Good-Bye Young Women

This past Sunday, I was released as Young Women's President in our ward.  I was surprised and shocked.  Still am.  In the nine years we've lived in Caliente, I've served in the YW's program nearly six years with the exception of a few years in the Primary.  It hasn't been quite a year since I was made President, and though I initially felt very inadequate, I have managed the calling and found joy in doing so, but changes have been made.  It's hard for me to not wonder if I did not serve well enough or could have done more.  I have loved this calling.  I enjoy the girls, the activities, the lessons, the firesides, the Personal Progress program, and camp.  Now that Abby and Taylor are in YW's, it seems like the perfect season of my life to serve in this capacity.  Each Sunday we recite our theme in opening exercises:
We are daughters of our Heavenly Father, who loves us, and we love Him.
We will "stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things,
and in all places" (Mosiah 18:9) as we strive to live
the Young Women values, which are:
Faith
Divine Nature
Individual Worth
Knowledge
Choice and Accountability
Good Works
Integrity and
Virtue.
We believe as we come to accept and act upon these values,
we will be prepared to strengthen home and family, make and keep sacred covenants,
receive the ordinances of the temple, and enjoy the blessings of exaltation. 

It has been the weekly reminder I need to help me know of God's love for me and what my purpose is.  I know I should be joyful about not having to attend so many meetings and having more of my time freed up, but I feel like a fish out of water not really knowing what to do.  I am happy for the new leaders, and I have no doubt they'll be awesome.  Fresh change is always good, but I also feel concern for them.  They are all young mothers with little kids who need them.  Will they be able to balance it all without neglecting their own kids or our YW?  I know they can do it because they will have help from above, but in the meantime, I can't stop thinking about everything and wondering what's next for me?  I am grateful for the many things I have learned by serving; I hope that somehow, someday I'll be able to see that perhaps I have made a difference or helped one of our girls in some way.  I will truly miss this calling, more than any calling I have ever had. 

Elder Tibbitts Update

Elder Tibbitts has been out one year now. He loves his mission. He loves teaching people and seeing their lives change. He rides a bike most of the time and has tried many new foods. He has had good health without any problems with his diabetes.   It is so neat to read his emails and letters to see how much he has grown.  (His mom forwards emails to me.) His writings sound just like him talking, and he always expresses such great love and appreciation to his family.  What a blessing that would be to be the mother of a missionary.  He's still quite a character, just more spiritual.  This picture is one of their recent baptisms. 

He is currently living with members in a mansion in Goldsboro. Here is a glimpse of the movie room.  I'm sure he would have loved to watch Ironman, but The Testament will do for now. (He's very well taken care of.)  He and Whitney still write on a regular basis and no one has come even close to winning Whit's heart over.  We shall see what the next year brings!  Nearly all of her close friends are either engaged or already married.  Crazy!  She's only 20, so I keep telling her she's smart and she'll never regret getting her education completed before marriage!!  By the time Trent's home, she'll be student-teaching!  So....if things work out, she'll be nearly done and ready for the working world and a wedding.  Time will tell.

Life is Good....All is Well

Ahhhhh!  What a great weekend it has been!  I had time to get some things done on Friday so Evan and I could go to the temple on Saturday.  (His overtime hours freed up a day for him!)  I couldn't believe how everything came together and we were up early and out the door without any hitches.....well, I shouldn't say any because the dogs had escaped sometime in the night.  (I think Satan was out there.)  Even so, we left the girls in charge of everything and they did just fine.  It always amazes me how I can enter the temple doors and it's like all my worries and stresses are left behind so I can focus on the beautiful interior, the sacred purposes and covenants, and feel the calming influence of the Spirit.  I did a session for a woman from the 1800s, named Soffie Carolina.  I felt like she was rejoicing with me in spirit.  I went with real purpose and intent this time and it made such a difference.  My mind was on overload with all the answers and impressions that I had been pondering and praying about recently.  Inspiration for myself, my family, my students, my Young Women, my friends, and more.  That is why I go to the temple; there is nowhere else on earth I can receive that kind of peace, inspiration, ideas, and answers to my prayers.

Following our temple session, we went for lunch at one of my favorite cafe's--Twenty-five Main.  Whitney discovered this cafe, and we all love going there now.  The food is delicious, very reasonable, and their cupcakes are to die for.  We started out our lunch with a coconut cupcake.  (Eat dessert first....life is uncertain!)  I had the chicken fettucine alfredo and Evan had the turkey artichoke panini.  Mmmmm!   So  delicious!
  
After lunch,  it was on to the other "have to's" for the day:  oil changed while shopping Wal-Mart, Home Depot, and Costco.  It has been a few months since we've really stocked up on everything so our carts were over-loaded.  All that AND we were done by early afternoon!!  Evan surprised me by stopping in to see his Grandma Ruthie.  We don't get to see her nearly as often as we'd like to.  She will be 90 next June and is still so sharp and independant.  She happily squealed like a young girl when she saw Evan at the door.  Then she cried cause she said she'd just been thinking about Evan and he shows up out of the blue.  (Apparently, he was inspired at that moment!)

She is known as the "Polka-Dot Grandma" by all the grandkids and great grandkids.  She LOVES the color red, and anything polka-dot.    She is the ONLY person who can give Evan a big bear hug and he not resist.  Widowed in her early 30s, raised 6 boys and 3 girls on her own, never married again,  and to this day she is so happy, optimistic and grateful for anything and everything.  She never complains about anything.....EVER!  We always leave her little home feeling uplifted and grateful to have her still with us.  It was so fun to visit with her and catch up on things.  We are so thankful for our angelic Grandma Ruthie!

Monster Wife/Monster Mamma

Sometimes I have moments when the monster inside me cannot be tamed. This afternoon was such a moment. Evan has been gone the past three days on another "special assignment" for his job, therefore, I have had to do more than the usual which always assures me that I am not cut out to be a single parent. Feeling relieved that I did't have to make another trip back to Panaca to pick up Tay from play or dance practice, I rushed home from school to get money deposited for Whit's tuition before bank closed, then onto hanging up posters for my boss for upcoming school play, phone call saying we are out of dog food and grab some buns for dinner and some chips for Tay's opening social. Back to Jerry's to get Abby's treat for YW's. I remind girls and Evan that their chores, basement and bathroom must be cleaned PRIOR to YW/YM's since activity is at our house. Grumbling...murmuring...etc. from them. I come home to see good things are happening. Yay!

I go upstairs to make our bed and ask Evan to come pick up his crap on his side of the room to which he replies, "What crap?" He knows exactly 'what crap' because it's the same old crap we've discussed for 23 years now; he just likes to get me going. I am thinking to myself trying not to overreact, trying to remain calm. However, after tripping over his size 12 shoes and boots throughout the house, his cop crap, styrofoam cups,wrappers, receipts, dirty clothes, belts, and remotes alongside the bed, I can no longer hold it inside! I begin to explode!! The monster is coming unleashed!!

I say: "Really?!?" "How old are you?" "How can I expect the kids to pick up after themselves if you don't do it?" "I have had enough of your being a slob!" "I want a separate bedroom if you can't clean up your crap." I leave the room before I kill him and finish up last minute things before dinner and YW's. I notice Abby upstairs scrubbing her toilet. I see Taylor in the kitchen doing dishes, cleaning off counters, and everything put away from dinner. I am shocked! They both have the look of fear in them. I think to myself....Hmmmm? Hmmm! Maybe this little monster inside me needed to come out. (Not what I like to do, but it did get results and then some.) I am always a little stressed once school starts because I no longer have the extra time to keep up with the house, laundry and all that being a wife and mother entails, so this back-to-school adjustment typically requires a few heated discussions over chores, privileges, consequences, communication, scheduling and whatever else it takes to keep our family and household running smoothly.

Whoever reads this blog post is probably going to think of me as an evil, wicked person, who should just get off my whiny butt, but this little venting outlet just may have saved someone from serious injury tonight. Buahahaha! I'm taking me and my little monster to bed now. Good-night!