Saturday, February 12, 2011

By Way of Introduction

First, let me tell you that my blog was designed by my very talented friend Hannah.  She captured my vision perfectly and I love sitting down to write and clicking on the blog- it feels so homey and perfect.  I think I'm going to like it here.

Second, let me tell you a few things about me.  There are a few topics that are sure to surface over and over again, along with a cast of characters (aka the fam) and I thought a little background may be helpful, although I hope that like any good blog, you'll get to know me along the way, and before long we'll feel like old friends. 

I grew up in the east and in the west.  I moved across the country when I was 13 and count it an experience that really helped to solidify who I am. 

I got married to Edsger (his self-chosen pseudonym thanks to some nerdy mathematician, hereafter referred to as Ed) at the ripe old age of 20 while attending Brigham Young University, and although it was the perfectly right decision, I felt like I was giving in to all that I was fighting against in attending BYU in the first place.  I didn't want to be that girl, the one who married young and sacrificed her education in the process, or so the BYU stereotypes said.  So I finished school and taught history for a short while and enjoyed not quite being that girl, although I did fit half of the stereotype.

While Ed and I were starting to date, my parents separated, eventually to divorce.  People have a lot of opinions about divorce being hard on kids, but I think experiencing this while in college made me realize divorce is hard on kids at any age, whether they're 9 or 19 or 39.   I'm now at a place where I can say my parents divorce was a necessary thing, but it took me a while to get to that place. 

I have three kids who keep me consistently busy and happy.  Miss A started kindergarten this  year and is thoughtful and sweet and pretty much awesome.  I feel lucky that she's so understanding as I learn more about motherhood, and she helps me grow.
de-Man (pronounced not D-man, but duh-Man, as in the way a 4 year old would say "the" if he couldn't say th) is 4 and a happy mischief maker.  He's always been happy, and for that I am grateful.  He's currently the child pushing my buttons, but ask me in a few weeks and I'm sure my answer will be different.  It's so nice how they take turns being the hard one.
My muffin is 1 and likes to eat, explore, and laugh.  He's been a definite ray of sunshine since he's joined our family, and in some ways he's been the glue during some really difficult times. Someday I'll have to stop calling him muffin (or muffin-head, or muff for short) but for now while he can't say what he thinks, muffin it is. 

Eleven days after the muffin came along, my dad had a massive stroke.  He went to an inpatient rehab facility for weeks while my life turned into phone calls (to the hospital, to my brothers, to insurance companies, to social security) amidst the newborn care and oh yeah, I have two other kids and a husband.  A month later, we drove to Idaho to pick him up and moved him back to Utah to live with us.  After about 9 months, he moved to a nursing home for several months and just two weeks ago moved to an assisted living facility. It's been life-changing to say the least.  It's been harder than I can express (although I'm sure I'll try), but it's also been an experience where I've been abundantly blessed.  It's been a time of growth and closeness in my marriage, and a time of distance from some who I thought would be supportive.  It's been filled with learning.  It's also been the catalyst for this blog.

As I've gone through this experience, I realized how much strength we all have as people.  We can do so much more than we think we can, especially when in the situation where we have to.  But what about when we don't have to?  I think we can also choose to do more- to be more and to rise above the mediocrity that abounds.  We don't have to just phone it in.  We can choose to improve.  Everyday.  In big ways or little ways.  And often, the little changes are what turn into the big changes.

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