A Year of Habits, no. 5

” Wherefore be not weary in well doing, for ye are laying the foundation of a great work.  Out of small things proceedeth that which is great.”


Those words have comforted me this week when I felt like I was accomplishing nothing of consequence.  If only life on paper and life in real time were better friends with each other!  At my house they seem determined not to meet.:)

Seriously, I have to pause and say that I’m so thankful for the week.  I didn’t accomplish a fraction of what was in “The Plan” but I’m grateful to be alive, grateful to be where I am, grateful to live each day with my best friend at my side, grateful to be a mother.

This week was another “sick week” with children home sick four out of five days.   It throws things off quite a bit to have them home. They want me to just be near them, to sit and watch a movie with them, and it’s nice sometimes to do that.  Today everyone was healthy enough for our entire family to attend church together – a first in four weeks.  I hope it continues.

My greatest victory for the week was completing an hour of exercise each day, Monday through Friday.  More than once I did push-ups and sit-ups with a baby literally sitting on my head and shoulders, but I did it.  With all the time we’re still spending in the night with sick children I’m not getting up at 4:30 a.m. to do it but I’m choosing to make it a priority and work the schedule around it.  I feel like it’s an investment which I hope will start producing benefits in the near future.

While other children were obstacles to good daily schedules, I am also thrilled that my baby has begun napping again, and sleeping soundly.  She is so much happier when she does it, which makes me happy too.

Last Saturday I cleared all papers off my kitchen counter.  You know, the random spot where the mail, school work, and everything else gets dumped.  I got rid of it, and kept that counter free of paper all week long. YES!  Now for week two.

Today was week two of two different weekly habits I’m trying to institute in our home.  One has been around for a while but we haven’t been consistent since my baby came along; the other is a new idea.  OH, it feels good to just DO some of the things you know you SHOULD be doing.  More to come on both as we fine-tune.

Once more, the daily schedule I want  so much to have eluded me.  This happened in part due to unforseen sickness in my children and partly because I’m dropping some things to add exercise in at a less ideal time of day.  It will work out.  I’ll keep trying.

Discipline, discipline, discipline.  In some areas I have such an abundance while in others I’m terribly lacking.  I’m learning.  Life is good.  Slowly I am learning to quell the voice in  my head that is always chanting “not good enough” with a simple response, “At least it is something.”

Be not weary in well doing.  Keep on going.  Life is good.

Jennifer

A Year of Habits, no. 4



“Every individual can improve from day to day, from year to year, and have greater capacity to do things as the years come and years go.”  -Heber J. Grant I read an interesting story about Heber J. Grant recently.  As a boy he was a terrible baseball player, too weak to run or bat well, and he attracted a lot of teasing from his peers.  He vowed to himself that he would someday play on the best team his age and win the championship of the Utah Territory.  He shined shoes until he’d earned enough money to buy a baseball, which he spent hours and hours throwing at his neighbor’s barn.  His arm ached so he could hardly sleep at night, but he pushed on.  Eventually he worked his way from the worst team to the middle team, and finally to the best team.   That team won the championship of the Utah territory.  He then said, “Having thus made good my promise to myself, I retired from the baseball arena.”

He developed such a reputation for persistence throughout his life that it was later said of him, “he never criticized other men’s weaknesses but made war on his own.”

I love that statement.  I want to be like that, so busy working on my own faults that I have no time left to criticize others.

It’s been a busy week.  I’ve worked hard.  At last my baby’s smile has returned after a month of illness and it is even sweeter than I remembered.  It’s amazing what two or three nights of sleep can do for the spirits of both baby and mom.  She’s making up for lost time, devising new ways to climb on top of my kitchen counter and working hard to lose every toothbrush in the house in a matter of minutes.  I am so grateful for a healthy family, grateful for all the challenges we are spared through the simple gift of healthy bodies.

I still feel like mastering the schedule I’ve outlined for myself is the great key to success in all areas.  The week didn’t produce what I sought in that area, but when faced with obstacles I made good decisions, trying to consciously choose between essential, important and nice-to-do tasks.  Habits take time.  I’m not in this for what January yields; I’m in it for the long run.

Looking back o the week, I have the following things to note:

1.  We’ve added a couple of experiences to our Miracle Box .  I love this.
2.  I’m participating in this challenge .  Although not one day has gone as planned, I’m making progress.  My exercise regimen is improving, I’m eating 7 servings of fruits and veggies consistently each day, and it feels good.
3.  My focus on planning is making a difference.   It’s also helping my husband and I plan more specifically for the needs of individual children.  Eight people still feels like a lot of responsibility to us.  We’re getting better at it.
4.  Tonight was week two of a special religious study plan we created for our older children.  I’m excited to keep working on it and am so thankful for answered prayers in this matter.
5.  I finished something every day.  Somehow the disgust I felt with myself months ago still lingers in the form of motivation to become a finisher.  I am tired of half-done projects, great or small, and am going to conquer this.
6.  This one regards my children.  We’ve improved greatly in our Friday afternoon homework sessions.  I love getting it done early instead of having it hang over our heads as the weekends progress.  We don’t do homework on Sunday and it’s not fun to have to wake the children up early Monday morning to do homework if we forgot.

As the month draws to a close my heart is full of gratitude for the wonder of being a mother.  I worry that I do too much dumping on this blog and not enough praising my Heavenly Father for the privilege of doing what I do.  It is hard, to be sure, and this stage has been particularly challenging for me personally, but I am living my greatest dream.  I get to face every day with my best friend at my side.  I don’t know why God has entrusted such amazing people to my care but I’m awfully grateful for this chance of a lifetime:  raising a family.  I know that God is aware of us and that He will help me become the mother my children need me to be.  His grace is sufficient for the day.  To quote a favorite song (sung by my wonderful friend Julene)  “My grateful spirit sings.”

Good night.

Jennifer

A Year of Habits, no. 3



Something about a homemade pie cooling on my kitchen counter made me feel better about life today.

Perhaps it’s just that the counter was clean.  Perhaps it was because I’ve always wanted to make a pie on National Pie Day, just for fun, but it always comes and goes and I just don’t get to it.  I got to it this year, and for some strange reason it made me feel really good.  Perhaps, and I think this is most of it, the simple act of making a pie on an unhurried afternoon somehow linked me to generations of women who have gone before, making pies in times that were as uncertain for them as my times feel for me.   Still, they found things to celebrate.   So can we.


If I pulled off a random goal to make a pie, one I’ve never tried before, for National Pie Day, that’s about the only thing that went the way I planned this week.

You know that feeling that comes early in January when the holidays are behind you and life sort of gets back to normal?  We’re still waiting for that feeling to hit this year.  We really haven’t had a single normal day.  My baby has slept well only three nights in the past month.  Someone has felt sick every day since Christmas Eve.  This week just kept us on our roll, that’s all.

Monday the children were home from school due to the holiday.  With three of the eight sick, the day was spent simply dealing with all it brought.  Tuesday morning brought an appointment that threw the schedule off, and Tuesday night I impulsively jumped in the car with two of my brothers to head to Idaho.

My aunt, whose husband passed away unexpectedly in September, passed away last Friday.   Her funeral was Wednesday.






If I hadn’t gone Tuesday, my husband and I would have driven up early Wednesday with our family.  I’m so grateful to have been there.   It was the right thing to do, and going early with my brothers provided an unusual opportunity my brothers and sisters and I.  Seven of the eight of us gathered, with my parents, and without our spouses or children, and had a few hours to talk in a hotel room.  It was so unusual, and great to have the time together. (We really missed you, Brent!)

In all, the trip was only about 24 hours.  Not long to be gone, but plenty long to completely lose the general “I’m making progress on the house” feeling.   Long enough for the dishes to pile up, for dirty laundry to appear on every bedroom floor and  homework to be forgotten.  We still haven’t recovered.

My little one is still sick.  She spent Thursday and Friday nights up almost constantly.  I’m back in the newborn stage where sleep is concerned, and while it’s ok, it doesn’t lend itself to incredible productivity during the day (especially when the baby cries all day, too).

So between a mini-trip, sickness, and general exhaustion, not much was done.  All I can say is this:

1.  I finished something… pictures coming soon.
2.  I’m reading Team of Rivals in honor of Lincoln’s upcoming birthday.  Loving it.
3.  Tonight we put in place something I’ve been planning for a few weeks.  I hope we can get it off the ground in our home.
4.  I took care of some specific things for various children.
5.  In several situations I focused on listening better, and was successful.  I learned a lot this week about myself and about others.

Really, what I did this week was spend a lot of time with people in unplanned settings.  I spent time with my parents and siblings.  I spent time with Aunts, Uncles and cousins at the funeral.  I spent time with my baby, lots of it, in the middle of the night on the couch with her crawling all over me while the rest of the family slept.  We spent time with some friends on Friday night.   And I spent 6 hours Saturday helping my daughter and her friend collect data for their Science project.  Tonight I’m reminding myself that I’m seeking the habits so I’ll have more time for people.  This week I needed to spend time with people and it’s ok because people are what life is all about.

Jennifer

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