Thank you, beautiful stranger. You taught me a valuable lesson.

This happened a couple of weeks ago but I feel the need to publicly say thank you to a woman I will probably never see again. I was at Hobby Lobby with Camilla trying to pick out some last minute Christmas decorations. I could literally spend hours and hours inside of that store and spend hundreds of dollars, but I digress. Anyway, I was talking to Camilla and asking her which decorations she liked and disliked. Yes, I know she can’t understand me but I like to think she can. If she smiles, then I take that as yes and put whatever I have in the cart (and that is how I spend too much money at Hobby Lobby). There were these two snotty teenagers who apparently had nothing better to do than smirk and laugh at the crazy lady talking to a baby. Personally, I could give two hoots about what they think of me and I kept on doing what I was doing. A few minutes went by and their snickering got a little louder and I heard them say “That chick is so stupid. Does she KNOW her baby can’t understand a damn word she’s saying?” I ignored them but a sweet, sweet lady standing at the end of the aisle couldn’t. She turned to them and said, “That chick, is a mother who obviously loves her daughter very much. That baby may not be able to understand what she is saying, but believe you me, she can feel the love that her mom has for her. Maybe if your mom had treated you that way, you wouldn’t be behaving the way you are right now. Maybe if more parents paid their babies the attention that this woman is showing hers, we wouldn’t have so many punks running around our streets.” Then she turned to me and said “What is your daughter’s name?” I said “Camilla.” Then she said to me, “Keep doing what you do. You are a beautiful mother and Camilla can sense every ounce of love you show to her. She may not understand it now, but one day she will.” She gave me a hug, rubbed Camilla’s cheek and walked away.

So I say “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” to that beautiful I woman I may never see again. I didn’t get a name and she didn’t even give me a chance to thank her in person. I was having kind of a crummy day that day, but she didn’t know that. She didn’t know that her comment and hug completely made my day. Sometimes I feel the need to speak up in situations like this and sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. I think from now on, I will.

All We Need is Love

There is something I have to get off my chest. I know that I don’t always have a popular opinion and that’s okay. I’m used to it. Over the weekend, gay marriage was allowed in Utah. I was shocked at the status updates filling my Facebook wall. I have a lot of homosexual friends and a lot of friends with family members who are homosexual. Do I agree with their lifestyle? No. But they may not agree with mine either. BUT, just because I happen to believe something different than they do, it does NOT give me the right to take away their happiness by being judgmental and plain mean.
A lot of things have changed for me in the very, very short time I’ve been a mother. Lynette, I’m calling you out! Listening to all of the stories you have told me about what your son has gone through have always touched me but since Camilla has been born, they have even more so. Numerous times I’ve gone home after having one of our dinners and cried because I can’t imagine the pain he has felt and the pain you’ve felt as a mother trying to protect her son. I also can’t imagine the joy you felt hearing the news last week. The way you changed your views and how you’ve worked to give your son the best life possible will always be an example to me.
Of course my religious beliefs play a big role in what I think about the whole situation, but my parents have always taught me that we should never, ever judge another human being (thanks Mom and Dad!). We were not put on this Earth to judge our fellow man, we were put here to love and support our fellow man. I have never heard in any teachings to love when it is only easy or convenient. My favorite primary song says “As I have loved you, love one another” it doesn’t say “as I have judged you, judge one another”, or “As I have loved you, love when it is convenient for you”. Regardless of what my beliefs are, it is not my place (or anybody’s) to place judgment on another person for how they live their life. I would not want that. The way I live my life may be in the minority when compared to the rest of the world, but that doesn’t give anybody else the right to ridicule or make fun of me. It’s my choice and my life. The same goes with homosexuality. Just because it may be in the minority and different from how the rest of the world lives their lives, gives NOBODY the right to belittle those who live that way. When and if, we are judged for our choices and the way we’ve lived our lives, it will not be up to you or I to make those judgments. Those are reserved for a higher power. I for one, do not want to be on the wrong side of “Why didn’t you love your fellow men? Why did you judge those so harshly when you were so far from perfect yourself? Why did you go out of your way to make one of my children unhappy?” I intend to be able to look God straight in the eye and say “I loved even those I could not agree with. I loved those who were different from me and I tried my best to share in the joys of others.” Am I wrong to believe that way? Maybe. But I feel much more at peace living my life that way than I would if I were living my life trying to take whatever happiness others could have away from them. I don’t believe that is my place. I choose to go on living my life the way that makes me happy and I intend to let others do the same without making them feel like they are a lesser human being.
Rant over. I’m stepping off of my soapbox.
And Merry Christmas! :)

2013, You've Been GOOD to me.

It was about this time last year that we found out we were pregnant with Camilla. I don't think I've told many the story because it wasn't necessarily the easist time of my life. Although, this last year has had its ups and downs, it's been one of the best of my life. We never find out what we are capable of until we are tested. If we were never weak, we'd never learn to be strong. Without falling, we would not know how to get up. I am reminded of this time after time after time.

July 2012 we had a miscarriage. I was sad. I was upset. I was confused. I was heartbroken. I was so scared to even try to get pregnant again because I was so afraid of having another miscarriage and I did not think that I was emotionally ready to handle another heartbreak like that. After much prayer, we decided to try again. In December we found out we were pregnant. We were so happy! And I was terrified. A few days later, I ended up in the ER. After an ultrasound, the ER doctor determined I probably had an ectopic pregnancy. Heartbreak. Again. I immediately made an appointment with my OB. We had some tests done, some bloodwork done, and I was told all was probably okay. A couple of days later, I got a call from my doctor's office and they told us to come in to the office on Christmas Eve. CHRISTMAS EVE. All I thought was, "on a holiday?! That's NEVER a good sign!" John took my hand and told me to stay positive and that everything always finds a way to fix itself. No matter what the problem is. We went to our appointment and had our ultrasound. They found a cyst. And an 8 week old baby! CHRISTMAS MIRACLE! Everything seemed to be fine and our baby was growing.

Fast forward 8 months and we found out I was having some problems with my liver and we'd have to deliver early. I don't think I've ever been more scared in my life. I felt unprepared. I thought I had 3 weeks left to get everything (and myself) ready for this baby. We checked in to the hospital Saturday at 11:30 PM. 26 hours of labor later and Camilla was in our arms! The amount of love that I instantly had for this new human being was incredible. It's true, you just don't know until you have one of your own. I love this girl more than anything. I would give my life for her in an instant. She's been such a blessing for our family. She can be a nightmare. She can be a diva. She keeps me up all night and makes doing homework an impossible a feat as willing myself into outer space. But I wouldn't trade her for anything in this world. I can't imagine our lives without her.

Last month, we spent a couple of days at Primary Children's where we found out Camilla has kidney reflux. It's scary but we are blessed enough that it's not severe and we can moderate it with medication.

2013 also brought me a new job. I honestly applied for funsies. I never thought I'd get the job but lo and behold, God was looking down on us. It's an incredible opportunity for my family and I intend to make the most of it. Every day I'm reminded of how lucky I am to have my health and that John has his. We are both able to work and take care of one another and give Camilla the things she needs. While we may not be rich or roll around in 100 dollar bills, we have what we need and we have enough to help others when they need it.

2013, I'm thankful for the roller coaster you've provided so far. I've learned that John and I can get through anything if we trust in each other and the plan that God has for us and not the plan that WE have for each other. While I would have preferred to never go through the emotional strain of a miscarriage, I appreciate so much the miracle that Camilla is. While I wish I could stay home with Camilla, I'm grateful that John and I both have jobs, that we have a roof over our heads, we have cars to take us to work, we have health insurance for when we need it. I have an amazing family and incredible friends. Here's to 2014!I hope you are as exciting as was the year before you.