Growing up...especially going through school I noticed a number of different types of people. (Especially in school...we love to put people in categories). You had the druggies, the cowboys, the goody good kids, the good but cool kids, the popular kids...and on and on. There was a group or a stereotype for everyone. If we fell into a category that we liked or that meant others liked us...yay. I guess that means we are one of he lucky ones. Though many would assume we all want to be popular, there was one type of person that I truly admired in high school... and it wasn't cause they were "popular". It was the kids that actually provided one of the best and most genuine services I think you can at that age...(an into adulthood). It was those kids who had what I would call true self worth and confidence.
Let me just describe how this person would act. This person is kind and outreaching. They aren't shy or insecure...to make them kind. They aren't kind so you'll vote them prom queen. No...these people are kind when it isn't popular...and when it is. They are genuine and mature. I think they come across as so put together because they know who they are regardless of the labels people give them. They act friendly and nice because they base their self worth off of their savoir and heavenly father. In a world where labels are constantly being thrown every which way and there is no shortage of judgement, it is extremely refreshing to see someone who doesn't care what others think and can maintain their confidence because it comes from a knowledge that they of extreme worth in the eyes of our Heavenly Father and that they are doing what he would have them do.
These people are consistent in their character and moral. They may reject what is popular to do what is right. And though it may seem like an oxymoron, even in high school, it seems to me that these people are very well liked. Of course they are well liked...they make you feel good about yourself when you are around them...because someone who is truly confident in themselves knows they are of worth and so are you. It is easy for them to make others feel good, because they don't have to put others down to build themselves up. They get their confidence from another source. They don't have to talk bad about the popular kids, because they get their confidence from another source. They can freely admit that someone else has done something good and wonderful because they know that someone else's achievements don't diminish their own self worth.
I was not this person in high school. Not really even in college. I was super shy and worried too much about what other people thought of me. Even as an adult I worry about this too much. How does an adult gain a relationship with our savoir to outweigh and overcome the world...and then how do we teach our children this invaluable lesson?
One of the first things we need to do to gain this confidence is gaining a personal relationship with our Father in heaven.
"President Thomas S. Monson has taught: “Your Heavenly Father loves you—each of you. That love never changes. It is not influenced by your appearance, by your possessions, or by the amount of money you have in your bank account. It is not changed by your talents and abilities. … God’s love is there for you whether or not you feel you deserve love. It is simply always there” (“We Never Walk Alone,” Ensign, Nov. 2013, 123–24)."
May I add it is not changed by what judgments others may pass upon...whether that comes from your peers, your teacher, parent, boss, or anyone else.
Another quote from this article states:
Following the Lord’s ways allows you to receive eternal blessings and to have the Holy Ghost with you, which can help you feel good about yourself more deeply and consistently than anything the world has to offer.
Another thing we can do is to be grateful for the blessing we have.
Elder Quentin L Cook sayid
“Comparing blessings is almost certain to drive out joy,” says Elder Quentin L. Cook of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles. “We cannot be grateful and envious at the same time. If we truly want to have the Spirit of the Lord and experience joy and happiness, we should rejoice in our blessings and be grateful” (“Rejoice!”Ensign, Nov. 1996, 30).
Serving others...and focusing on their needs also brings about true self-worth
Here's another amazing quote from this talk:
Those who truly love themselves don’t rely on others’ attention and praise. They’re comfortable enough with their own worth that they can have good relationships with others and are able to serve them without ulterior motives.
This article is also amazing: How to we define who we are?
So how as parents do we instill this self worth in our children.
From the February 2006 ensign it states
"It is important for parents (and leaders and teachers) to understand the powerful impact praise, acceptance, and encouragement have on a child’s sense of individual worth and confidence. Likewise, we need to be aware of how ridicule, rejection, and continual criticism can create personal doubt. Equally important, Latter-day Saint parents need to recognize how feeling Heavenly Father’s love, sensing the comfort and spiritual guidance that come with the Holy Ghost’s companionship, and gaining a personal testimony enhance a child’s sense of worth, personal confidence, and self-respect."
in this same talk it discusses a study that was done on high school students and the relationship between religious convictions and actions.
They conclude that two things parents can do to benefit their children's self worth are "(1) strengthen the spiritual environment of the home, and (2) maintain a strong, loving relationship with each child."
The talk continues to explain how we can maintain a strong relationship with each child. I would highly recommend you read it. Helping children develop feelings of self worth.
Other great talks on this topic are:
We are children of God
Our true identity
So what does all this mean to me. I think what it means is in high school and in college I was recognizing the characteristics of someone who has a deep relationship with their Father in Heaven. I want to be able to foster the type of environment that allows my children to draw closer to their father in heaven so that they can make better decisions in life.
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Friday, April 12, 2013
The Jump Zone
We all went to the Jump Zone for Jake's Birthday. This looks like a lot of fun.
| Papa was even jumping! |
| And Grandma did a flip into the pit. |
| Uncle A and baby K |
| They had basketballs for baby K |
Recent Adventures.
| He's gonna be a biker. |
| Hi Grandpa Willis |
| Grandma and Grandpa came to visit. It was fun having them here. |
| Look at me I'm so cool. :) |
| Just chillin at home. |
| We love playing in the sun and the sand. |
| And eating the sand. |
| And the rocks. |
| It was such a nice sunny day. |
| He loved playing in the grass. |
| He couldn't get the hood off. So cute. |
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Saturday, January 12, 2013
Jake and Makala's Wedding Videos.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Baby's First Snow Day
We Finally Got a good Snow! and We had to go play in it! Baby K liked it too.
| Here's Dad and baby. |
| And Lots of snow! |
| I think he really did like the snow even if it doesn't look like it. :) |
| He would try to grab the snow but couldn't get a good hold. but when he did of course he ate it. :) |
| Here's mom and baby. |
Thursday, October 4, 2012
A Little Update:
| 1st Camping trip |
| All bundled up. |
| Baby was watching the game with dad. |
| Trying to crawl. |
First of all ever since I quit work it has been a hopping place. I remember saying "When I have the baby, I'll be able to get this or that done". :) Well I'm busier than I thought. That's for sure. But I'm busy with good things. First of all just keeping up with baby and learning how to care for him properly takes a bit but I'm also learning how to cook healthy food. I don't know how it happened because all my life I have been basically addicted to sugar and craving it all the time. I came across a blog: greenplaterule.com and loved what I saw. The site shows how to cook different types of food that are healthy but good. The girl seems to eat a pretty balanced diet but takes out all the junk food. I loved it. I went to work that first week buying and cutting up my veggies for the week so they wood be easy to snack on. I continued trying her recipes until I've completely changed my eating habits. I love it! I'm eating tons of fruits and veggies and healthy grains while cutting out processed sugars and preservatives. And the best part is that her recipes are delicious! Not only that but while I was wasting away some time on pinterest, for the first time in my life I looked at something that would usually of made my mouth water but was disgusted with all the sugar that was in it. I really didn't want it. It was so cool.
So I've been canning, cooking, cleaning, and having tons of fun with Baby K.
He is getting bigger every day. The little guy started out at 5lbs 6 oz and he's up to 14 lbs now. He has basically caught up to others his age. I love watching him as he learns. He loves to stand up. Whenever he gets fussy and I can't figure out what it is I know that letting him stand will cheer him up. From the way he's acting he might walk before he crawls, seeing how much he isn't particularly fond of tummy time. :) lol. He likes to play with his hanging toys. He will sit there and swing at them to get them to move. It is really cute.
My Hubby is working super hard this year. He has seminary in the mornings for two hours and either work or school the rest the day and squeezing in some time to prep for the next days lesson. Therapy is going really well for him. It is so cool that he can help people sort out their families and marriages. Seminary is getting easier too. He is having fun coming up with new ideas every day to keep their attention and bring in the spirit. :)
In short Life is Great!
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Baby K's Birth Story
Yep that's right this picture pretty much says it all. I know I imagined me looking beautiful and refreshed and both of us holding our little baby boy at home on my bed with no tubes or anything. Well I have learned that you can't plan everything out perfectly, the hospital isn't as bad as I thought, and next time I need to be more pushy. :) I'll explain.
After watching a documentary and exploring my options of homebirth with a midwife or a hospital birth with and OB I decided I wanted a home birth. I loved the idea of just getting to be there with my baby and being able to trust that indeed my body was capable of giving birth without medical intervention. I mean god doesn't make mistakes right. Women should be able to do this. I also was farely confident because of my high pain tolerance and my general bullheaded and stubborness that I would have no problem.
A kink was thrown in my plan when baby K decided to come 5 weeks early. At 35 weeks I was going into labor. I had to decide what to do. That is a little too early for comfort to have a baby at home. Although I wouldn't need medical attention he would as soon as he came out.
At 34 1/2 weeks I started having random contractions that really didn't hurt. I kept talking to people asking how I would know if I was in "real" labor or not. I talked to my midwife, my mom, my sisters, my bosses wife, and really any other woman that was around. :) Although my midwife planned to come check my I was generally assured that it is quite normal to be having some contractions this late in the game. This continued for a few days...off and on. Some days I would time the contractions to see how far apart they were. There were a few days that were a little scary as they would be like 5 minutes apart for an hour or so and then completely stop. I decided to take it easy. I was told to just lie down so I didn't actually go into labor. I started having alot more contractions friday night. enough to keep me and my hubby up most the night tossing and turning. My Baby shower was Saturday the 11th. I headed to it after the contractrions subsided a little that morning. After I got there they came back but still 15ish minutes apart and not painful. Everyone thought I was having Braxten Hicks. I kind of did too. I was so used to just having contractions all the time. That night I took a nice bath to ease the contractions and then headed home for the night. This seems to be where my brain got fuzzy and I was just in denial. At about 10:00 that night the contractions started getting a lot more painful and closer together. They were about 5 minutes apart. Because my midwife didn't seem too worried about it the earlier contractions I thought I would just text her and see if she thought maybe this was something. (I should have known, but aparently wasn't quite in the right state of mind...granted I was exhausted from no sleep the night before and completely new at this.) I didn't get a response so I went to bed. Well at least tried to. 4 hours of hardly any sleep I started thinking this was something so I texted her again. They were still painful. I kept trying to breath through them to bare the pain. Periodically i would go take a hot bath to ease the pain too. At 6:00 in the morning I was taking a bath and I could hardly bear it. I thought if this isn't real labor I'm getting an epidural. At that time I called my midwife, (who then explained she hadn't gotten the texts) she said she would rush down to see me. Unfortunately she lived 2 1/2 hours away. Soon after I called her the contractions subsided a little and I actually was able to sleep a little. She got here at 9:00 and checked me. I was dilated 9 centimeters. (wow) She started doing some pressure things and the pain with every contraction was almost unnoticeable. (Why didn't I call her earlier). At this point we had to make a decision. Should we go to the hospital? I labored for another hour or so. The bag of waters was bulging out of my cervix so my midwife broke it. After a little while baby's heart rate started acting funny so we went to the hospital. (good thing) We were admitted at 11:20 and baby k was born at 11:56. My OB of choice was the one on call so lucky for me she is the one that delivered him. I had no epidural or pain medication of any kind and only had to have one stitch. I was doing pretty well besides my lack of sleep. Poor baby k though came to the world too early. He was given to me just long enough to pee on me and then taken to the Nicu. He was hooked up to a cpap machine, an IV, Oxygen. I was taken to my room. I really wanted to go see him but needed to be checked myself. After 4 hours I finally walked to the Nicu and saw my little guy. Poor thing it was so sad seeing him hooked to all the machines and having to be poked all the time. Over the next few weeks we watched as he first got off the cpap, then off oxygen. He was given a feeding tube and started to learn how to eat. It took two weeks before he was able to nurse all of his food on his own and we were able to take him home.
So what did I learn...What would I have done differently.
I still love the idea of having my child at home. As far as labor goes I think it is a perfectly normal thing that I want to do on my own. However I am extremely grateful for modern technology. They were able to take care of baby k as he struggled for his first little while here on this planet. Of course no one wants to end up with a child in the nicu...I am glad that he was treated so well and for the nursing staff there.
I think next time... I'm going to be a little more careful with what I do in the last trimester. i gotta keep that baby in as long as I can. I'm going to attempt a home birth again...(unless I start contracting too soon again). I'm going to get a midwife that lives less than 20 minutes away. I also want to get an ultrasound to make sure everything is going well along the way.
After watching a documentary and exploring my options of homebirth with a midwife or a hospital birth with and OB I decided I wanted a home birth. I loved the idea of just getting to be there with my baby and being able to trust that indeed my body was capable of giving birth without medical intervention. I mean god doesn't make mistakes right. Women should be able to do this. I also was farely confident because of my high pain tolerance and my general bullheaded and stubborness that I would have no problem.
A kink was thrown in my plan when baby K decided to come 5 weeks early. At 35 weeks I was going into labor. I had to decide what to do. That is a little too early for comfort to have a baby at home. Although I wouldn't need medical attention he would as soon as he came out.
At 34 1/2 weeks I started having random contractions that really didn't hurt. I kept talking to people asking how I would know if I was in "real" labor or not. I talked to my midwife, my mom, my sisters, my bosses wife, and really any other woman that was around. :) Although my midwife planned to come check my I was generally assured that it is quite normal to be having some contractions this late in the game. This continued for a few days...off and on. Some days I would time the contractions to see how far apart they were. There were a few days that were a little scary as they would be like 5 minutes apart for an hour or so and then completely stop. I decided to take it easy. I was told to just lie down so I didn't actually go into labor. I started having alot more contractions friday night. enough to keep me and my hubby up most the night tossing and turning. My Baby shower was Saturday the 11th. I headed to it after the contractrions subsided a little that morning. After I got there they came back but still 15ish minutes apart and not painful. Everyone thought I was having Braxten Hicks. I kind of did too. I was so used to just having contractions all the time. That night I took a nice bath to ease the contractions and then headed home for the night. This seems to be where my brain got fuzzy and I was just in denial. At about 10:00 that night the contractions started getting a lot more painful and closer together. They were about 5 minutes apart. Because my midwife didn't seem too worried about it the earlier contractions I thought I would just text her and see if she thought maybe this was something. (I should have known, but aparently wasn't quite in the right state of mind...granted I was exhausted from no sleep the night before and completely new at this.) I didn't get a response so I went to bed. Well at least tried to. 4 hours of hardly any sleep I started thinking this was something so I texted her again. They were still painful. I kept trying to breath through them to bare the pain. Periodically i would go take a hot bath to ease the pain too. At 6:00 in the morning I was taking a bath and I could hardly bear it. I thought if this isn't real labor I'm getting an epidural. At that time I called my midwife, (who then explained she hadn't gotten the texts) she said she would rush down to see me. Unfortunately she lived 2 1/2 hours away. Soon after I called her the contractions subsided a little and I actually was able to sleep a little. She got here at 9:00 and checked me. I was dilated 9 centimeters. (wow) She started doing some pressure things and the pain with every contraction was almost unnoticeable. (Why didn't I call her earlier). At this point we had to make a decision. Should we go to the hospital? I labored for another hour or so. The bag of waters was bulging out of my cervix so my midwife broke it. After a little while baby's heart rate started acting funny so we went to the hospital. (good thing) We were admitted at 11:20 and baby k was born at 11:56. My OB of choice was the one on call so lucky for me she is the one that delivered him. I had no epidural or pain medication of any kind and only had to have one stitch. I was doing pretty well besides my lack of sleep. Poor baby k though came to the world too early. He was given to me just long enough to pee on me and then taken to the Nicu. He was hooked up to a cpap machine, an IV, Oxygen. I was taken to my room. I really wanted to go see him but needed to be checked myself. After 4 hours I finally walked to the Nicu and saw my little guy. Poor thing it was so sad seeing him hooked to all the machines and having to be poked all the time. Over the next few weeks we watched as he first got off the cpap, then off oxygen. He was given a feeding tube and started to learn how to eat. It took two weeks before he was able to nurse all of his food on his own and we were able to take him home.
So what did I learn...What would I have done differently.
I still love the idea of having my child at home. As far as labor goes I think it is a perfectly normal thing that I want to do on my own. However I am extremely grateful for modern technology. They were able to take care of baby k as he struggled for his first little while here on this planet. Of course no one wants to end up with a child in the nicu...I am glad that he was treated so well and for the nursing staff there.
I think next time... I'm going to be a little more careful with what I do in the last trimester. i gotta keep that baby in as long as I can. I'm going to attempt a home birth again...(unless I start contracting too soon again). I'm going to get a midwife that lives less than 20 minutes away. I also want to get an ultrasound to make sure everything is going well along the way.
Friday, April 27, 2012
29 Weeks Pregnant
At 29 Weeks my sister took some way cute maternity photos!http://www.muchmorephotography.blogspot.com/
She did a really good job. Thanks so much!
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| The Basketball is for my hubby. He loves basketball and that's about what my belly looks like now too! :) |



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Saturday, April 14, 2012
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