Friday, April 27, 2012

The Plan


                This is the last year in another group of 10 that makes me shudder.  Yes, my age this year will end with a “9”.   I could sit back and fret however, or I could choose to look on the brighter side. 
                A few years ago I read about a woman who was turning 30.  She lived in NYC with her husband, away from close family and friends.  She could have been bummed, but instead, she took the day off work and bought 30 red balloons.  As she walked through the city that day, she thoughtfully gave each balloon away with a smile.  That story will always impress me.  She gave on her birthday.
                So, this year I have had a pressing desire to do something worthwhile for my birthday.  I am not getting any younger, and I certainly could stand to make a difference for good.  The days are getting closer and as hard as I have tried to come up with a great plan, nothing seemed to gel.  I was checking out at the grocery store last week when the cashier asked me if I had my discount card.  As quickly as I responded, “No”, the woman in line behind me whipped her card out and passed it to the clerk to give me the discount.  In a split second!  It was like she was waiting for me to be without it - and she was ready.  I sincerely thanked her - twice.  I could tell she had been ready before.  It was second nature to her.   She just smiled.  But as impressed as I was, I also realized that I wanted to be that ready next time.
                This experience helped me decide on a plan.  I would live each day for 2 weeks, with the purpose of extending myself outside my usual "box".
April 13:
                As I unloaded my yogurt and bananas onto the grocery store turn table, I recognized the woman and her son who rolled their cart up behind me.  I was pretty sure she didn’t have a clue who I was.  About then, there was a tugging inside me that said, “Jody, here is your chance.  Go!”  So I stepped towards her as she was unloading her many bananas.   I said, “I know you.  You are in my Weight Watchers group.”  She responded, “Oh, Really?”  Comparing our similar purchases, I said, “Yep.  I’m just glad I’m not buying M &M’s!”  We all laughed.  It felt good.   Now when I see her, I can smile.
April 14:
                Randy and I attended a formal dinner.  As we visited with a co worker and her husband, we learned of their strong Catholic faith and also the husband’s great interest in his ancestors.  As I listened and encouraged him, I HAD to put a plug in about the Family History Center in Mesa.  I told him it was open to the public and anyone is welcome there.  I pretty much begged him to go.
April 15:
Sundays are the days that make this “outside the box” plan a necessity. I have always been a wallflower.  (Unlike Randy who was born meeting, mingling, and socializing.)  I would rather stay home in my box.  But I read a talk by Julie Beck recently.  She talked about her insecurity as a leader in the General Relief Society, and how she would feel more comfortable at home in her kitchen: 
“. . . It’s always with me, but I’ve become more comfortable with how uncomfortable it is. The Atonement covers our ineffectiveness and insufficiency's, and it’s my whole dependence on the Lord that makes it possible for me to become more comfortable . . .”
                So, at the cookie event at the Bishops house tonight, I stood in the middle of probably 100 kids and made small talk, getting to know their stories a little better, and putting names with the faces I’ve seen so much.  I now know the difference between Scott and Chad, who I always thought were the same guy.
April 16:
                I went out on purpose today, to make a friend.  I only had an hour, and came home empty.  But as my piano lessons came one by one, I made more of an effort to encourage them and listen to their stories of school, driver’s permits, tennis lessons, choir, swimming, and homemade beaded bracelets.
April 17:
                I was aware of everyone around me today.  I passed a woman younger than me, who I won’t forget.  She was slowly crossing the parking lot in my opposite direction.  She had a walker (from a stroke), a limping leg that took her much effort to take steps, a bandaged arm, and a determined look about her that said, “I think I can.  I think I can.”  She didn’t look at me, but I smiled anyway.  (Walkers are not new to me.)  I wanted to hug her, but I didn’t.  I just took a mental picture of her so I could remember how hurting, and yet how strong she looked.  I’m sure she would rather have been home, but she was pushing herself.
                I stood in line at the check out again (a lot of stores in my life)!  The woman behind me compared my items to hers.  We both decided we liked this store better than the others.   I tried my best to keep the conversation going, since we’d be in line for a few minutes.  There was a lot to talk about.  I waved to her on my way out. 
                I went into Sprouts and stood in the checkout line.  All of a sudden I became aware of the little woman behind me who was trying desperately to grab the plastic divider bar.  It was right in front of me, and I silently scolded myself for not being “ready”.  During my “scolding” she bumped me with her cart as she was trying to bend down with her short arms to retrieve a rolling cantaloupe.  I hurried to help her, but she already had a grip.  I think I failed that test.
April 18:
                After Institute this morning, Katherine needed to run a couple of errands.  I usually can, but today I had some banana bread to deliver to Vita (and Henry and Jeff).  I just needed to be back for piano at 1:00.  We kept an eye on the clock and got both of her stops made.  She was very thankful (she always is).  And I had plenty of time to drive out to see little Henry.  All a Grandma needs is a peek.  He is so precious!
I think I need to step up my efforts the next few days.  I could be trying harder.
   
April 19:
                I knew I had to make a change today.  I wanted to have a more visible goal.  I learned of 2 of my best friends who had undergone surgery in the last 2 weeks.  They would be my focus.  I thought about baking, but knowing if they are like me, they would be watching their girlish figures.  No baking today.  So, I kept thinking. . .    I ended up at Bath and Body and two flowery hand soaps later I was set.  I wrote an anonymous note to each and left them on their front doorsteps.
                I also had an unexpected chance to share my Mormon belief to a 6th grade piano student today.  She played “Happy Birthday” and when I ask her if she had played it for anyone this week. She said, (long pause) “Well . . . do you go to church?”
 “Yes.”
(Now she was comfortable.)
“I played it for my youth leader at my church”, she said.
After a second or two, I asked,  “What church do you go to?”
“ACC”, she replied.  “What church do you go to?”
“I’m a Mormon”. 
“I thought you were a Christian”, she said.
“I am.  The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints”.
“Ohhhh”, she said.  “You have Joseph Smith who leads your church”.
I then explained that Joseph Smith was a tool in restoring our church, but God and Jesus Christ are at the head.  I don’t know where she is getting her information, but she definitely knew enough to put
some pieces together – quickly.  And she’s only in the 6th grade!  She had obviously been in some discussions before.  It makes me nervous just where.
 
April 20:
                I made arrangements with Mom to go out to Gilbert today.  Carianne and Kate met me out there about 9:45 AM.  We entertained each other with the maze game, floor puzzle, ice cream and picking grapefruit.  Carianne was able to help Dad with some computer questions.  About noon Carianne and Kate had to get back home for lunch and nap.
                I stayed and had lunch with Mom and Dad (“skid row” chicken sandwiches!) and watermelon.  I visited with Dad for a while.  He was headed for the plant and Mom and I were going to run errands.  She had a list.  We bought a vacuum, got in on some deals at Steinmart, picked up her wedding ring she had sized, and got some ice cream.  It was 4:30 when I headed for home.  She kept saying, “Are you sure you have time to do all this?”  I assured her I did.  It was kind of nice not to have to hurry back for piano or something less meaningful.  It was a nice day.
April 21:
                Today we got an early start with work around here (especially Randy).  He reminded me about the ward’s temple session at 2:30.  So we hurried around.  The temple was nice.  I made a seat for Mandy.  There were probably 6 or 7 girls and 3 or 4 guys.  As I sat there, I realized that I was in the midst of worthy single girls who hadn’t had the privilege of marriage yet.  They were promising the same things I was promising.  It helped me know that those blessings are for worthy saints, married or not.  I was humbled by their strength.
                We watched Kate tonight.  The grocery store is a whole new fun experience with her.  She also went with us to a wedding reception at Desert Breeze Park.  There were lots of people from our home ward that we miss so much, and it was perfect for Kate!  We took time to swing on every swing.  I vote for receptions at the park!
April 22:
                We had wonderful meetings today.   Those young single adults are sleeping giants.  I never cease to be amazed. 
                We had Mom and Dad, Gregg and Rachael, and Carianne, Rusty, and Kate over for dinner.  Our neighbor had dropped by a huge bag of chopped lettuce and many huge tomatoes.  (She works for the food services at the School District.)  So, we made a mean salad bar.  It was yummy!  Thanks to our nice neighbor, we’ll have salad for a week!  Mom and Dad were glad to be a part.  They always are.
April 23:
                I dropped off 6 big boxes of receipts we’d saved for years to a shredding event in Chandler today.  This was about the 4th day of over 100 degree temperature.  On the way over, the radio advised people to be smart by keeping a gallon of water in their cars for the summer heat.  When it was my turn to be helped, I opened my doors and a young (sweaty) man “heave hoed” every box out.  (No wonder he was so hot and sweaty, with customers like me!)  I said, “Do I pay you?”  But considering the long lines of cars waiting patiently, so as not to stop the flow, he said, “No, that’s OK.”   So, I called the company to make sure they knew I appreciated his hard work, and it turned out to be the owner!  I was impressed.  Another lesson learned.
                Then, on my way home I couldn’t help but notice sweaty bikers and hot pedestrians, just like the shredder man.  So I drove to the grocery store and purchased 8 gallons of drinking water, to be kept in each of our family’s 2 cars.  You just never know how water in these summer days is going to help you or somebody else.  The kids were coming over for leftovers (remember the unlimited salad) and I gave a short lesson about the Good Samaritan, encouraging them to share their water, or be prepared in case of an emergency.
April 24:
                I’m proud of my habit to wave and verbally acknowledge fellow walkers in the mornings.   It comes naturally now.  I must say that everyone responds back with a positive greeting.
                Today was orange day for lunch.  I had made plans with Kate to come over for lunch and eat only orange food.  We made orange jello the night before so she could look forward to it.  On the way back from picking her up, we were recalling all the food that was orange.  Cheetos was worth making a quick stop at the store.  We ran in (because I had warm macaroni and cheese and bisquits waiting).  We bought Cheetoes and Cheezits and Donald Duck orange juice.  A 75 year old woman rolling her cart by herself, noticed Kate coming her way down the aisle.  The woman stopped and stepped toward Kate and told her how pretty she was, her beautiful hair, eyes, and skirt, and on and on.   It was so refreshing to stop and let this woman rave over Kate.   Kate stood quietly and listened to her.  When she was through, I prompted her to say “Thank-you”.  It was sweet.  By just looking at Kate, she had brightened this woman’s day (maybe Kate’s, too!).  As we wished her a good day, I realized how rushed we usually are.  It was nice to soak in the beautiful compliments.  I will try harder next time to make greetings more worthwhile - whether receiving or giving.
                The door knocked as we were eating.  We ran to see Jeff, Vita, and Henry standing there.  What a wonderful surprise!  Carianne and I got to hold that precious boy!
April 25:
                I find myself being more consciously aware of people around me.  The smiles, the “Thank-yous”, the “Have a good day”’s, the waves.
April 26:
                Birthday.  
I received many phone calls and greetings today.  It was nice.  I know people rearranged their schedules to make an effort for me.  It does make a person feel good!  Thank you SO much.  (What is it about birthdays that make you never too old to exclaim, “That’s my birthday!”?) 
I took Hairy in to be groomed today, with my $5.00 off coupon.  When I picked her up, I turned around and tipped the girl the $5.00 I might have saved.  She was overly appreciative. We both felt good.
 Maybe this year will be a landmark year because of a stronger desire to make a difference.  This little experiment has taught me that we are all human.  Everyone deserves to be acknowledged and valued.  I started out dreaming of making a big difference, but I really didn’t change my life style too much.  I just paid more attention.  I still want to be ready to whip out my discount card for fellow customers in need.  And I still want to try harder to put myself in a short person’s shoes when she reaches for a rolling cantaloupe. I'm ready.

. . . Let the year begin!         



               

Friday, April 13, 2012

4 1 1

Henry's Haiku:

Meet Henry Hiram
- just for your information -
born on 4 1 1
(2012)

We're pretty proud. They just don't get cuter. So happy for Jeff and Vita!

(and me!)
Read this today:

John Updike's April

April
It's Spring! Farewell
To chills and colds!
The blushing, girlish
World unfolds

Each flower, leaf,
And blade of turf--
Small love-notes sent
From air to earth.

The sky's a hear
Of prancing sheep,
The birds and fields
Abandon sleep,

And jonquils, tulips,
Daffodils
Bloom bright upon
The wide-eyed hills.

All things renew.
All things begin.
At church, they bring
The lilies in.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Life

Yesterday was Easter. It was a beautiful day. The weeks leading up to Easter are always filled with gratitude and humility. I know that my Redeemer lives. He died for us, and then rose again to exemplify
eternal life.

Jeff and Vita entered into the hospital tonight at 7 PM. They had a "reservation" to be induced. Little "Henry" is a week overdue, so inducing was the plan. Vita has been so careful and wears pregnancy beautifully. It's so sweet to see the two of them, hand in hand, as they dream of their future family together. Just plain sweet. When we realize what this little spirit might be going through in heaven today, to prepare for earth tomorrow . . .sweet.
Life.

Carianne celebrated her 30th birthday today. Tonight the Crandell and the Clawson / Buehner families were treated to a delicious meal that she generously shared with us. She served us! I felt loved as I saw the tiny details that went into her efforts. I am so thankful for her, her light, and life.

Brenden is in Bellingham for his Grandpa's funeral today. Surrounded by family love and support, he was able to stop and ponder his Grandfather's great legacy of love and life. I am grateful for those wonderful memories that help shape his
life.

Blessings of life.

My cup runneth o'er.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Dear Carianne

This has been a traumatic time for Kate. What . . . with her broken leg, the hurt, the inability to walk, the pink cast with sparkles, the learning to get around with one straight leg and one good leg, the hurt again, the terrifying electric buzzer to remove the cast (knowing she thought her leg was going, too) to discover the blister forming on her heel inside, the new brace, knowing her leg is still broken . . . What is a 3 year old to think? I feel for her and want to cry whenever I see her big smile, anyway. Dear Kate.

I remember Carianne's trip to the doctor when she was 6. She was on a trampoline, too. She landed just wrong, and that was the end of the perfect bone in her arm. We could tell it was broken. She was scared, too. She cried softly for fear of what would happen next. They patched her up after a couple of days, with a white cast ( whoever invented color casts since then is a hero). She wore it obviously. For such a little girl to have such a big heavy cast, she could easily have tipped over whenever she stood up. Then six weeks or so later, the cast was off. Ahhhhhh. .
. .Until soon after when she was on the swing in the back yard and took an unsteady spill. That's right, we could tell it was broken. . . again.

I had been at the pharmacy for the first break, and when I wandered in after the second, the pharmacist sized me up pretty good. Politely, and unexpectedly, she explained that if she didn't know me, she might worry about abuse in our household. That caught me off guard. I'm glad she knew me, but now I felt worse.

Broken bones are no fun. Especially when you are that age and wake up running.

Today is Carianne's birrthday. It's been a few years since the "rerun" of her broken arm. It's amazing how we heal and carry on, almost forgetting about our mishaps. It's also amazing how fast we turn into mothers. Life is a blessing. Carianne is a blessing.

Happy Birthday, Carianne!
You are a WONDER FULL mother . . . just ask Kate!

I love you, dearly
Mom