Letters of the past, present and future...

This past week I was looking over some letters I have written and others have written to me.  I thought I'd like to start a series of letters.  Tid bits of love saved for myself and others for a later time.  I appreciate reading these and have been impressed to share some.  If it's not your thing, then move right along…

Letter to my daughter and future fiancé:

Dear Emmeline Sage and STBSIL,                                                                  February 15, 2015

I am dumbfounded that you are getting married!!!  Right now, you barely even talk about boys but you do smile oddly when a cute boy walks by or yell at me when I say hi to the popular boys at school.   I know you like them but are afraid to talk about it.  Just like you blush and try to avoid talking about puberty and the facts of life. ;)

Emme you have an amazing talent to love others.  You have a gift of a tender heart.  You love your family.  I love watching you with your friends and with your siblings.  You can play with Eva as well as you can play with our 18 year old babysitter!  You will accomplish so much!  I know you will want to study, what, I don’t know.  Whatever it is, you will do it fantastically.  My guess is you will desire to serve a mission.  Now, I think that would be a fantastic opportunity for you and that you could help many find Jesus Christ, but if you choose not to go and get married instead, I will know it is because you felt it in your heart that God wanted not to go.

Emme, you are at a critical point in your life right now.  I know that you will make the best decision to marry the right man.  However, look at your fiancé:  Does he work hard like your Dad? Is he a worthy priesthood holder like your Father?  Does he love you and puts you second in his life, first being God?  Does he want kids and is he good to his Mom? 

Being a wife and a mother is not easy.  However all the hard work is worth it!  I have you, just as a small example! ;)  Don’t put off having kids!  They are the true joy in life!  I find it a privilege to be a wife to a man that loves God more than me and who is a fantastic Father!  You are so incredible lucky; you were raised by a prefect Dad.  Yes, no one is perfect but he was the perfect fit to raise you!  Emme once you learn to embrace motherhood, with all the messes and sleepless nights you will find a joy that I can’t express.  Stay home with your kids; you will never see them take their first steps again.  I am blessed to do that.  I have loved watching you grow!  You have surpassed all my expectations!  You are rare!

Now soon to be son-in-law, welcome to the family.  Enter if you dare!  We are so thrilled that Emme has chosen you and you have chosen her!  She is a rare rose among thorns.  Now, I expect you to know this and remember this for the rest of your life, Emme is as precious to me as water is to a traveler in the Sierra’s.   Now, I have been tempted to threaten you if you hurt my daughter in the slightest, but I too have been married a long time and know it is not easy, so I know there will be pain, but let me teach you how to love a woman deeply and she will respond and love you beyond your understanding; listen to all the craziness, even if it doesn’t make sense, scratch that, especially when it doesn’t make sense, all she needs is a nod and say, “I know, that’s just crazy.”  Give Emme wings to fly!  She loves to do her own thing but she will always return home to her sounding board, aka, you.  Women need to get out and socialize and not feel guilty.  Let her go, smile and clean up while she’s gone.  She will respond will affection and respect.  Encourage her to remember her true heritage.  She is a beloved daughter of God.  PLEASE, treat her as such!

Now that all the counsel is over, you’ll notice that I didn’t hound on Emme as much, there is a reason.  I had 18 years to already do that, if she hasn’t figured out yet, good luck STBSIL!  You’ve got this!

Love,

Mom from the past

PS I love you more!

I Won the Lottery!!!!!!!!

There is no other way to express my excitement than the feelings of winning the lottery.  I came home from a long and wonderful Spring Break to San Diego and Mesa when I opened my door to a perfectly clean house.  I thought at first I should pat myself on the back, "Impressive Auna Leigh, way to be on top of things!"  Then I looked around a bit more and I noticed my blinds were clean, my carpets were WASHED, my floors mopped, towels were washed and folded, a new Turban Twist hung by my shower, kid towels were sewn and folded.  I always thought myself to be pretty clean, but dang, never THAT clean.

I knew only one person in the world crazy enough to clean my whole house, with the time and love for me.  I walked next door and pounded on the door, "Ms. Maybury you've got some explaining to do!!!!"  Seriously, what kind of person cleans your house, top to bottom just to, "Pay it Forward"!?  I asked my sister this and she said, "Not your sister!"

I have lived in the same house for now six years and I have had many neighborly acts of kindness that have lifted me and given my self-esteem wings to fly, but this had to take the cake.  Ms. Maybury already watches my kids with no warning, tutors my son in speech, wakes up at 5:40am to kick my butt at the gym, cooks me yummy sugar cookies, walks with me in a storm to return library books, etc.

Everyone needs a little Ms. Maybury in their life.  I am sorry if you don't.  I think I'd go crazy if I didn't have that bundle of joy and service within reach.  I am forever grateful that the Lord has put an earthly angel right next door that has given me more than I am worthy of accepting.  Sometimes in life you give and you give and you give and then other times your windows open and the Lord pours blessings in.  Mine comes in with a hearty laugh, the biggest grin you've ever seen, jeans, tennis shoes and a heart of gold.

So, Thank You friend, thank you other friend who wishes to be unnoticed!  I love you both with a kind of love that only one has for an angel in their life, Christlike love.  You two made me feel like I'd won the lottery!  I guess I did, to have friends that would break into my house and clean every nook and cranny.  Thank you God giving me these angels.

PS.  I wished I took pictures of my home when I walked in, but within 30 seconds it looked like a bomb went off.  Oh the joys of motherhood!

swimming in wet clothes

Tonight as I was trying to relax and unwind in the tub, while using my nebulizer, I know, you can imagine how uncool I looked.  Maybe you were more worried about me getting shocked.  In case of the later, I'm writing so, we're goooood.  While in the tub my two littlest earthly angels made their debut in my bath completely clothed.  They laid there in there tight little clothes suctioned to their skin.  Now they are running around in there wet jeggings.  I should get them dressed, heck I should get dressed, but as Disney Channel plays in the back ground I sit down to pour my heart out.

I love my kids.  I love my life.  I feel blessed more and more every day, but that doesn't mean there are days I feel like I am swimming in my clothes, more like drowning. You get the picture?  I sat in Sunday School yesterday as we were taught how to best help our children to learn.  Hands were raised steadily through the hour lesson and example after example were given and I sat there with my hand in my lap and my mind racing for ideas to share.  

The thing is I am usually one of THOSE people that fellow classmates hate, but teachers love.  I usually have something to share that has worked or hasn't worked for me.  This last Sunday was different, I kept thinking, I have no clue what I am doing.  I really feel like I am winging it, 90% of the time.  Honestly, I'm treading water in the massive pond of Motherhood.  To tell you the truth, I hate Mommy blogs, whether its crafts, parenting, food, etc.  Yes, I am well aware I am a mother blogging! 

So I am keeping it real; I have no grand plan on Motherhood, no cleaning plan that works, no dinner schedule that dazzles the masses, my baby sitting co-op is slowly dying, I don't have a workout routine guaranteed to shed the weight, nor do I care to work it off right now.  I lack in so many areas it makes my head spin.  I am just trying to stay afloat.  

I have a quote in my home, well actually I have a few of them, that reads "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain."  It doesn't tell you had to harness the storm, or the five steps to a cleaner, brighter happier sky, but to simply dance.  Flippin' DANCE.  I had these shoes I used to wear to dances in high school and I'd say, "They make me jump higher, run faster and dance like no ones watching."  Turn up the music and dance to your own craziness!

Here's to the crazy Mom's who roll down the windows and blast their horns when they drop their teenager off;  the Mom who finds an extra pair of kid socks in your sweatshirt sleeve; the Mom who forgets snacks and zip locks popcorn for the starving first graders; the Mom who shows up late to a daughter half time performance, etc.  You rock!  We mom's adore you!  All of us stand by and wish we had your style, your patience, your attitude, your hair and your adorable smile.  Power to the moms!  Keep swimming.  

train wreck

Not too long ago I got caught in a scary predicament.  I was a voice in the dangerous gossip train and the conductor blew the whistle.  Everyone was ordered to stay aboard as I was kicked off.  As I fell, it hurt.  There were tears and heart ache.  I hated watching the train pull out and my friends look the other way.  I saw the whispers behind my back, the look over the shoulder to make sure I wasn't listening.  I knew I should have kept my mouth shut tight and never boarded that train, but I had to climb aboard to notify one fellow passenger.  One.  It just took one.   

It wasn't a fun story to tell, it was full of heart ache, deception, secrets and lies of others.  I was abandoned that day, stuck in a rut, hurt deep to the bone because I had cause so much pain for my friend.  I thought, "If only she could see the truth, she would know I am a good person.  She would love me.  She would see me as honest.  And then the guilt would be gone.   I wouldn't feel so darn sad and lonely."

Well as all secrets do, the truth leaked out.  This time my friend took initiative and got the answers she needed.  When I heard, my heart sank.  The relief I had anticipated never came, my heart felt heavier because it was all true and my friend was hurting and there was nothing I could do.

I tell my daughter who is in the pit of drama, aka, middle school, to keep her mouth shut.  Remember the phrase, "If you ain't got nothn' nice to say, don't say nothn' at all."  It's that simple.  Or at Dieter F. Uchdorft once said, "Stop it."  In a General Conference for my church he said, "This topic of judging others could actually be taught in a two-word sermon. When it comes to hating, gossiping, ignoring, ridiculing, holding grudges, or wanting to cause harm, please apply the following:

Stop it!"

Six months after this ordeal I overheard some women discussing my friends predicament, good friends.  I sat by and didn't participate, thinking I was safe for not casting a stone.  Not until another gal spoke up and said, "Can we please stop talking about this.?  I just really love her and don't want to hurt her."  I sat back, I may not have been participating but I was doing nothing to stop it or protect my friend.

It's been now over two years and finally this friend will smile at me and pull me into her arms.  Before the holidays I saw her and she told me she loved me.  I know her life is far from peachy but to see her heart soften and accept me for my imperfections soothes my soul.

I pray that we can accept others for who they are. Period. Friends need people to have their backs when the rain hits.  Friends need someone to hold their hands and have a shoulder they can cry on.  Don't be sucked into the drama.  Stand up for your friends.  Love them all the time. 

So when the gossip train arrives at your station and blows the whistle to welcome you aboard, don't hesitate to throw the nearest elephant on the tracks. STOP IT, before it leaves a train wreck at your station.

Love you- Auna Leigh