Friday, July 30, 2010

Who's the Boss?

I believe that each of us are with our specific parents for a reason - that Heavenly Father placed us with those parents who could best help us, compliment us, assist us and love us. 

I feel very fortunate to be with the family I have, especially my dad. My dad has always been and always will be the the role model and example of a worthy Priesthood holder, a supportive husband and a loving father that I look up to and will compare my future companion to. 

I have a lot of great memories of my dad; but one of my favorites is Saturday mornings as a kid. My siblings and I all have a love for good cartoons and back in the day Bugs Bunny and friends ran Saturday mornings in our house. We would get up early and head down to watch our cartoons - soon my dad was close behind helping us pour bowls of cereal and sitting down and watching cartoons with us.  To this day my dad will sit down with the grandkids and watch an episode of Bugs Bunny or any other Looney Toons video. I have so many memories of us sitting on the couch and laughing with dad. 

As I got older I became more aware of just how much I needed my dad. Growing up I was always given a Father's Blessing from my dad before school started, or for something else that was challenging me. When I moved to Logan for school it was just the same - he pulled me aside gave me a blessing and then moved me up to school. A few months later I was making some big decisions and my natural instinct was to have my dad give me a blessing, but he wasn't down the hallway anymore. There were times where I'd have a hard day and need someone to make me laugh or tell me to calm down and I began to realize that whenever I had weighty matters on my mind I'd take them to my dad. Sometimes indirectly and others very blatant. I never realized how much I sought out his guidance until I didn't have it around me all the time.  But what I did have with me were all the lessons my dad had taught me along the way - I just needed to recall them.  

It's been a joy to watch him help my siblings along they way too as they start their own families. They still call him and visit him to get his input and council because they respect him and love him. 

I've noticed too how many things I've adopted in my life that I took from my dad. My love of music, love of sports (Jazz and Nascar), desire to increase my knowledge (spiritual and temporal), a smirk/smile when I'm trying to hide something, a certain stuborness and independence. The list goes on and on. 

My dad is the best! He's an amazing father, husband, grandpa and person and I feel fortunate and spoiled to have him. 

I love you Dad!

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Ode to my mom

One of the great things about entering adulthood is that you develop a new relationship with your parents. When I was a child my mother was the constant loving, attentive mother who was there to help me, discipline me, love me, play with me, and teach me.  As I entered into my teen years she was still there, but as more of an enforcer - not in a bad way - but in the way a teenager needs their mom to be. She asked the questions "Who? When? Where? Why? How late?", she waited up till she heard me come home from late night activities, she soothed me when my fragile, ridiculous teenage heart was broken, and, most importantly, she would always scratch my back during church.

A few more years passed and I "grew up", went off to college and found myself applying all the things I had learned from her.  I was able to clean a house (didn't mean it was always clean, but I could do it), prepare a meal, sew a button, etc. How many times had I whined when she made me do those things as a kid? I always thought it was such a waste of my time.

Looking back, those are some of the moments I treasure most - helping her in the kitchen, learning how to iron, going for bike rides, and putting up Christmas decorations.  Now that I'm more of an adult we have an amazingly strong relationship. I tell her everything, we go out to dinner and movies, go shopping, to the temple, etc.  My mom is a great example to me. She is a loving person and always wants to help other people. She loves the gospel and has a strong testimony about our Savior, His plan, and the Book of Mormon. She loves to learn and is constantly reading, attending religious classes, and learning new skills and talents.  She has a deep, intense love for her family and expresses it frequently; none of us wonder if mom loves us, her daily actions prove it. I then watched her heart grow to a whole new level when she became a grandmother. My mom was meant to be a grandma. She has the perfect attitude and demeanor for it. She loves to plan sleep overs, picnics, holiday activities, family dinners - you name it, she does it.

If I ever have the wonderful opportunity to become a mother, I only hope I can be like my mom.

I love you mom!


Sunday, April 25, 2010

Chivalry isn't dead, it's killing me.

I've got a bump on my head and a headache - all from my friend opening the door for me.

The other day my friend and I attempted to go shopping to try and find him some new clothes.  This friend of mine is a complete gentlemen. He insists on opening car doors, building doors, getting your chair, etc. So as we approached the mall, he went to get the door and I waited.

Quick side note: For those of you who have known me a long time, you may know that I rarely wait for guys to get the door. For a long time I never had a guy friend who got the door. If I saw I door, I'd open it and just bust on through (kind of like Kramer). Why wait? Well I started hanging out with gentlemanly friends and started adopting some patience for these door opening men.

So Friend grabbed the door and I started to walk through and then WHAMO!  The door had slammed me in the head. I was so disoriented from the hit that I just stood there and looked around. I looked back at Friend and his face was frozen in shock. I didn't say anything at first; I just stared at him. I finally mumbled "Did you let go of the door?" Friend felt really bad and just started talking "Damn! Are you okay? Did that nail your head?"  He continued apologizing and then kept muttering about how bad he felt. He said the door just snapped out of his hand.  I started to wonder if maybe he wasn't really ready to get the door for me.  Was I entering the door too prematurely? Was Friend really weak?

Now, my dad taught me a valuable lesson as a child - Suck it Up!  And that's what I did - I sucked it up, told him it wasn't too bad and that I was fine. We started wandering through the mall and my head began throbbing. Luckily we weren't in a huge mood to shop so we ended up wandering the store and just chatting. On our way out he offered to buy me a cookie for hitting me with the door - being the good friend that I am, I accepted my chocolate chip cookie and hoped it would console me. It did, but only for about ten minutes.  On our way out Friend wanted me to see "how crazy the door was and how it just snaps shut on it's own". Well, he was right, this door would open about a foot or so and then it started to pull itself shut again.  I told him that I didn't think he was trying to hurt me intentionally (but maybe...) but that maybe he should lift some weights tonight so he can hold doors open a bit longer.

We ended up driving around and then doing some grocery shopping. He asked me if I was okay, and I said I was fine. Honestly, I was dying! I kept swaying, I felt nauseous and I all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep.

I had plans that night, so I eventually left and thought that if I could just take some pills, eat something and lay down I'd feel better. Well it didn't work. I watched a movie that night and I could barely focus.  I wanted to hold my head where it was hit, but it was too tender.  I thought I'd be able to sleep it off, but my head hurt too bad to lay on that side and, although the pounding had slowed down, it was still dull enough to keep me awake.

So now I have to ask myself - Do I wait for doors to be opened? Do I find stronger friends? Do I give Friend one more chance?

If you don't hear from me soon, I may be unconscious in my room...