Door #1 or Door #2

Two weeks ago I came here with one of my best friends and thousands of other woman. For my birthday/mother's day gift I got to leave my family for 4 days and go up to BYU for Women's Conference. For two full days I attended spiritually uplifting classes. We raced like mad women from class to class to make sure we could get in. The rooms filled up quickly, and while I'm sure all the classes were excellent. I didn't want to end up in a class about taking care of your elderly parents, or adjusting to life as an empty nester.

My favorite class was titled "I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content" (Philippians 4:11) I love that! This is my new favorite scripture. A young mother of one child who lost her husband to cancer three years ago was one of the speakers for this class. I watched her as she sat on stage before the class started, and tears were filling my eyes. I could sense and feel a tremendous amount of love and peace that was being poured down upon her from a loving Heavenly Father as she prepared to tell us her story.

She taught me that in life there are two doors we can choose from. The first door has the word WHY on it. This door is very easy to open and once we are inside, it is hard to get out. We constantly ask why we have to go through such hard trials. I know I have done a lot of this.

The second door has the word WHAT on it. This door is harder to open, but once we are inside we allow ourselves to become submissive to Heavenly Father. We ask what can I do to be better? What am I supposed to learn from my trials? We allow Heavenly Father to teach us and show us the way. I feel like I almost have this door open.

The other day my daughter was trying to open the door to our business and the door got too heavy for her to completely open and it closed on her arm. I quickly ran over and opened the door for her and she was fine. I thought of door #2 as I freed my daughters arm from this heavy door. I feel like I am caught in the doorway of what, and I wish sometimes that someone would just open the door the rest of the way for me. I know that I have to figure it out for myself. I also know that I need to work on having more trust and faith in Heavenly Father.

The other 2 days that I was in Utah were spent visiting with family members who live there and lots of SHOPPING! I bought this yellow flower box and lots of other fantastic things for my bedroom. It was crazy how much joy I felt by just looking at these fresh tulips. They have since died, but I will continue to have fresh flowers in my bedroom. You should try having fresh flowers in your bedroom. It improved many things in my bedroom. If you know what I mean.

Anyways now I'm just being silly. My grandma reads this blog. Have I no decency! Thanks for checking in. Sorry I'm not a very good blogger.

Be Still

"Be Still"

Hillary Weeks

Another day, I'll try again.

But can You tell me will the hurting ever end?

I've been taught, and I believe,

But its been awhile since I've been on my knees.

But I need You by my side.

I don't have the strength to make it on my own.

And Lord do you hear my prayer?

How soon will You answer me?

I know you're weary.

I know you've had all you can bear,

And now you ask of me on bended knee,

I promise I'll be there.

I've watched you struggle,

And yet I can see how much you've grown.

Child could you feel my power in your darkest hour?

You were not alone.

Be still and know that I am God.

I'm by your side,

Whom shall you fear?

I'll give you strength.

My child, I am here!

Be still and know that I am God,

And there's no prayer that I don't hear.

Lift up your head my child.

I am here.

Right now I am finding joy in my faith. Faith in my Savior Jesus Christ. Faith in the plan that is for me. This past week I have really tried to pray and ponder the scriptures every day, and to know who I really am. My stake patriarch came to our house last Sunday night at my request, and visited with me and my husband. I wanted to learn from him and feel of the tremendous spirit that he brings. He has so much knowledge and I was spiritually fed that night.

He encouraged me to look in the mirror, and to really try to make a connection with my spirit. If we can truly understand the spirit that is ours, and where we come from, we can get through the trials in our life. The next morning I put my kids in front of the tv and locked myself in the closet. I listened to this song "Be Still" on repeat while I stared at myself in the mirror for a good 15 minutes. It was an awesome experience. You should try it.

The further I get out of this trial of PPD the more I can see that I never was alone. I sure felt alone while I was there, but now I can see that the Lord was by my side the whole time. I know that Heavenly Angels surrounded me and protected me and my family from harm.

I know we have a loving Heavenly Father. I know that Jesus Christ died for me, and that he understands all the pain and sorrow that I have felt in my life. I don't know why some trials have to be so hard, but I know that each trial I overcome I come away better and stronger for it. So bring it on. Not really. I could use a little break.

My Second Born

I find so much joy in this kid. I was able to take him to his short stuff sports class this past Saturday. When he woke up that morning he said I want to wear my muscle shirt and headband to sports. He got some funny looks from others but I thought he was absolutely adorable. I loved how the headband squished his eyes. I have a special connection with this one. He is definitely a mommas boy. At the same time he tries my patience every second of the day and makes me question my ability to be a "good" mom. My therapist would ask what makes a mom "good", and I would say all the things that I am not. So really I need to focus on all the things that I am. I need to soak up the moments like short stuff sports and squishy little eyes. Because at the end of the day when my son gives me one of his GIANT smiles, a BIG hug, and tells me he loves me, I know deep down inside that I'm doing the best that I can.

It's just a PENGUIN

So December was a super busy month for me, as I'm sure it was for all of you. In all the hustle and bustle it was hard for me to take the time to feel the joy. I know that I had many wonderful experiences this past month. I was just so stinking busy doing this and that. Going here and there. That I didn't let the joy sink in, but I would like to share one experience.

Who knew that you could find joy at 3:30 AM being a mom. Not me. I woke up to my 7 year old son standing at the side of our bed. When he knew that we had seen him he scurried out of the room. My husband turned to me and said that our son had been up for the past hour, and that he didn't know what else he could do for him. They had gotten a drink. Gone to the bathroom. Said a prayer that the bad dreams would stop, and nothing brought comfort to our son. Now I rarely get up during the night because if I do it takes me a long time to fall back asleep, but I knew it was my turn. My husband had already been up for a hour and he deserves to sleep too.

I put my son back in bed and stroked his forehead and told him to relax and that he was going to be just fine and there are no such things as monsters and on and on. Not once did he even blink his eyes. He just kept telling me over and over again how scared he was. He sat up in bed and said mom I know that monsters are not real, but when I see the monster it's scary and it's real to me. When he said those words I immediately knew how I was going to help him.

I remembered saying almost the exact same words in one of my sessions. I was talking to my therapist about the scary thoughts and images that bothered me so much, and he said let's do an experiment. He said I am going to time you for one minute. Think about whatever you want, but whatever you do don't think about a penguin.

Go.

So of course right away I saw a big fat penguin looking at me, and at first I got really irritated that this penguin wouldn't go away, so I closed my eyes and just tried to relax. The penguin went in and out of my thoughts and I didn't let it bother me.

Times up.

The therapist thought that it was interesting that I closed my eyes, and wanted to know what happened when I did that. I said it helped me to relax and think about other things. Sometimes the penguin was there and sometimes it wasn't. No big deal. The therapist said that I was his first patient ever to learn what I was supposed to without having to do the second part of the experiment. Which is to think about whatever you want for a minute and it's okay if you think about a penguin. I didn't have to do that part because I already got it.

I started crying and he asked what the tears were about. I said this is what I have been doing for the past 2 years. I have taught myself how to relax through all this fear and anxiety and it's not working. I want it to go away. It's so scary to me. So then I was shown a clip from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. The scene was called Boggart in the wardrobe. It showed me how to change my fears in to something ridiculous. I knew that I needed to teach my son the same thing.

So I said to my son. What would happen if we gave your monster a baby bottle and put a party hat on his head. My son busted up laughing. He knew exactly what he was supposed to do. Let me try mom. He stuck both pointer fingers into his ears, shut his eyes, and said an elephant wearing sneakers. That was followed with lots of giggling. He said okay mom you can go. I'll let you know how it goes in the morning.

I then laid in bed awake for the next 2 hours like I knew that I would, but it was all worth it. I thought about a lot of things in those 2 hours, but mainly I was feeling joy in being a mom. I was able to teach my son something that will help him through out his life. Something that I had only just begun to understand. Everything I do. Everything I go through. It's all worth it. For moments like these. Have a great day! Don't worry about the penguin. It's just a penguin.