week. Bouncing off the walls doesn't quite describe him. Exploding off the walls is better. 

I'm thrilled that he is 4. His terrible 2s and 3s were long and drawn out, probably because he gave up napping way too early in life, in my humble opinion. Of course, these years have been terrific, as well. I have learned the deeper meaning of opposition in all things when it comes to raising a toddler. (Any age child, really, but right now that lesson is specifically regarding a toddler.) With the greatest joys come the greatest struggles. Sam is curious, excited, determined, and stubborn. He knows what he wants and not much will stop him from getting it. He is strong-willed and thank heaven for that. His enthusiasm for life just radiates off of him. He is so happy to be alive. I am not naive. I know 4 isn't magically going to turn him into a robot that always does my bidding. I am grateful, that he isn't there anymore though. 😀😀😀 

Now he is 4 and we have exited the toddler era of our lives. I love to look back on pictures of these past 10 years and see how many memories we have planted as a family. I am so grateful for my babies and my toddlers and all that I learned about myself during these beautifully challenging years. It was so much harder than I ever could have planned on and more glorious than I ever could have hoped for. I cherish the growth that Brandon and I have made as husband and wife. With each baby came a necessity to navigate new waters and rework our relationship to fit into the new course ahead of us. We have done it. And we are happier and more in love today because of it.

So, to Sam turning 4, I say, "Hooray!" I will miss his little toddler ways. His chubby arms wrapped around my neck, squeezing love into me. His chubby feet as they run, never walk, everywhere he goes. His independence that led him to climbing in the pantry many times a day. His ability to find mischief (usually involving toilet paper or spilled food) around every corner. It won't all go away overnight, so I will cherish it while it lasts. And be ever grateful for the memories that I can hold onto forever. And as far as the next stage of parenting, well, ready or not here it comes.


Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Milestones

This evening I needed to do the last (I hope!) of our Christmas shopping and Brandon was dealing with issue of a broken heater and a flat tire. Fun times here at the Stro residence. Life is nothing, if not interesting, no?

Anyway, I wrote it some instructions for William to make cheese bread and ramme noodles. He accepted the challenge and I am told that he executed brilliantly. I'm so proud of my boy for preparing dinner for his family all by himself. 

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Sacrament Meeting Talk

The Relief Society Presidency spoke in church today. We were asked to speak on the purposes of Relief Society. Carrie Fowers (secretary) spoke about increasing faith and personal righteousness. Jelaire Smedley (Second Counselor) spoke about serving others in unity. Becky Mikkelsen spoke about strengthening homes and families. I told them I would "wrap it up" at the end.

You guys. Wrapping up three other talks that I'd never heard before proved to be a very difficult feat. I knew what I wanted to say and what I thought maybe the sisters needed to hear. I struggled putting my thoughts into words. I couldn't get a clear vision on what my message was and how to share it. It wasn't until Saturday morning that I finally received clarity on what Heavenly Father wanted me to say. I had been thinking and planning my talk all week. Saturday morning I scrapped a lot of it and wrote the words that came to me.

One of the greatest lessons I am learning through my calling is how to receive personal revelation more regularly. I have realized that I am a NOVICE at this business. In learning the language of the spirit, I would say I am in kindergarten. This calling has forced me to step up to the plate. I am grateful for that. And writing this talk was no exception.

So, here is my talk. For the record, the missing link in my talk, that finally brought me clarity was the Relief Society motto, "Charity Never Faileth". Somehow I thought I could give a talk to wrap up the purposes of Relief Society without discussing charity. Silly me.

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We read in Daughters in My Kingdom, “In the time of Christ, the Savior taught women in multitudes and as individuals, on the street and by the seashore, at the well and in their homes. He showed loving-kindness toward them and healed them and their family members. In many parables, He told stories of women engaged in ordinary activities. He demonstrated deep familiarity with women’s lives and drew timeless gospel lessons from their everyday experiences. He forgave them. He wept with them. He had compassion on them in their specific circumstances as daughters, wives, homemakers, mothers, and widows. He appreciated them and ennobled them.
Even in excruciating pain on the cross, the Savior expressed concern for His mother, who by then was very likely a widow in need of watchcare, And the first person to whom He appeared after His Resurrection was a woman.”

It was in this same pattern that in 1842, in the upper room of the “red brick store” a small group of women met with Joseph Smith, John Taylor, and Willard Richards. The Prophet Joseph organized them in a divinely inspired and authorized manner, with Emma Smith at the helm. 
Joseph Smith continued to give guidance and counsel to these women and these teachings became the foundation with which Relief Society was built. The purposes of Relief Society, which we have learned about today, have existed since this humble beginning of this grand organization.
What does that mean for us today? We know the purposes. Now, what?

The answer to this is the Relief Society motto. Charity never faileth. What is charity? According to Mormon, “Charity is the pure love of Christ.” President Monson explains further, “ I do not at this moment have in mind the relief of the suffering through the giving of our substance. That, of course, is necessary and proper. Tonight, however, I have in mind the charity that manifests itself when we are tolerant of others and lenient toward their actions, the kind of charity that forgives, the kind of charity that is patient.
There is a serious need for the charity that gives attention to those who are unnoticed, hope to those who are discouraged, aid to those who are afflicted. True charity is love in action. The need for charity is everywhere."
I reflect on the story of Ruth and Naomi in the Old Testament. Naomi lives with her husband and two sons in Moab. Her husband dies and only a few short years later both her sons die. Naomi and her daughters-in-law, Orpah and Ruth, all find themselves widowed. They are destitute. Naomi decides they must return to Bethlehem, where they had come from about a decade before. She tells her daughters-in-law to return home to their families. They wept together and Orpah returned to Moab, but “Ruth clave unto her” and gave her quite a speech convincing Naomi that she was not going to change her mind, “when  [Naomi] saw that she was steadfastly minded to go with her, then she left speaking unto her.”
They return to Bethlehem together and Ruth finds work gleaning the fields of Boaz. Gleaning means that she follows behind the workers as they harvest, picking up the corn that they had dropped. This is something only the extremely poor would do. Ruth knew that Naomi needed someone else to help her and was not going to leave her alone. Do you suppose that Ruth needed Naomi just as much. These women saw each other through a dark and difficult time because of charity.
Today, charity can be found when a sister is invited to sit with a group, instead of alone, at church. Charity can be found in a friendly smile, a “thinking about you” text message, or a plate of cookies on a doorstep. Charity can be found in extended a welcoming hand and heart to a new sister. Charity can be found as we allow each other into our homes, perfect or not, clean or not, and have unpressured space in which we can talk and be together. Charity is found as we discover that “we” is more powerful than “me”. Charity is also found as we increase our own personal righteousness and seek and act on personal revelation. Sister Julie B. Beck said,
It was prophesied that in the latter days the Lord would pour out His Spirit upon His handmaids.  This will happen as we allow ourselves to be still enough and quiet enough to listen to the voice of the Spirit. Elder Neal A. Maxwell taught us that receiving revelation for our calling and in our personal lives “requires serious mental effort on our part. … Revelation is not a matter of pushing buttons, but of pushing ourselves, often aided by fasting, scripture study, and personal pondering.
We might see ourselves as weak, but the power of this great organization lies in each of us because it is the power of God. It can and it has changed lives.
Another example, in 1846 Eliza Partridge Lyman gave birth to a son. He was born in a wagon. She struggled through a few short months with him and by December he was sick and passed away. She wrote in her journal, “The baby is dead and I mourn his loss. We have done the best we knew how for him, but nothing has done any good; he continued to fail from the time he was taken sick. My sister Caroline and I sat up every night with him and tried to save him from death, for we could not bear to part with him, but we were powerless… I still have friends who are dear to me. If I had not I should wish to bid this world farewell, for it is full of disappointments and sorrow. But I believe there is a power that watches over us and does all things right.” Later she provided that same friendship and compassion, helping other women who were dealing with similar grief. Her life found meaning again because of the charity extended to her from other women and the opportunity she was given to pay it forward.
President Monson in the same talk I quoted previously continued, “In a hundred small ways, all of you wear the mantle of charity. Life is perfect for none of us. Rather than being judgmental and critical of each other, may we have the pure love of Christ for our fellow travelers in this journey through life. May we recognize that each one is doing her best to deal with the challenges which come her way, and may we strive to do our best to help out.
I can testify before you today that I have seen the work of Relief Society bless and change lives.  Women need women and together we can do incredible things. In the words of John A. Widstoe, “Relief of poverty, relief of illness; relief of doubt, relief of ignorance; relief of all that hinders the joy and progress of woman. What a magnificent commission!”
In closing I would like to share one more story. That of the mothers of the Stripling Warriors. We learn about them as a collective group of mothers who had raised their children in faith. Alma 27:28 explains the foundation of these women's faith.

"And they did look upon shedding the blood of their brethren with greatest abhorrence; and they never could be prevailed upon to take up arms against their brethren; and they never did look upon death with an degree of terror, for their hope and views of Christ and the resurrection; therefore, death was swallowed up to them by the victory of Christ over it."

They kept their faith even as they watched their brothers and sisters be slaughtered and as they left their homeland. These women did not do this alone. Together these women taught these things to their own children. Together they faced death, rather than the prospect of breaking their covenants. Together they sent their young sons into battle. They knew that because of the atonement of Jesus Christ death had no power. They had no fear of physical death because Jesus would conquer it, and therefore it had "no sting".

These young men went forth with the same bravery that the women displayed. “We do not doubt our mothers knew it.” And when that battle was raged and the dust had settled, Helaman numbered these young men. Knowing, I’m sure, that he would reporting to their mothers of the casualties. But behold, to [his] great joy, there had not one soul of them fallen to the earth; yea, and they had fought as if with the strength of God; yea, never were men known to have fought with such miraculous strength.”
One can only assume that those women were praying for those boys on the battlefield. And through their faith, their collective faith, not one soul was lost.
We have been made a similar promise, as we join this collective group of  women across the globe, in purpose and direction, under the name of Relief Society. President Packer said, “The great circle of sisters will be a protection for each of you and for your families. The Relief Society will be likened to a refuge – the place of safety and protection – the sanctuary of ancient times. You will be safe within it. It encircles each sister like a protecting wall.”

I can’t think of anything more reassuring to me than the promise of refuge and sanctuary, safety and protection. This kind of promise does not happen magically. It will not happen without the work of many diligent and loving hands.


I testify that as we embrace the purposes of Relief Society and embrace them through charity and personal revelation, we will find the refuge and sanctuary we need in the world today and be able to bring ourselves and our loved ones unto Christ. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

William-ese

Today was rough after school. School is rough. Class work is rough. Learning new routines and schedules and teacher expectations and juggling it all in a brain that fires differently than most, it's rough. If he could only learn and study what he is interested in, he'd be a great student. But tonight, he had to do multiplication tables and story problems. These are not what interests him, just in case you are wondering.

I write tonight because I want both William and me to remember what I told him in my little pep talk. I told him I know this is hard. I know it doesn't come easy for him like it does for others. But I also know that it's okay. It's okay for something to be hard for us. It's okay to have to work hard for something that others can just breeze through. Heavenly Father did not send us here to find the easiest route and he does not show us love by taking away what's hard. He sent us here so that we can learn to lean on Him when it gets hard. 
I'm so grateful for that knowledge. I don't know how I'd see my precious boy through these rough days without it.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Sam-ish


Sam is hilarious. Most of the time, however, it's in the delivery and not specifically in what he says. 

Alas, there is plenty of material and I need to get my act together and record some of these moments. 

Right now what comes to mind is in regards to potty training because that is what we're dealing with right now. He finally arrived at that point where he wants to wear underwear instead of diapers. Thank you, Daniel Tiger. The frist couple of successes I did a crazy and exuberant dry dance in celebration. For the rest of the day, when he needed to go, he'd stop in his tracks and look back at me and say, "No dry dance this time, Mom. No dry dance, K?"

These were a couple of great conversations sent to me by Jill when Anne and Sam stayed with them so we could celebrate our anniversary, 

Me: Sam what do you want to be when you grow up?
Sam: A big boy. Like William.
Me: do you want to drive a garbage truck?
Sam (eyes wide with disbelief that I would suggest he do so): Nooooo!
Me: What about an engineer like your dad?
Sam: No, a big boy like William.
Me: why do you want to be a big boy like William? What does William do that you want to do when you're big?
Sam: Go in William's room.

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Me (holding Sam and laughing at his antics): Who loves you Samuel?
Sam (dead serious): Zane. (And more laughing.)


Sunday, August 2, 2015

May Happenings

 Oh, Mother's Day. It just didn't pan out to be spectacular this year, mostly because Brandon wasn't feeling well, so I was feeling guilty about him doing all the work to make it special for me so I didn't let myself relax and than I was mad that I couldn't and ... oh, it was all so silly. Why do we do those things to ourselves?

The good news is that Brandon did make a mighty spectacular strawberry cheesecake.
 And these are the little rascals that make me a proud mama. I love them so much!!
 Marie and Anne put on a show for us one evening. The storylines left a bit to be desired, but were a cross between Little Red Riding Hood and Tinkerbell and Mary Had a Little Lamb.
 Anne in all of her dramatic glory just makes me smile. (Ooops, should have edited that red-eye.)
 I just love watching my kids do what they love when they have free time. Playing with cars in his bedroom is especially wonderful because he isn't making mischief (which he is really very good at!).
 And when they read together, well, that sends me over the edge. 
 Read on, kiddos!
 And it wouldn't be May without my birthday and a super delicious cake that everybody should experience at least once in their lives. Seriously, folks, this is the best cake that I have ever had in my life. I mean it. And I can say that, not to brag, because I didn't create the recipe. I just followed the recipe and boy am I glad that I did!
 I'm also quite pleased that Brandon gave me this little extra something as a gift for my birthday. Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea DVDs. The big gift was a new DSLR camera. Yay!
 As always, we enjoyed the cows throughout May. This picture was particularly funny. I didn't quite catch it in the perfect moment, but it had been raining (because that is what it did throughout pretty much all of May) and the wind was blowing towards our house. All the cows had turned their back to the wind and rain and were, therefore, all facing us. It looked like they were staring us down  and was a bit creepy, I must admit. 
May ended with a bang by paying a much needed visit to Grandma Howe. We love her so much and are so grateful we had such a nice time with her.

So, there's that. Until next time.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Sam-ish

Picks up a Spanish hymnal.

I need to sing some songs.
I am a child of God

Turns page.

I'm gonna drive all night long.

(And there you have it. His two favorite songs.)