Tuesday, December 31, 2013

My New Year's Resolve to Fail (by Bethany)

I've always thought it was so lame when people say, "I don't make New Year's resolutions because no one ever actually keeps them." Lame, lame, lame.

I have been a goal setter most of my life. Growing up, I was very conscientious. I would get up before 5 am in high school to read the scriptures and make bran muffins for my family. I worked hard on my Personal Progress goals with our young women group at church. I shared the gospel with my friends, and was always on a diet. I achieved a lot through my goal-setting in high school.

I continued making goals as a missionary. In the LDS missionary manual Preach My Gospel, there is a quote I love by one of the current apostles, M. Russell Ballard: "“I am so thoroughly convinced that if we don’t set goals in our life and learn how to master the techniques of living to reach our goals, we can reach a ripe old age and look back on our life only to see that we reached but a small part of our full potential. When one learns to master the principles of setting a goal, he will then be able to make a great difference in the results he attains in this life.”



From the time Paul and I got engaged, we would make goals every month. We tried to review them each week, then revise them the next month. We have pages and pages of monthly goal sheets in a file folder. Those pages represent a lot of faith, and even some achievement!

We continued to set and work toward goals as we had kids and our life got more hectic. We began achieving fewer and fewer of the goals we set. Until finally, we stopped writing down any goals at all. (I know, lame, right?) We were still trying to do the most important things: go to church on Sundays, attend the temple, have Family Home Evening, etc. But other things were slipping: exercise, healthy eating habits, not yelling at our kids, etc. We would go to church on Sundays, but dread it because the kids were so poorly behaved. (We hadn't taken the time to figure out ways to help the situation.) We would spend all evening yelling while trying to get our crazy kids to bed, then not want to do anything productive the rest of the night. So we'd eat junk and go to bed late, and wake up in the same grouchy cycle.


I read an article in the Ensign recently that gave me some hope. It was written by a member of the First Presidency of the Church, Dieter F. Uchtdorf, and is called The Best Time to Plant a Tree. Among other things, I really liked the section called: But What If I Fail?

"Sometimes the thing that holds us back is fear. We might be afraid that we won’t succeed, that we will succeed, that we might be embarrassed, that success might change us, or that it might change the people we love.
And so we wait. Or give up.
Another thing we need to remember when it comes to setting goals is this: We almost certainly will fail—at least in the short term. But rather than be discouraged, we can be empowered because this understanding removes the pressure of being perfect right now. It acknowledges from the beginning that at one time or another, we may fall short. Knowing this up front takes away much of the surprise and discouragement of failure.
When we approach our goals this way, failure doesn’t have to limit us. Remember, even if we fail to reach our ultimate, desired destination right away, we will have made progress along the road that will lead to it.
And that matters—it means a lot.
Even though we might fall short of our finish line, just continuing the journey will make us greater than we were before."
This was so encouraging to me. Paul and I had been avoiding making goals for fear we would fail, as we had so many times in the recent past. Well, we will fail, at least initially, and I'm okay with that. But that doesn't mean I will give up. We've tried a few things to help our kids (one in particular) be more obedient and cause less fighting in our home, and nothing has worked. But we wrote down some new goals last night, and we're gonna keep trying.
I wish I had sat down and gotten the ball rolling on a lot of these things sooner, but all I can do is start where I am right now. My other favorite part of President Uchtdorf's article is this:
An old proverb says, “The best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago. The second-best time is now.”
No regrets. Let's get started!

The Spirit of Christ All Year Long

I just started homeschooling my kids today(!!) so the day has been a little hectic. Who would have thought life could be hectic with kids like these:




















I wanted to share and article I read a couple of weeks ago from The Friend magazine that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints puts out for kids. I was really touched by this true story and my kids were also inspired. We started a "Christmas Jar" that day. My kids were excited to contribute and my oldest boy gave all the money he had. It is a great way for us to keep the Christmas spirit, the Spirit of Christ, all year long as we give/contribute to the jar and put others above ourselves.





The Christmas Surprise

BY HILARY M. HENDRICKS
(Based on a true story)
Carter opened the back door and felt the wind blow him into the house.Brrr! He reached into his pocket. There it was—the money Sister Campbell had given him for shoveling snow.
“Hey, Madison,” Carter called to his sister. “Look what I have for the Christmas jar!”
“Cool,” Madison said. She reached on top of the fridge for the jar. Last year, when their jar was full of money, they’d left it on the front porch of a family whose father had lost his job.
Madison handed him the jar, and they both frowned at the coins inside.
“Where did all the money go?” Carter asked. “There’s barely anything in there.”
“There hasn’t been much all year,” Madison said.
Carter nodded. He knew money was tight for their family this year. “It’s almost Christmas,” he said. “What are we going to do?”
That night Mom got down the almost-empty jar. “Dad and I have been talking about Christmas and how we won’t have as many gifts this year,” she said.
“That’s OK,” Carter said.
“Yeah, we’ll still get presents from our aunts and uncles,” said Carter’s sister Kennedy.
“Well, actually,” Dad said, “we’ve been thinking about a new way to help others who have less than we do.”
“We thought we could ask Aunt Stephanie and Uncle J.J. to join us in giving this year,” Mom said. “We would use the money we would have spent on gifts for each other’s families and buy presents for a family in need instead.”
“You mean we won’t get anything for Christmas?” Kennedy asked.
“We’ll still have some presents,” Dad said. “But more important, we’ll have the gift of helping someone else.”
On Saturday the whole family—aunts, uncles, grandparents, and a few cousins—met to go shopping.
“Kennedy and Carter, we’ll shop for the little girl. She’s seven,” Mom said.
They walked past the sleds and scooters. Carter tried not to think about how much he would like to open those toys on Christmas morning. Instead, he picked out a pretty doll for the little girl.
Back at home, Carter couldn’t wait to show Grandma and Grandpa what they had found. “We got some boots and a doll and some pink gloves too!” he said.
“Very nice,” Grandma said.
“Never saw you get so excited about shopping before,” Grandpa laughed.
On Christmas Eve, Carter looked at the small pile of presents under the tree. Then he thought of all the gifts for the little girl, wrapped in shiny paper. He imagined her smile when she saw them under her own tree.
Just then Carter heard a knock on the front door. He jumped up to open it.
“Hi, Bishop Black,” Carter said. “Come in.”
The bishop stepped into the front room, smiling. He held a bag in his arms.
“This is from some people in the ward,” the bishop said, handing the sack to Dad. “We all love your family so much, and we want to wish you a merry Christmas.”
“Thank you,” Dad said. His eyes were filling with tears, and Mom was crying too.
Carter could hardly wait until the bishop was out the door to ask, “What’s in the bag? Can we peek?”
“We’ll see on Christmas,” Mom said. “I’m sure it will be wonderful.”
“But what’s more wonderful,” Dad said, “is that other people care about us and want to help.”
“Like we helped that little girl,” Carter said.
“Right,” Mom said. “Because helping each other, and remembering how Jesus helps us, is what Christmas is all about.”

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Christmas for Us (by Haley)

All year long we had been planning and looking forward to going to Utah for Christmas. We were going to spend the holiday with my husband's family. With our crazy lives, the trip was going to be something so special for us. However, about three days before Christmas, our plans changed...


My husband's boss asked him to work until noon on Christmas Eve AND the day after Christmas. If we went to Utah we would practically miss Christmas Eve (because we wouldn't be able to get there until the late evening) and then we would have to leave to come home on Christmas afternoon. That would mean spending less than 24 hours in Utah and driving 6 hours or more home on Christmas day. On top of that our car was having trouble. So, we decided it would probably be best for us to just stay home for Christmas.


We were really bummed about it all at first. I couldn't even listen to the song I'll Be Home For Christmas or White Christmas (since it doesn't snow here). Then we decided to make it a special Christmas with just the three of us. So...

We made sugar cookies.

         Coolest sugar cookie I have ever made-------------->>





Then we started baking other treats: chocolate covered pretzels, caramels and peanut butter cups. Don't you wish you lived by us and could taste some of those yummy goodies??



We went to the mall to see the Christmas tree display and say hi to Santa!









Yeah, my daughter is definitely a daddy's girl...look at that smile!










Then we went home and had a Christmas Eve feast of ham, potato casserole, green bean casserole, raspberry jello, rolls, sparkling apple cider, and cheesecake for dessert! We were stuffed!!


After dinner my husband read us Luke 2 and my daughter insisted on sitting in her stroller...


Then my husband played his violin and we sang Christmas songs... well, he played and I sang!


My daughter wasn't really into the singing...

At least she is cute though!!




















We finished off the evening looking at Christmas lights and watching Meet Me In St. Louis. I was so excited to watch it with my husband because he had never seen it before, but he fell asleep like an hour into it!


The next day we got up around 6:30 and Santa had come. My daughter loved her gifts. She was so happy and entertained ALL day!




















It turned out to be a great Christmas. My husband said it was even better than last year. It is always a great Christmas when you get to share it with those you love.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

A Piece of Christmas (by Bethany)

When we had our first Christmas as a married couple, I was already 2 months pregnant. We were still newlyweds (a whopping 6 months of wedded bliss!), and we were spending Christmas with Paul's family (we spent Thanksgiving with mine). I loved his family and got along well with them, and was sure I could handle spending Christmas away from my own family. After all, I had already done it twice as a missionary.

The days leading up to Christmas were filled with bowl games, baking, decorating, and shopping with my in-laws. I had morning sickness on and off, but was mostly able to keep it under control. It was shaping up to be a good Christmas!

By Christmas Eve, the hormones hit. I didn't want to spend Christmas away from my family. I knew they were just 6 hours away, doing all the traditional things I wished I was doing, with people I had known and loved for more than just the short time I'd known Paul's family. 

Nothing was the way it was supposed to be. My in-laws are much more health-conscious than my family. I was used to piles of leftover baked goods from treat plates for the neighbors: marshmallow brownies, blondies, sugar cookies, caramels, fudge (chocolate AND peanut butter!), and Hershey kiss cookies. There were always at least five kinds of pie, huge boxes of chocolates all cut in half to see the insides, hard candies no one would eat, and my dad's favorite nuts. I missed the dessert bar!

We went to a Christmas Eve party at Paul's aunt's house. It was a traditional turkey dinner that I would have had at home, with fun Christmas place settings, and a gift exchange afterwards. I was having a good time, and starting to get back into the Christmas spirit.

We got back to my in-laws' around 11, tired and worn out. We lay in bed in the dark, and I started to cry. My sweet husband asked what was wrong. "We didn't do the Christmas story from the Bible. We're supposed to read Luke 2 and move the nativity set pieces around. That's what they did in Idaho tonight." Paul immediately pulled out a Bible, and we read the story of Christ's birth together. I felt much better after that.

On Christmas morning, I woke up at 6:30 am. And threw up. And threw up again. And threw up again. Luckily, there were no kids spending Christmas with us, just Paul's parents and his grown up sister. So we stayed in our room all morning. I was miserable. And it seemed so much worse being at my in-laws'. They didn't know how I wanted to be taken care of. And I had to "cover up" every time I ran to the bathroom in case my father-in-law walked by and saw what I was wearing to stay comfortable! 

I wanted my mom.

I finally felt stable enough around 11 to make my way out to the living room with the rest of the family. I was sick, grouchy, and resentful. Why couldn't I be in the comforting familiarity of my own parents' home? Why did I have to put on a happy face for these people I hardly knew?

I got all set up on the couch, and Paul brought me an overflowing stocking: an extra one they had around the house that he had made when he was younger. It was full of nice and useful gifts, even a ticket to a play months later - way more expensive and thoughtful than the small sockful of candy Santa would usually bring me at my parents' house. But I still missed home.

Then my mother-in-law brought out a bright red stocking that I recognized right away. It was anything but fancy, very small, and was starting to wear thin, but in letters cut out by the hand of someone I loved dearly was the name: BETHANY. It was MY stocking! Somehow, Paul's mom had MY stocking! I burst into tears, and held the stocking in my hands. A piece of the Christmas I was missing back home was now here with me.

The rest of the day is a blur. I don't know what other presents I got, or how many more times I threw up (it was a lot!), but I will always remember the thoughtfulness of my mother-in-law. She may not have known exactly how to help me when I was throwing up over and over again (though she really did try everything), and she may not have given me the traditional Christmas I was used to, but she knew that I would be missing my own family on Christmas morning. And for that, she knew just what to do.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

"Christmas is Always Remembering" (by Haley)

Christmas 2010
When I was a kid I loved to write songs. Don't worry, none of them were any good or ever got published, but at least I tried. Let me share part of one of the Christmas songs I wrote:

     Christmas is always remembering,
     Christmas is always remembering,
     Christmas is always remembering, yeah, yeah, yeah,
     It's loving, it's caring, it's loving, it's caring,
     Christmas is such a special time for everyone!

So... now you know why my songs never got published and why my siblings mocked me about my song writing "abilities". There is some truth to that song though, isn't there? Christmas is always remembering. 

What Christmas from years past sticks out to you? Was it the first one you experienced as a married couple? Was it your child's first Christmas? Was it when someone made a surprise visit on Christmas? It's not the gifts we get at Christmas that make it special, it's the feelings we have and share with others.

Christmas 2011
A Christmas that sticks out to me was when my family lived in Boise, Idaho. I don't remember exactly what year is was...probably when I was in a sophomore in high school (so 1999). My parents had arranged for us to all volunteer at a homeless shelter. We had never done anything like that before on Christmas Eve. At first we really didn't want to do it, but our hearts changed after being there about five minutes. When we left we all shared how much fun we had and how happy we felt. 

That evening we put together some Christmas goodie plates. My mom makes a mean chocolate fudge. We drove around on Christmas Eve night with our goodie plates looking for businesses that were opened and people who were working. We went to the fire department and to the vet and to the gas station. We sang the workers songs and gave them our goodie plates. It was so fun to see their faces and how much we had cheered them up that night.
Christmas 2012
I am 29 years old now and these are the memories that stick out the most to me. Not the awesome gifts I got, but the good feeling I had serving people on Christmas Eve. Make this year one of those memorable Christmases by doing good to others and focusing less on the gifts. That's really what Christmas is all about.
Christmas 2013

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

The Magic of Christmas Decorations (by Bethany)

We like to put up our Christmas decorations the day after Thanksgiving. Along with Christmas music, decorations help bring the magic of Christmas immediately, and make it last all month long! I love our Christmas stuff, but we have never spent Christmas Eve or Christmas morning in our own home. We always go to one of our parents' houses. None of our Christmas decorations are fancy or expensive, but they all have memories or meaning behind them, which I think is what really matters. So, in honor of our first Christmas on our own, here's a tour of Christmas in our home:
Sarah made us an awesome mix last Christmas of songs from all the old Christmas records we used to listen to as kids - so fun and nostalgic! We also listen to a lot of Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, and of course N*Sync!
Our Christmas books count as decorations, since they usually "decorate" our living room floor!
Christmas cards from family and friends, along with our very full December calendar.
We love our Christmas cocoa cups! Perfect for cold snowy mornings!
No outside outlets = indoor icicle lights!
Reminder of our three years in New Mexico for grad school.
Jingle bells on the bathroom door are actually useful when potty training:) 
And Charlie can't get enough of this jingle bell wreath every time we leave the house:)
The obligatory Christmas decoration for anyone with the last (or maiden) name of Flake. My parents have a whole wall of this kind of stuff!
Drawings the kids made just yesterday. 
 We used to always cut our own mistletoe by the Rio Grande in New Mexico, but now we just have the picture to show for it:)
 Stockings over the (construction paper) fire. Paul's mom made his - a bit more ambitious than the ones I made!
 Craft project we did at Sarah's over Thanksgiving.
 My parents are getting rid of stuff, preparing to go on a mission to Panama in January, so my mom gave me this. It's nothing fancy, and I don't know the story behind it, but you can never have too many nativities.
Our nativity that Paul brought back from his mission to the Philippines is on loan. It's being displayed at the Washington DC Temple Visitors Center for the whole month - we had to brave the cold weather to go see it!
Alice loves playing with nativities:)

 This used to be our kids' favorite musical snow globe... It's no longer a snow globe.
 We made these for Relief Society a few years ago. Mine got ruined, so a friend gave me hers:) I love them!
 Laminated nativity for the kids to play with. We lost the piece with the animals on it. I think the replacement piece fits:)
 Kids love snow globes!
 We love this book - it's got animotion!
 My mom made this. It is my very favorite decoration. You should see all the quilting detail! 
 Christmas projects from the kids.
 The dollar store is a gold mine. You couldn't make these for a dollar!
 I made this wall hanging using fabric from my mother-in-law when I was in a weekly sewing group. It's pretty poorly made, but I made matching ones for my mom and mother-in-law, so it stays!
 Charlie Brown Christmas tree from some random white elephant gift exchange - perfect for Charlie's room!
 The girls' room gets the tiny tree we used as our Christmas tree for the first few years of our marriage.
Our "Jesus stocking". We used to write our gifts to Jesus on a slip of paper, put them in the stocking, and read them the next year to see if we'd done them. Well, we hadn't. So this year, we pinned our gifts to Jesus on the outside of the stocking for us to work on all month!
Last, but not least, is our little 6-foot $5 tree. The ornaments tell a story of our life together as a couple and as a family.
Christmas decorations truly are magical!