The Parable

Below is a link to my latest writing. It is my way of sharing a view of the Atonement and the Savior. It is parable that has strong symbolism. I wanted to write something that could convey some of my feelings. After working on this, I have come to the realization that I will probably never find the words to say what I feel and the absolute knowledge I have that Jesus is the Christ, our Redeemer, Friend, and Advocate.

The Parable

Cloud Shapes and Ice Cream Cones

When I was a little girl my eyes would light up and a big grin would spread across my face whenever I could find shapes in the clouds. Ice cream cones could do the trick too. It never took much to make me smile. But as I got older it seemed I never smiled.

It took me a while to come back to the truth - joy is found in the little things. No amount of "big" experiences would make up for the little joys in life. I realized I was not grateful for those little things. I guess I started to equate joy with having a family and to me, "family" was defined by children. Somehow I convinced myself that joy in the little things could only be found through the eyes of my children.

One day, while driving cross country, my heart just began to swell with wonder and amazement as I watched the landscape around me change from desert to mountain to green and lush valleys. I thought about all the changes on this earth that I have seen and I wondered if I were really as thankful for things as I ought to be.

That idea sparked more and more gratitude within me. I started noticing more around me that I had forgotten about. My smile came back and the twinkle returned to my eyes. There are so many beautiful things that are free to enjoy and all we need do is open our senses. There are amazing smells, breath-taking sights, and soul healing sounds all around us every single day. We must open ourselves to the experience and then enjoy it as it enters our consciousness and fills the emptiness within.

As I came to this understanding, the idea of never being a mother was not so heartbreaking anymore. I have found, rather than it being a time of sorrow and hardship, it is a time for me to prepare for what comes next. I know I will, one day, be a mother. What a joy it is that I get this time to prepare for that. I get to learn from those around me, and help those I can.

There are hundreds of children in my life. Each one is so precious and has settled into my heart. Some have grown up and have children of their own now, others are still infants. There are also those who, no matter how much they grow, I still see them at age 1 or 2 (sorry Calvin) with their cute little faces and adorable laughs. Their voices change, and their bodies grow, but when I look at them I can't help but see the little child I knew. (I feel kind of like that commercial where the dad is looking at his daughter as she asks to borrow the car and then his son is leaving for work.)

Joy in others' children is not quite the same, I imagine, as joy in my own children. But that is the joy I have been given for now. So I will relish it and glory in it and find the peace that comes from loving those I have rather than mourning those I do not. There is joy in the moment that can heal the hearts of those yearning for children of their own, if they want their hearts to be healed.

My husband is finding healing now as he works as a nanny and gets the joy of loving someone's baby and the little girls who climb on his lap and snuggle into his arms. At first it was too much to deal with, but now he is finding the joy and healing that comes from giving love to children.

As for me, my heart has healed. It took more than I thought it would to heal me, and far less than the price I should have paid for it. There is nothing more amazing than a gift received when it was most needed, even if I did not know it was needed until I received it.

To Life!

I just learned that a friend of mine lost his younger brother a week ago.  I don't know how he died or the circumstances surrounding it.  As I sat thinking about them I remembered my friend who is expecting again.  Then I started to think about my life - where I am, where I am headed.  There is no road paved, just the rough trail that has hundreds of paths leading off in as many directions.  Our lives all start in the same place, beginning with our mother's arms - even if ever so briefly - and ending in our Father's arms for eternity.  The journey in between is so special and such a blessing, but we lose that sometimes.

Life can be stressful, lonely, aggrivating, overwhelming....and it is so easy to get caught up in that cycle.  I remember reading a study about the brain and the chemicals that are released based upon our thoughts.  When our thoughts are negative the brain secretes chemicals found in the noradrenaline family - those that put us on the defensive, raise blood pressure, put us in fight or flight, and allow that negative thought pattern to progress.  In order to change from thinking negatively to positively, the brain has to stop secretion of those chemicals and start secreting those found in the serotonin family.  Once serotonin is started, it takes work to stop and change again.  

The short version of what I am trying to say is this:  When a person is thinking in one direction, it takes effort to stop, turn, and think in another direction.  But once you get going in the direction you want, it is easier to keep on going.

So, life comes to us as it does everyone.  We get our fair share of sorrows and trials with the joys and blessings.  The question is, can you really say you experience your trials and sorrows with joy and view them as blessings?  Once we move from the point of looking inward and being concerned about how this situation or that situation affects me individually, we see just how broad and beautiful life is.  There is glory and joy in each moment of life - from the deep breathing of an infant sleeping, to the shallow breath of one about to depart this earth.  Life is being lived all around us.  How much are you taking in?

Today I was talking with a friend who is expecting - again.  An accident - again.  Not really looking forward to it - again.  I listened to her and as she spoke I thought, "How sad that she does not realize the gift growing within her."

Many of us do not realize what we have if it comes easily to us.  I love to sing, always have.  I started singing before I could form a complete sentence.  My first public performance I was 3 years old.  I didn't appreciate my voice and what I could do with it until I could not do those things anymore.  It was mine, it was easy, and I took it for granted.  Did that make me a bad person?  

Granted, a child is a little more important than my voice, but the concept is the same.  A woman who has children she does not desire is not any different than someone who has or does something that is taken for granted.  The real tragedy is that the children suffer.  But voicing my idea of what a mother should be will not make that child suffer any less.  

I spoke with my friend about her feelings, and about my feelings.  It was not an easy conversation to have, but I needed to let her know that, while I did not feel as she did, I was still her friend and then gently let her know my views on the matter.

The idea is to help and not preach, to show and not shove.  If I can give my friends a view of life through my eyes, maybe they will see their children differently - if even for a day.  And seeing the view from her eyes I learn that life can be hard when you are functioning on no sleep - and not out of personal choice.  There is a difference in being tired because I decided to stay up late and right this blog vs. staying up late because your child is sick and needs comfort throughout the night.  One is much more important than the other, and mine is simply my choice - not a requirement.  If I quit typing and go to bed, no one will suffer for it, but if the mother with a sick child goes to sleep, her child suffers - so she cannot sleep.

On the other side of that view - I only wish I had a sick child.  Does that mean I think I would make the perfect mother?  No, I have too much of my parents and myself in me to ever be perfect at parenthood.  I do wish mothers would hug their children more.  Kiss them a little more, especially when they are out of the infant/toddler stages.  Children of all ages need love, more than anything else.  They will not remember if they felt hungry one day of the week because lunch was 15 minutes late, but they will remember that those 15 minutes were spent with mom's undivided attention.  

If children can feel, even once in a while, how very precious and wonderful they are then I am content.  It is a joy to hear a baby cry, I would give anything for a sleepless night with my baby.  Children figthing and arguing is not easy, but I would trade any woman on this earth in a heart beat for the empty silence in my home.  Their crying and fighting is as music filling the empty depths of my aching heart.  I do not wish for children to be contentious and ill-tempered.  But I know that those things are inside each of us, and I would rather have only that than the barren waste staring me down.  They are learning and it is not easy.  Even though they are learning, they are still worth infinite love.  The worth of a person never changes, only their worthiness.  Blessings depend upon worthiness, but love is given freely to all because all are of infinite worth.