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Sunday, February 23, 2020

Come, Follow Me, Even if It Kills You



This is a talk I gave in a ward in my stake last week.


Today I am going to share my experiences implementing the concept of home-centered, Church supported gospel study and church with my family and for myself.

I would like to start by talking about resistance to change. Many times in life we are presented with an opportunity to change for the better. We are given instructions for how to do this. Often the instructions are step-by-step and easy in theory. And then we don’t follow them. And the positive change opportunity passes us by. We’ve probably all experienced this in our lives. When I was 14, I moved to Moscow, Russia. Shortly before going, I received my patriarchal blessing. In it, I was promised that I would learn quickly in the language of the area that I was going to and that I would have a great influence over the people there. I did have the capacity to learn quickly, but I did not have as great of an influence over those people as I should have had because I let a few things get in my way- fear, pride, and a resistance to changing myself. I was prideful and afraid of sounding stupid. Russian is a very difficult language. "The Russian language has six cases to show what function a noun has in a sentence: nominative, genitive, dative, accusative, instrumental, and prepositional. The endings of Russian words change depending on the case they are in.”www.thoughtco.com › Languages › Russian

I learned a lot of Russian, but I spoke very little. I was resistant to the change that was necessary in me to speak a foreign language well. Russian nouns have gender assigned to them and the ends of words would change depending on if you were speaking in present tense, past tense, future tense, and others tenses I can’t remember. The idea of a noun having gender was, well, foreign to me. You had to memorize the gender of everything and change the ends of the words accordingly in certain circumstances. Even though I took two years of Russian in college, with the passage of 20+ years, my brain has blocked most of my understanding of how this all worked. I'm not even sure if I remember it correctly. Suffice it to say, it was really hard. And I allowed my pride and my fear to hold me back from changing and becoming fluent. I did study and I did learn, but I mostly kept my mouth shut or spoke in English. I actually ended up helping a Russian boy become fluent in English because I rarely spoke to him in Russian. My prideful reaction to a hard change, and the lost blessings, are something that I will always regret.

Change is hard, especially change that places most of the responsibility on us. We have had many changes in church policies in the last few years. When I heard we were going to change to two hour church, I was thrilled. When the church announced “Come Follow, Me” for our personal and family study, I was all on board. It’s a fantastic change. As I started to live it, I quickly realized something- if I didn’t study the “Come, Follow Me” for the week, I might leave church feeling like I hadn’t had enough “church”. My spiritual reservoir wasn’t full. I think the biggest change that I have felt over the last 14 months, as I have studied Come, Follow Me by myself and with my family is that I truly feel the switch to a home-centered, church-supported gospel. I feel the responsibility that if I don’t study on my own and I don’t teach my children and teach them to study on their own, going to church will never be enough to protect us from the influence of the adversary in our daily lives. The bar is raised. Like oil in the lamps of the virgins, it must be filled drop by drop, day by day. And when I do that, I feel so much peace. I feel the Savior’s influence in my life every day. I feel protected. I feel the spiritual gift of discernment is activated and available to me at all times. And I feel a sense of togetherness with everyone else who is studying the same thing every week. While waiting in the temple, I often notice other patrons reading in the scriptures from the assigned reading for that week. I chat with friends and family about what we’re reading. Losing an hour of church has somehow made me feel MORE connected to my family and ward members than I felt before, but only if I do my part and study.

I don’t want to give a false impression of fake perfection at my household. The honest truth is that most of the time at least one of my kids chooses to misbehave during gospel study time in such a way that it’s basically ruined for everyone else. But, we keep doing it. I haven’t been keeping a perfect statistical chart, but I’d guess that roughly 5-20% of the time, we have a moment, or even a few minutes, if we are lucky, where everyone is listening and the Holy Ghost is present, we all feel it, and a little magic happens. I envy the families with better behavior percentages than mine, but at our house, a great study session might happen one to four times a month and the other 24-30 times, if we don’t miss any days, feel more like the impromptu wrestling matches in my college dorm during freshman year.

I would like to describe our most recent Come, Follow Me based scripture study session. Yesterday was a busy day and we ended up having our study at 9 p.m. in the car on the way home from my sister’s house in Orem. The car can be a great place to have scripture study if you have kids who struggle with staying put. We often have decent discussions in the car on a Saturday or Sunday, but last night was more average for us. To protect the innocent and the guilty, I will refer to my daughters by numbers. I told the girls we were going to read 8 verses, which is all of 2nd Nephi 11, and handed my phone to #1. She read a verse. I had to stop her because #3 and #4 had turned off the sound on their kindle, but were still playing it. “We didn’t know you wanted us to stop playing”. #1 said to #3, please get your feet off my head. Then she read her verse. #2 read her verse and passed the phone back to #3, who actually was doing a great job reading, but in the middle of her turn my husband randomly made a comment about the lighting changes he would like to see on the new structure in front of the aquarium. Luckily, everyone ignored him. Usually #3 mumbles whatever she reads, so I didn’t want anything to mess this up. #4 had actually been invited to read verse 4 but threw a fit because she said it was too long. As #3 was reading it I was thinking, “Wow, that is really long!” Eventually, when #4 started to wail and complain, we all realized that verse 4 was not that long and that #3 had read 4 verses. She does that sometimes. She knows it upsets #4 who has very strong opinions about which verse and how many verses she gets to read. So, I made them hand me back the phone. #4 cried some more. She does that a lot. I had #1 re-read verse 2. #2 re-read 3. I took the phone for verse 4 and started reading and it made no sense at all. That’s when we realized we were reading in the wrong chapter. The phone had swiped to the next chapter as it was passed up to me. That often happens when #3 gets her hands on the ipad or phone we are using for scriptures. She says it’s an accident. She also told us last week that she has no idea who the Lamanites are. We’ve been studying the Book of Mormon fairly regularly as a family for her entire life. Anyway, back to our scripture study. When I realized we were on the wrong chapter, I switched back and we started over on verse 2. Eventually everyone got to read and we got to have a discussion. Most of the girls didn’t want to talk. #2 had some good questions and thoughts and we had 5 minutes of relative peace and good conversation. So, I’m going to count that one as a good one, because we eventually got to a place where a gospel principle was pondered. You might think I’m exaggerating how our scripture study went, but the truth is that it was much crazier than I described. Those were just highlights of a very typical experience in our household.

I can make light of my kid’s behavior and it’s pretty funny when you aren’t in the middle of it, but, in all seriousness, we are in a battle for our souls and for the souls of our children. Most of us are not being asked to don protective military gear and to go out and engage a mortal enemy. We are being asked to put on the whole armor of God and to battle evil.

I was talking to a couple of friends about this talk last week and they both expressed feelings of inadequacy with their efforts to implement Come, Follow Me to this point. One friend said her family isn’t doing it at all and that she feels so awful because she knows her family needs the protection that comes from gospel study. Some of you might have similar feelings. Some of you might be fully implementing Come, Follow Me into your lives and can share ideas and support for those who are still struggling. For those who are struggling, first I want to tell you that I know it’s hard and that it’s never too late to start. Creating a home centered gospel isn’t quite like my missed window of opportunity when I lived in Russia. I did influence the people there, but not as much as I should have, and the time passed. I can’t go back and change it. I’ve let it go and moved on. None of us can go back and change what we have or haven’t done, but we all have today and every tomorrow. It’s never too late to start personal or family study. Start today. It took me 9 months to develop the habit of personally studying Come, Follow Me regularly and to find a way that works for me. What helped me was to treat my study time with equal importance as my work. It is scheduled on my calendar. If I need to change it, I need to reschedule it, or it can’t be changed. Our family scripture time is similarly scheduled, and you do not want to know what time my family gets up to have scripture study during the school week.

It is hard, but we do it. And every now and then, a few times a month, we harvest the fruit of our labor. At the beginning of this year, on one of those scarce but wonderful days, my 9 year old listened intently to the lesson and the plea I made to study and read the entire Book of Mormon this year. She asked me to help her. Nearly every day since then she has come to my room and we read together. “By small and simple things, great things are brought to pass.” This small habit, started at 9 years old, has set her life on a course that leads to eternal life. She is putting on the armor of God each day. She is nurturing a habit that will protect her, that will give her the ability to understand the scriptures, to recognize the Holy Ghost, to hear the words of scriptures come to her mind when she needs them because she has planted them in her heart. 
 

When I was a kid there was a really popular saying attributed to Jesus. “I never said it would be easy. I only said it would be worth it.” Jesus never said that, but if he had, I think he might have been talking about family scripture study. If you haven’t done it already, develop the habit of personal and family scripture study. It is hard. And it is worth it. The bar is raised and rising up to meet it has brought me increased peace in my life. I feel protected. I feel closer to the Savior. And my least favorite church class, Sunday School, has become my favorite. It’s funny, but the problem was me all along.


When we have morning scripture study, and the kids listen, even a little bit, I feel like they leave our house with the full armor of God to protect them. They are armed with the sword of truth and protected with the breastplate of righteousness, the helmet of salvation, girdled with truth, their feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace, their shields of faith stand ready to deflect the fiery darts of the adversary. I bear testimony that even though it can be very hard, there is power and protection in putting on the whole armor of God every day, in making our homes the center of our gospel study so that we and our children will be prepared and protected.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Put Down the Ducky if You Want to Play the Saxophone

My boys had a VHS tape(that is an old fashioned way to watch movies) when they were little that had a really funny Sesame Street song on it- Put Down the Ducky if You Want to Play the Saxophone.  It's really silly. Ernie wants to play the sax but he also wants to hold onto his rubber ducky. As you know, Ernie is REALLY attached to his rubber ducky.  He's so attached that it keeps him from being able to do other things- like learning to play the saxophone.  This song really made my kids laugh. It's silly.  And it doesn't make anybody feel guilty because none of us have an obsession with rubber duckies, right?  But, it made me think of something else, something that most of us DO have a problem putting down.

Can you guess what it is?

Where's your phone?  Is it in your hand?  Is it in your pocket?

Some people sleep with their phones in their hands.  Some people sleep with them under their pillows.  Most people sleep with them in the same room.

Will you leave your house without your cell phone?

Okay, I'm not actually trying to say that cell phones are bad.  I think they are a tool for good. But, they are also an opportunity for a lot of bad choices.

And most of those bad choices revolve around wasting time. I'm not going to spout statistics or make a big argument for this. If you don't agree with me on this you either: 1. Do not have a problem with your phone or 2. You do have a problem and you are in denial.

If you disagree with me, whether it's because #1 or #2, I invite you to try something out once a month for one day a week.  If you agree with me, I still invite you to try this challenge.

Here it is.

Put down the ducky (phone, computer, tablet) for one day each week for one month.

It might change your life.

I decided a month ago that I was going to put down the ducky every Wednesday.  I "invited" my kids to do it with me.  We've done it 4 times now.  And it has opened my eyes to two things.
 1.  I have been wasting a lot of time
2. I have been missing opportunities to spend meaningful time with my kids. They are growing up WAY too fast to keep being so stupid.

At first, my girls were unhappy with me.  "What are we going to do?  We can't watch TV?  MOMMY!"

I'm calling it screen free day.  Screens can only be used when necessary, such as for work, homework, at school when required, or for necessary texting or phone answering.  So, I'm not going completely crazy on them, but the general idea is to PUT DOWN THE DUCKY SO YOU CAN PLAY THE SAXOPHONE.

What is the saxophone in your life that you aren't learning how to play because of the ducky?
For me, I've been doing Calligraphy again, drawing, writing more, and playing board games with my kids.  We visit the library and enjoy a leisurely visit.  We read stories together. There was a lot of playing in the snow.

  Last Wednesday as we sat around the table playing a game, all 6 of my kids were laughing and making jokes, and my heart was both happy and sad at the same time- happy for the moment and sad at all the missed moments due to letting the TV or the tablet or facebook or a video game be the easier choice with "spare" time.  We found time to do a craft, time to snuggle, time to play the piano together, just time to slow down.

It's not that I never do these things with my kids.  We do.

But, not enough, not nearly enough.
 

My youngest asked me last Wednesday if Thursday could also be a screen free day. We were cuddling in my bed reading stories.  I held her soft cheeks in my big mommy hands, looked into her eyes that believe every thing I say to her, and answered, "We can do this any time you want."  

Sometimes you just need to put down the ducky. Give it a try.  Once you get over the shock, it feels like taking a huge breath of mountain fresh air after leaving a boys locker room.  Enjoy this little video, so you can have this song stuck in your head too.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVtWXtSKJ9I

Friday, December 9, 2016

I do not think that word means what you think that word means

Do you know what is annoying?  I mean besides me making a quilt with over 1,000 pieces and my kids having 4 Christmas concerts on the same night? Having 6 school age kids during December is, well, Deathcember. Anyway, back to the topic.  It's annoying when people use words or phrases incorrectly.
I know, I know, I am supposed to be writing sweet things in December.  And I tried.  I really did try.  But the sweet just didn't do it for me.  I want to talk about something annoying.  This might be because I'm annoyed that people have forgotten that Christmas is about baby Jesus.  So, here's ten words or phrases that I think many people need a little help to remember what they really mean, in no particular order.

1. Christmas.

Christmas is about baby Jesus. He was born on Christmas day. Now, it may have actually been in April, but we celebrate on December 25th.  And people seem to be really confused.  Elves on shelves. Reindeer.  Santa. Lights. Candy, Presents. BUY, BUY, BUY, GIMMEE, GIMMEE. Where's my 300 inch TV and Mega playstation X-Box Wii-U power jet-stream video console?  Okay, I'm just kidding about those first things. I love all the fun traditions, from the pickle ornament to Santa coming down the chimney, but we do need to remember to make sure that we ( all of us who are Christian) teach our little kiddos that Christmas is actually a religious holiday, not only a chance to cash in big time on toys and a sugar coma.

2.  Yoga.

 Some people think yoga means wimpy easy exercise that they could do, but are too cool and strong to do.  Nope.  Yoga is actually pretty hard.  Today I watched a body builder try yoga for the first time, and he actually whimpered during a difficult pose.  So, don't confuse yoga with the little green man from Star Wars. It's not just calm and philosophical.  It's also majorly difficult and strengthening. And really really amazing.

3. Turn Signal

This one really confuses people in Utah. Here in this beautiful desert that has blossomed like a rose, some drivers are less rose-like and more skunk-like. Their driving,well, it stinks.  Some confused drivers think that a turn signal is an obsolete lever. They never use it.  These same drivers, when presented with an active turn signal on another vehicle, lose all rational sense, accelerating their vehicles just enough to prevent the other car from moving lanes. Sometimes they are so mistaken by the meaning of this flashing light that they honk and swerve, like a wild chipmunk protecting it's nuts.


4. All the strange words teenagers use when texting. Enough said.

5.  "Just a sec."

My nine year old keeps saying "Just a sec!" when I tell her to do something or come somewhere. And then, about 25 million seconds later, she complies.  I think, the only logical conclusion here is that, well, she has no idea how long a second lasts.  We're talking about one second. Boom! It's done.  There's another one.  Yep, they go that fast.  Nobody should ever say that.  It's much better to say      "Just a minute" if you don't want to be a liar literally one second after you speak.

6. " I could care less."

Guys, if you want to tell people that something is of no interest to you, don't say, "I could care less."  That means that you do in fact care about the topic, at least a little, and it's possible that you could, at some point in the future, care less than you do already.  You are pretty much inviting people to keep going on an on about the thing that you really "couldn't care less about." When you couldn't care less, you have reached the bottom of not caring, no further movement is required.  Don't invite people to give you a reason to care less than you already do.

7.  Fast Sunday.

I'm serious about this one. I'll never forget the time my little girl told me that she couldn't understand why we call it Fast Sunday when it goes slower than any other Sunday because we are starving!  Okay, now Mormons know what fast Sunday means, or at least, they should.  But, I think a lot of people might be just as confused as my little girl.  Fast Sunday, in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, happens on the first Sunday of the month. We abstain from eating and drinking for two meals and donate the money we would have spent on that food to our church to help others in our congregation and neighborhood when they are in need.  And, honestly, no matter how good you get at denying your body food, it really isn't a "fast" day, but a day to "fast".  Isn't English great?

8. "Stop it."

I know there are children in this world who grasp the concept of this phrase, but they do not live at my house.  In case they do not live at your house either, you could try letting your short people know that the phrase "stop it" is a request/demand to immediately cease the specific and presently ongoing activity that is causing the parental figure to feel the need to demand cessation.  Stop it does not mean "Ignore me and keep playing with matches" or "I'm just kidding. Go ahead and flush a toy car and your underwear down the toilet." It really does mean to stop moving, talking, eating, pushing, pulling, or whatever the heck naughty thing you are doing right now. Just stop it.  Stop it now.

9. Tolerance

If you don't know what that means, we can't be friends anymore.  Just kidding. But, speaking very seriously here, some people have decided that tolerance means agreeing with them.  Tolerance actually means the ability or willingness to tolerate something, such as opinions or behavior that one does not necessarily agree with.  I tolerate you people who love watching Sports.  I don't love watching Sports, but I'm also not going to try to burn your house down to stop you or tell you on facebook that I think you are devil worshippers. That would not be tolerant.  I don't agree that sports are fun to watch, but if I want to be tolerant, I can just keep my trap shut when people post stuff that is boring to me, or in person, I could smile and nod and keep my personal feelings to myself.




10. Inconceivable.

The man in Princess Bride didn't understand what this word means.  And, if you don't know what I'm talking about, stop reading this blog. Stop reading this blog RIGHT NOW! And go watch Princess Bride. It's on Netflix.

not capable of being imagined or grasped mentally; unbelievable.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

The Weirdest Church Calling I Ever Had (and probably none of you have had)

While chatting with a young lady who is about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime, attending my alma mater, Brigham Young University, I had the chance to reminisce about church callings.  I shared with her the story of meeting my husband through our mutual church calling during my second year of college, which was teaching Sunday School together every other Sunday.  We couldn't get our lessons planned, so. . . .we decided to date and the rest is history.

Anyway,  in a BYU ward, a VERY high percentage of the students accept church callings. Student wards lack nursery (really little people), Primary (medium little), and youth groups (bigger young people). The only  "old" people are in the bishopric, so pretty much every single ( no pun intended) person is able bodied and excited to serve. This presents a bit of a challenge for the bishop who must create and assign callings for an entire congregation within the first few weeks of school starting.   It's a daunting task, and to add to the challenge, there just aren't enough traditional callings to give one to every person. So, they get creative, resulting in things like two people teaching a class at the same time and only teaching every other week.  On top of that, BYU wards have multiple Sunday School classes, whereas most family wards have only one or two. So, we had something like 16 Sunday School teachers instead of 2-3. This was a pretty smart way to come up with callings.

However, in my Freshman ward the year before, the calling that I got wasn't quite. . . legitimate.  They say there are no small callings. They say there are no made up callings. But, well, I'm not sure I can agree with those things that "they" say. My calling was Relief Society Board Meeting Spiritual Message Leader.  That sounds good, right? Right? It's a nice long title and it included the word "Leader".

WRONG.

There's a chance that it could have been a decent, albeit incredibly easy calling.  But, it wasn't. And it was so disappointing.  I came to college straight from Vladivostok, Russia, where I was the only LDS teenage girl in a city of many millions of people.

I was used to being needed.

I was used to playing the piano for sacrament meeting, going on splits with missionaries, and doing anything and everything that was needed. I was used to being an example to the new members of our church.  And I was used to sacrificing- traveling an hour to and from church on public transportation with bad weather most of the year, going to more than one branch, being cold and hungry, all for the sake of the Gospel.

So, let's get back to my made up calling.  A Relief Society Board consists of the presidency of the women's organization, the teachers, the music people, the visiting teaching people, and the activities people.  It's a bunch of people.   I was asked to come to their monthly planning meeting and give them a VERY short inspirational thought. Think 5 minutes or less, but they really wanted it to last about 60 seconds.  After the prayer and my thought, the girls would divide up according to the different groups and plan things.

I was awkwardly excused to leave.  See, they didn't know what to do with me.  I wasn't needed, wanted, or welcomed to join a committee and help plan anything.
I'm not sure what the bishop intended with that calling, but the way it was implemented was an epic fail.  Instead of feeling needed, I felt like the fat kid on the playground, the oreo cookie that missed the frosting machine, like the banana popsicle, like the overpriced leftover Easter candy at Reams: nobody wanted me.   Luckily, I had good self esteem. Even though the monthly snub was hurtful, I didn't let it seep into the rest of my life.  I adored my experience in college and most of my experiences were truly wonderful.  But, the unintended lessons I learned remained.

People need to feel like they are needed.  If somebody wants to help, let them. That seems so obvious, but sometimes people in leadership positions can't let go of control enough to allow others to contribute. It would have been nice to be invited to stay for the meeting and maybe help formulate ideas for activities, or something.  Sometimes Moms get so good at being "domestic goddesses" that they fail to teach their kids how to cook, clean, and do their own laundry.  Sometimes people get stuck in a rut of doing something themselves because they can do it better than the people "under" them.  It's easy to think this way and it takes some conscious effort to turn this kind of thinking around, to see the damage that is being done.  People not only need to feel needed, but they will never become better at doing laundry by watching Mom do it for them.  Just like I have to do my own physical therapy for myself if I want to get stronger, I have to apply that principle to my work with others.  I have to let my kids do their own homework, laundry, and room cleaning, with assistance from me, but responsibility on them. And when I rule the universe next year as PTA president, um, I mean, when I facilitate the PTA program and activities next year, I need to let every person help who wants to help. And I need to step back and let them all do their best, even if it's not as good as I could have done. And let's face it, most of the time it is going to be so much better than what I would have done.  I am one person struggling to hold it all together.  I don't need to rule the world.  Maybe Relief Society Board Meeting Spiritual Message Leader is just right for me.



Thursday, April 28, 2016

Courageous Parenting- Lusty Lyrics and other Musical Maladies

My husband recently brought up the fact that our little girls aren't treating each other in the kindest manner lately.  There has been a lot of yelling, hitting, and arguing going on.  As we have tried to figure out why this is happening, one thing stands out as a possible, even likely, contributor, to this problem.

It is music.

  One of our daughters loves modern music.  She checks it out from the library in the form of KidzBop CD's.  She watches music videos online, with permission of course.  She is constantly singing current music, and I have no idea where she learns it!  

I don't usually listen to radio music.  When I was a kid, my dad said we couldn't listen to music on the radio.  The only exceptions were the Oldies and Classical.  I led a very sheltered musical life.  We owned cassettes of show tunes, church music, jazz, movie soundtracks, kid music and opera.  People thought I was weird, and I didn't understand a lot of references.  I may have been naive, but I'm grateful for it.  

I just read an article that shows a link with the lyrics in music and our behavior. This isn't a new thing, but here's just another study backing up what we all know to be true inside.  Music affects us.  

http://www.deseretnews.com/article/865652703/Literal-lyrics-The-effects-of-sex-violence-and-misogyny-in-popular-music.html?pg=3

“Music will do exactly what it is written to do. How you put lyrics to music and what music you choose to listen to affects just about every part of your life,” he said. “The thing I want to do is teach my students how to make their own decisions based on how things make you feel and act. Do they go along with your moral compass? There’s a ton of good in almost all genres, but there are some that are a subculture. They intend to be bad, and they want to drag people to a dark place. It can take you to the highest peaks and lowest valleys.”

I'm not alleging that all modern music is bad.  Nope. That would be stupid.  And I'm not stupid.  What I am saying is that the lyrics in the music we listen to MATTER.  They affect us profoundly, whether we want them to affect us or not.  And we need to be aware that the artists who write these lyrics are also profoundly aware of their messages- they are intentional.  

I told my daughter that I thought she was listening to some songs that might not have the best messages.  I asked her to tell me a song she likes, and we looked up the lyrics. As I read them out loud, possibly mixed with some mocking, and my family guffawed, it became apparent that the message was not wholesome. I offer up one of the songs and my uncensored analysis ( in red) to prove my point.  "Call Me Maybe"


I threw a wish in the well, 
Don't ask me, I'll never tell
( but she actually does tell)
I looked to you as it fell,
And now you're in my way
  (what does this even mean?)

I'd trade my soul for a wish,
( and we now introduce the devil, and her willingness
to trade her soul for her shallow desires)
Pennies and dimes for a kiss
I wasn't looking for this,
But now you're in my way
 (still wondering what this means, but it sounds rude at the least)

Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
( immodest dress, and I don't want to know about it)
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where do you think you're going, baby?
(This is not a nice way to talk, and why is she calling him baby? They just met, according to the next line)

Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
(It is crazy)
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!
(What does she mean by maybe? I don't really care, but I don't want my 8 year old listening to a song about a girl who would sell her soul and gives out her number to strangers.)

It's hard to look right
At you baby,
(Why? This is just weird, and I don't like it)
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!

Hey, I just met you,

And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!
( I'm having the bad kind of dejavu)

And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
( I also don't want my 8 year old thinking about boys chasing her)
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!
( and I'm getting tired of these lyrics)
You took your time with the call,
I took no time with the fall
You gave me nothing at all,
But still, you're in my way

(What did she expect him to give her?  Is she alluding to intimate behavior?  I'm not sure.  I'm not sure what this means at all, except that it is not a nice way to talk)

I beg, and borrow and steal
(so now she's a thief?)
At first sight and it's real
( No, it is not real)
I didn't know I would feel it,
But it's in my way
(So, is she saying she fell in love at first sight, and she's annoyed by that?  Not sure, but the notion of love at first sight is ridiculous .The correct term is LUST)

Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where you think you're going, baby?

( I like this even less the second time)

Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!

It's hard to look right

At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!

Hey, I just met you,

And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!

And all the other boys,

Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!

(So, she couldn't think of any more lyrics, since there isn't much to say about a relationship that doesn't exist, so she just repeats the same thing over and over.)

Before you came into my life

I missed you so bad
I missed you so bad
I missed you so, so bad
( This is just inane, and again, a concept I don't want my child romaticizing, that you could miss someone you've never met. I don't want her looking for instant love)
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
And you should know that
I missed you so, so bad (bad, bad)

It's hard to look right

At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!
( Why is it hard to look right at you baby?)
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!

And all the other boys,

Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!

Before you came into my life

I missed you so bad
I missed you so bad
I missed you so, so bad

Before you came into my life

I missed you so bad
And you should know that

So call me, maybe!


( and yet again a repeat of the same ridiculous stuff as before)
So in summary, this song is about a girl who sees a boy at a wishing well, where she is willing to sell her soul for some LUST.  One of them is dressed immodestly, not sure which.  She gives him her number and then plays hard to get, but she's also madly in love with him and wants him to know that other boys are chasing her, and that she would MAYBE like him to call her.  Oh, and she might be a thief. 

Okay, I'm done writing in red. All joking aside, this song may not be about violence or obviously about sex.  But, what is it about?  Lust?  Confusion?  Talking rudely and disrespectfully?  What is the message that it sends to my daughter?  What thoughts and feelings does she have when she sings it?


Is it VIRTUOUS,

LOVELY,
of GOOD REPORT,
or PRAISEWORTHY?
-see 13th article of faith



Well, no, it isn't.  There is nothing in the message of this song that I want my children carrying in their minds or hearts.  These are not the words that I want popping up to help them make decisions or to comfort them in trying times.  Yet, somehow, it's creeping into our lives.  And I'm finding myself at a crossroads. This thing could go either way, and I have the power to direct and guide the course.  I have that parental premonition that is warning me RIGHT NOW to do something.  It isn't that we don't already have rules and that we haven't already strived to model good music listening habits. We do have rules to listen to good music. We try to only listen to songs with good messages.  But, as technological access explodes exponentially, the game is changing.  I cannot just TELL my kids not to listen to "bad" music and protect them by keeping it out of my home.  I have to TEACH them to choose wisely.  I can and I will ban inappropriate music in my home, but in order to truly reach my children, I need to also teach them the principles behind WHY and help them choose for themselves.  So, as silly as it seems, this game of analyzing the lyrics is very serious, and it is going to be our new musical activity for my daughter and the songs she likes.  I will sit down with her and guide her in creating and applying a litmus test to determine if a song is a good choice.  The questions might look something like this:

How do I feel while listening to this song?
What do I think about?
Do I feel like I want to help, serve, or be kind?
What is the message?
What is this song about?
Does this song promote anything that is against my personal code of conduct or my beliefs?


I think the biggest danger in songs, for my kids anyway, isn't in the blatantly obvious "dirty" songs, but in the songs that become wildly popular- the ones that get sung and danced to in school dances, talent shows, on the playground, and on the bus.  I can't stop any of that from happening, but I can help my kids to become aware of the lyrics and to make conscious choices not to be subconsciously brainwashed by them.  Music bypasses our defenses. It is a powerful tool that can be used to bring us closer to God or to encourage carnal desires.  Words alone are so powerful.  Catchy tunes combined with words creates an invasive message, whether we want it stuck in our minds or not.  The songs we listen to over and over embed themselves into our souls.  Right now, as I wrap this up, a song is playing in my head- unintentionally, but surely welcome.  "Be still my soul. The Lord is on thy side. With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain.  Leave to thy God to order and provide; in every change he faithful will remain. Be still, my soul, Thy best, thy heavenly friend thru thorny ways leads to a joyful end."

I'm ready.  I know God is on my side.  I know He will help my husband and me to balance teaching our daughter about good music so that she, and our other kids, can consciously choose music that is praiseworthy. 





Saturday, May 16, 2015

Dear Otter

This is the 5th installment in my Love Letters to my children series.  One more to come. Then, I'll be out of children.




Dear Otter,

Otter, otter, born in the water.  You came into this world in the most awesome way of any of your siblings! I was 39 weeks pregnant and taking a nap on the couch on a hot Saturday afternoon. Earlier that day we had picked up the final Harry Potter book and spent some time reading it.  Your dad had jokingly told me I could have you any day except July 21st, the day that book came out. He didn't want to miss out on reading it.  We are pretty big Harry Potter fans.  I told him I  was going to have you that day because he told me not to do it. Well, we were both teasing, but you had plans.  You let us have most of the day to read the book and relax.  Everything was quiet. The clock switched over to 4 P.M. and . . .

POP!!!!

My water broke, abruptly awakening from my peaceful slumber.

Knowing I was likely to have a fast labor (the last one was one hour and 15 minutes), I jumped up off the couch and raced to the phone.  As I ran I yelled upstairs."Judd, my water broke!"  He raced into action loading Reuben, Amy, and Clara into the car. Tim was at a friends' house.  I called the midwife who was driving her son to the pool.  She understood I could have a very fast labor and flipped a U-turn over a concrete median to head to the birth center. I love her for that!

After the call, I ran to the car.  When I say run in the post, I actually mean run.  We were off.  It was about 4:05. The birth center was in Holladay.  We didn't want to take the time to get Tim.  I called my friend who had him and asked if he could stay overnight and she said yes.  A few minutes later, I had a contraction, nothing really strong, but definitely my body getting down to business.  The drive was about 15 minutes.  So, we got there around 4:20.  Grandma Kristie, who was luckily available, met us there to watch your older siblings.  Your dad and I headed back into a birthing suite and Becky( the midwife) checked my dilation. I was 6 cm, which was one more than I had been at my last check, so things were getting going.  I decided to get in the nice hot tub.  During this time I had been having contractions every 3-5 minutes, so not very many. I thought I would labor in the tub for an hour or more, but as soon as I got in, and Becky left to change into scrubs, I felt really safe and I told my body that I was ready to have you.  And my body listened.  With the next contraction, I could feel that everything was in place for you to be born.  I could feel your head starting to come out.  I hollered for the midwife to come back and forget changing.  By that point, a second midwife had arrived to act as nurse.  They asked if I could get out of the tub to deliver on my hands and knees like I wanted to do.  But, I couldn't get out. You were coming! Things went so fast.  I think I had a total of 8 contractions, including the 1 or 2 it took to get you out into the water, then straight into my arms.

  Start to finish- 39 minutes.   You were born at 4:39.

Well, kiddo, you made a grand entrance, and you've been awesome ever since!  You were an angel baby. You went to sleep without any trouble.  You loved to be held but also loved quiet time.  You were cute and sweet and fun to cuddle.  Everybody loved you, especially Clara who is only 23 months older.  She really loved getting a living baby doll!

After a while, your fabulous spunky personality emerged.  Audrey the cheetah/otter- loud and funny, queen of the cartwheel,  friendly, compassionate, silly, and kind.  You are a spitfire! You love going to school, once you've gotten there each day. You love to sing and dance and play with your sisters.

One of my favorite things about you is finding you asleep many nights of each week with a book covering your face.  When you were quite small you carried around a book by Gordon B. Hinckley. Then for a while you toted a large copy of the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe! The other day you had a homemade bow ( like bow and arrow) tucked in with you and tightly cuddled while you slept!

I loved getting to be your preschool teacher and I love getting to be your mom and watch you enjoy and excel at so many things.  I'm so glad to have a kid who loves to be with all of her sisters and who is game to try just about any activity.  I can't wait for you to turn 8 in a couple of months and for the new adventures that await you.  I'm so excited to watch you grow and see you develop into a woman. You're just awesome!  I like it that you say strange things like" Mommy, when you die, I want all of your jewelry. All of it! Oh, and your shoes too!"

You are just full of spunk and sass all squished into a beautiful package with silky brown hair and big sparkling blue eyes.  I must have done something right to get to be your Mom.  I love you Audrey!