Let 's see now..... Laura has passed her one year mark as of yesterday. I was at the Huntsman pretty much all day, train riding, shuttles, tests, more blood, blah....blah...blah, so I didn't get to log on to write what I felt. Well what can happen in a year? What did our Laura miss here in Utah? New Years, Valentines Day, Easter, Mother's Day, Father's Day, July 4 th, All Birthdays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukkah, Memorial days, Labor days, teachers day off, 4 weddings and a funeral. Is that it? NO !! Surgeries, nuclear chemo, radiation, snow, hot sun, at least not humid. Weight lost, weight found( those lucky losers). Some family members, friends and Hollywood legends passed on. Great readings were penned,(mine's not finished :) Two fabu Church General Conferences. People got sick, people regained their health. I have attended church with out my side kick and have gone through 12 Fast Sundays, ( they go slow) and only 6 more to go. Alas..my dear ones, I could go on forever about the coming and going's of life. Now let me think, what did Laura do in one year. Walked, Talked and Sang about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Spoke as a main speaker at the Christmas Sunday Program. (Yikes), taught fishers of men on the side of a lake, ate a mussel,( Yucko) saved a cats life( she's allergic), gathered enough junk to fill a goodwill store, gave enough presents to be called a Saint or Santa Claus, wrote enough letters to fill our house, and preached the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Had Zone Conference at Peter Whitmore's Farm, is a regular at the Sacred Grove, Palmyra Pageant worker, peace maker, and preached the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Went searching for the lost sheep who have gotten off the path of light, helped drunken people up, carried someones burden, and preached the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Made friends in many cities of New York , saw people who knew our "peeps" here in Utah, ate lunch with all the 'strays" in a yard with 250 bowling balls perfectly placed in the yard and stuffed animals in baskets hanging over there heads from the ceiling (creepy), walked through a secret garden (magical) and loved and taught the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Yep...yep... I could go on for a while, but the most important accomplishment Laura did last year was serve willingly and Preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ. We have 6 months to go everyone, let's see if she can safely land a jet in the Hudson, while preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ. With God all things are possible.
I would like to tell Linda and Bryn Arnell thank-you for your continuing and fantastic letters to Laura, I received a box to archive and there were 75 letters from those two gals. I would like to thank all my friends and family, Grandparents who supported and took the time to write, or send a few missionary dollars. Debbie Kellogg who at the drop of a hat and a worry in my voice, pens a letter while going through her own unimaginable trials. Jilly who sent a great B-day card about cats ( cats are such a joke), Aaron Warner Family,Christopher Clark family,Sarah Anderson, Cory White, Allison Pearson, Ally Barney,Helen Carbine, Faye Heimdal, Joan Ramey, Bishes,Thira Scifert, Littles, Hannah, the Primary, Achievement day girls, Elder Pack, David Kader, Sister Cutler, Sister Winterton, Sister Evans, Sister Ure, Sister Olson, Sister Autrey and the parts 1 and 2 of the Sister threesome. I know I won't remember everyone, so please forgive me. Thank-you everyone for the love and support you have given Lolo this past year. You will receive blessings from the Heavens , and kudos from Kathy. As Devin would say..." We're on the back 9". I will keep you posted on our little Lolo as she continues to bring cheer to Rochester and Preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Stay on the" Right Side of the Light Side" Love to you all, a Missionary Mom, Kathy
Friday, May 15, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Tribute to Mother's
Today's thought is all about us Mommies, I have read so many poems , stories, etc., on Mothers I wanted to just do a little ditty of my own, maybe its a mix of every one's.
"Before being a Mom" poem from a friend
Before I was a Mom I never tripped over toys,
or forgot words to a lullaby,
I didn't worry whether of not my
plants were poisonous...
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom: I had never been puked on, pooped on, chewed on, peed on, I had complete control over my mind and my thoughts .
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom: I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests, or give shots, I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom: I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom: I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body...I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby, I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy,the love, the heartache, the wonderment or satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.
My turn as I am sure you can all relate to that little poem:
Being a Missionary Mom:
Before being a Mom of a Sister Missionary: I never thought I would miss the extra bathroom mess, or piles laundry. Before being a Mom of a Disciple of Jesus Christ, I never really "caught" the meaning of 110% service to our atoning Savior.. Before sending my only daughter off to stop strangers in the streets, knock on doors and ask if they want to know more about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I never knew I could be so proud of my daughter talking to "strangers" . I didn't think the nights would be so short and the days so long with out her. I thought having the computer all to myself for once would be so cool. I never thought about the swine flu outbreak, or 2 planes crashing , or a shooter in New York would effect me so greatly I would watch the news for hours to hear something new. I didn't realize I was a bit breakable without Laura by my side hold me up and giving me strength when I was nearly in fetal position in a dark dungeon, wondering what to do. To me the massive amount of love that pours from the Heavens above for us. We are not alone, we have our ancestors, own mothers, pioneer women , angels all pulling for us and giving us the strength we need to make it through a day without our children. I also didn't realize the many blessings of having a worthy daughter want to serve, then just going out and doing just that, at her own expense. I didn't realize how I could feel comfort and peace through the power of the Priesthood coming from 3,000 miles away. When the whole Zone is praying for you...you better believe you can feel it. Before being a Mom of a Sister Missionary, I didn't know I would become so popular with the "whole mission family" they would nickname me Mama Love. Before becoming a Missionary Mother who is within hours of talking to her missionary daughter, would start counting the minutes to hear her daughter's voice. Before Laura went on her mission to Rochester, New York, I had NO idea of the joy and blessings it would bring me daily, Yes, I miss that little spark of fire , but there is a greater warmth and feeling that come with knowing where she is and what she is doing. It will be 1 year on May 14, since I saw her walk calmly up in front of 500 soon to be missionary's and give a closing prayer, after singing " Called to Serve", a killer song, when saying good-bye. All the questions us mommies have... is she prepared to do this, is she scared, will she get sick, will she teach with the Spirit?.We all have these questions don't we, even before they are of age. That is what being a mother is all about. The unconditional love we give our children, for we love their little spirits, what ever path they have chosen. Can you imagine the love our Mother in Heaven has for us? The want for us to succeed and nurture and love our own as we are loved. It is the eternal perspective, the big picture that has helped guide me We can be families forever. What a glorious feeling. What a beautiful plan of Salvation and gift we have been given. I think of my own Mother and her Mother and all the ancestors before me who have sacrificed and worked so hard to benefit and prepare us to be good mothers. I thank all Mothers for their hard and diligent work in being the best they can be. I thank all my friends who are great examples to me in my life. I wish all Mothers a happy Mother's Day, and to be able to enjoy their families and know they are loved unconditionally for all they do. Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side. Love from a Missionary Mommie, Kathy
"Before being a Mom" poem from a friend
Before I was a Mom I never tripped over toys,
or forgot words to a lullaby,
I didn't worry whether of not my
plants were poisonous...
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom: I had never been puked on, pooped on, chewed on, peed on, I had complete control over my mind and my thoughts .
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom: I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests, or give shots, I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom: I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom: I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body...I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby, I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy,the love, the heartache, the wonderment or satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.
My turn as I am sure you can all relate to that little poem:
Being a Missionary Mom:
Before being a Mom of a Sister Missionary: I never thought I would miss the extra bathroom mess, or piles laundry. Before being a Mom of a Disciple of Jesus Christ, I never really "caught" the meaning of 110% service to our atoning Savior.. Before sending my only daughter off to stop strangers in the streets, knock on doors and ask if they want to know more about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I never knew I could be so proud of my daughter talking to "strangers" . I didn't think the nights would be so short and the days so long with out her. I thought having the computer all to myself for once would be so cool. I never thought about the swine flu outbreak, or 2 planes crashing , or a shooter in New York would effect me so greatly I would watch the news for hours to hear something new. I didn't realize I was a bit breakable without Laura by my side hold me up and giving me strength when I was nearly in fetal position in a dark dungeon, wondering what to do. To me the massive amount of love that pours from the Heavens above for us. We are not alone, we have our ancestors, own mothers, pioneer women , angels all pulling for us and giving us the strength we need to make it through a day without our children. I also didn't realize the many blessings of having a worthy daughter want to serve, then just going out and doing just that, at her own expense. I didn't realize how I could feel comfort and peace through the power of the Priesthood coming from 3,000 miles away. When the whole Zone is praying for you...you better believe you can feel it. Before being a Mom of a Sister Missionary, I didn't know I would become so popular with the "whole mission family" they would nickname me Mama Love. Before becoming a Missionary Mother who is within hours of talking to her missionary daughter, would start counting the minutes to hear her daughter's voice. Before Laura went on her mission to Rochester, New York, I had NO idea of the joy and blessings it would bring me daily, Yes, I miss that little spark of fire , but there is a greater warmth and feeling that come with knowing where she is and what she is doing. It will be 1 year on May 14, since I saw her walk calmly up in front of 500 soon to be missionary's and give a closing prayer, after singing " Called to Serve", a killer song, when saying good-bye. All the questions us mommies have... is she prepared to do this, is she scared, will she get sick, will she teach with the Spirit?.We all have these questions don't we, even before they are of age. That is what being a mother is all about. The unconditional love we give our children, for we love their little spirits, what ever path they have chosen. Can you imagine the love our Mother in Heaven has for us? The want for us to succeed and nurture and love our own as we are loved. It is the eternal perspective, the big picture that has helped guide me We can be families forever. What a glorious feeling. What a beautiful plan of Salvation and gift we have been given. I think of my own Mother and her Mother and all the ancestors before me who have sacrificed and worked so hard to benefit and prepare us to be good mothers. I thank all Mothers for their hard and diligent work in being the best they can be. I thank all my friends who are great examples to me in my life. I wish all Mothers a happy Mother's Day, and to be able to enjoy their families and know they are loved unconditionally for all they do. Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side. Love from a Missionary Mommie, Kathy
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