Because I Had Children

When my daughter Marly (class of 2013) was a freshman, we told her it would be so great to be a part of the beginning of a new high school. She would be part of the group that created a culture, started traditions, and got the sports and clubs off to a good start. I told her there would be sacrifices to be made to be a part of the first wave of students from the school. There certainly were frustrations and many tears but she loved her experience as a whole. She was and still is a proud Coyote alumni, but this isn't about her. Drew and me at his 8th grade promotion May 2011 Those early classes paved the way for your class, the class of 2015, the group of kids who would be on our campus for five whole years because of the 8th grade academy. You have seen the very beginnings, the good as well as the bad and are now part of the greatest class in our school's history. That doesn't take anything away from the previous classes because that's the goal, right? To get be...

Day 25 - Weather poem inspired by another poem (I chose Shel Silverstein's Sick. "I cannot go and hang with you." Said my sweet boy whose name is Drew. "I have a cough, sore throat and a rash, my head hurts, I just want to crash. My tummy hurts, my toe might be broke, the way I feel is not a joke. See the thing right next to my eye? I think I'm coming down with a stye. My fingers are numb, I must sit on my bum. What's that you say? Free golf today? All of a sudden I'm feeling better. It must because of the wonderful weather." Day 26 - Monorhyme Poem Club Wrestling for kids These tiny little wrestlers are cute. It's hard not to sit here and root. I write my poems and try to stay mute. Until one of them lets a big toot. And the big guy that thinks he's a brute. Goes after the kid in hot pursuit. Until his pants fall, his poor sweat suit. The entire display is such a hoot. Day 27 - Rictameter Effort Work is strugg...

I love April. I love it for its weather, track season and end of school activities but most of all I love it for poetry month. I always look forward to my friend Stephanie as she challenges us with a new type of poetry every day. You can find her blog and links to her poetry challenges by clicking  here . You won't be disappointed. But, as this month always seems to do, I get busy and run out of time to write something every day on social media. I carry around my notebook and jot down my lines as they come to me. This month I traveled with my oldest daughter and had no access to the computer to share my poems so I'll share a bunch of them here for all five of you who read me. Explanations can be found back on Stephanie's blog on how to create your own poetry. Day 12 - A poem about your favorite book (Mrs .Mike by Benedict and Nancy Freeman) Katherine Mike, a woman of strength Moved to a land unfamiliar. Found purpose, overcame danger and enjoyed true love In the wi...

Dear Parent, I know you don't want to hear this but it has to be said. Stop Complaining. Everybody is tired of hearing how you don't think your child's team is run the way you want it to or that your kid isn't first chair in the band but you think they ought to. Have you been to practice to see the daily effort your child gives? Have you volunteered to come offer some extra help to keep the group functioning so that the coach can spend the time coaching and not organizing fundraisers, organizing meals or scheduling the concession stand? Having coached a variety of sports for the last few years, my husband and I are always surprised at the amount of complaining that goes on. You know that person in the stands talking to himself so loudly that everyone around can hear him, "This coach doesn't have any idea what he's doing...what is that coach thinking? Are we even watching the same game?" Many times this is the same person who drops off the ...

This week I was released from a calling in my church I held for over 5 years. I served as a liason for LDS Family Services supporting the AddictionRecovery Program as well as serving as a birth parent volunteer working with unwed and pregnant mothers. I remember I was eight months pregnant with my eighth child when I was called. I was sure it was a mistake and they called the wrong person. I felt so completely overwhelmed. It took several months before I felt comfortable with my calling and from then on, it only deepened my testimony of how  much the Lord loves each of his children individually and personally. I'd like to share three things I learned that will hopefully help others understand the purpose of LDS Family Services and its programs. 1 - Our Father in Heaven loves us no matter what. The Lord in his wisdom has created programs and resources to promote the emotional, physical and spiritual aspect of each of our lives. The Addiction Recovery Program is one wa...