Showing posts with label Life Lessons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life Lessons. Show all posts

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Consistency

At the beginning of this school year, I posted our school schedule.  I had high ambitions for how our school days were going to go.  Well, they went all right at first, but never as I had it planned on the schedule.  I kept thinking that somehow we'd follow our schedule a little better "next week".


I should have already known that life with lots of children doesn't go as planned.  Soon, instead of having detailed rigorous days, we were missing more days of school than we were having.  Then I was pregnant and tired, and I wasn't finding as much joy in our school days.  There was always an excuse of why I couldn't sit down and do a three or four hour block of school, so I'd often just give up on it all together, or we'd do devotional and then drift aimlessly after that.

My kids are enrolled in many great classes, and our home environment is packed with educational resources, so it wasn't that they weren't learning.  But the basics weren't getting covered, and I wasn't enjoying "doing school" with them like I used to.  I think I was in an overwhelmed slump.

Bob came to our rescue.  He decided one night that he would plan a fun monthly family activity that anyone who had done their basic lessons would get to participate in.  He would have each child report to him daily about what lessons they had completed.  He decided that the subjects he would ask them about were the "3 R's" (Reading, 'riting, 'rithmetic), and another "R": Religion (personal gospel study).  He told the kids that if they did these four subjects at least 4 days a week for the entire month, they could come with us on our fun activity.

I must admit that I was not too happy about this at first.  For one thing, I kind of felt like he was taking over because I hadn't been doing well enough.  For another, I knew that my checklist for their daily education was for a lot more subjects than just these four.  I thought it would make them do less school than they should.  I protested: "what about spelling, journals, history, science, p.e., etc? etc?"  But Bob explained that he had put thought and prayer into this and he wanted to do it.  I was kind of hesitant about having him check on us every day, but we went ahead.

My kids started doing more school than they'd done in months.  It took our oldest children a little longer than the younger ones, but soon everyone started to be very self-disciplined about making sure their basic lessons were done every day.  Looking forward to the monthly activity was motivating, but the bigger motivation really was the "reporting" to Dad that happened every evening.  Soon, even our 3 year old was saying "Mom!  I need to do my arithmetic!" 

And then miraculous things happened. I started enjoying teaching them again.  I realized that we can fit in their academic studies even during a busy day.  Knowing that I have to watch my little ones report at night made me determined to help them give a good report.  And they weren't just doing those four subjects - they were learning a lot.  Older children were helping younger children with their lessons.  We were discussing the books they were assigned to read, and we were learning about all sorts of things.  I was thinking up fun math activities for my five year old and three year old.  We were writing thank you notes and letters to relatives for writing assignments.  Each of the children were finding quiet time to study the gospel on their own.  The older children weren't resisting me when I reminded them to do their lessons - instead, they were thankful for the reminder.

We were in love with learning again.  And we were all starting to remember that it really takes a short time to do these basic subjects.  If something came up in the morning, we didn't just give up on school, instead we took time in the afternoon to do our "homework". Even during my miscarriage and recovery, school was getting done. 

I think I had been hung up on the "ideal" school schedule in a way that made me just give up on doing school when I was tired or our days got busy (which they almost always do). 

We went bowling for our family activity in January.  Two of our children had missed a week of doing at least one of the subjects.  They did come with us, but they didn't get to bowl.  They were a little grumpy about it at first, but everyone learned a lesson from them.  No one has missed doing all their subjects so far this month. 

Bob and I are even doing this ourselves, adapting the subjects to our responsibilities ("'rithmetic" for Bob is working on his business, "reading" for me is making sure I read aloud to each of our children, etc.). 

Bob has added one more subject for each of the older kids.  He wanted them still to be "R's", so he had to be creative:  "rhythm" (for those children who need to practice piano, violin, cello, or recorder), "reconnoitering" (scout requirements for our boy scouts), "retiring" (for himself and our daughter who has a hard time getting to bed early), and "recreation" (daily exercise for me).

I've pondered a lot on how good it has been for us to do these basic things.  Simplifying and reporting have helped us to accomplish so much more than we were before.  Here is a quote by Elder David Bednar from this article that describes what we've been learning: 


"In order to better understand this principle, please consider Aesop’s fable “The Hare and the Tortoise.” After being taunted repeatedly for being slow, the Tortoise challenged the Hare to a race. As the race began, the two started off together. However, the Hare ran rapidly towards the goal and, seeing that he could easily win, lay down and fell asleep a short distance in front of the finish line. The Tortoise maintained a slow but steady and consistent pace toward the finish line. When the Hare awoke from his nap, he started running as fast as he could, only to find that the Tortoise had won the race.

The Tortoise is a classic illustration of steadiness and persistence. The Hare, on the other hand, is an example of a “spurter”—one who is given to short bursts of spectacular effort followed by frequent and lengthy periods of rest.

A spurt may appear to be impressive in the short run, but steadiness over time is far more effective, far less dangerous, and produces far better results.

Consecutive days of fasting, ultimately, may not be as spiritually edifying as successive months of appropriate fasting and worship on the designated fast Sunday. An attempt to pray one time for several hours likely will not produce the same spiritual results as meaningful morning and evening prayer offered consistently over several weeks. And a single scripture-reading marathon cannot produce the spiritual growth of steady scripture study across many months."

Friday, January 20, 2012

Our Week

This week I had a miscarriage.  Not the happy news that I like to post on our blog, but everyone does need to know that we are no longer expecting.  I will try to not share uncomfortable details, but this will be most of my journal entry too, so I need to share a little bit about this experience.

Monday morning I woke up before 6 am and realized I was having a miscarriage.  I've never had any problems with any of my pregnancies before, and it was a huge shock.  I was devastated.  This has been one of my worst fears, and I had always thought that I had kind of had a deal with God that this would never happen to me.  There were some lessons I needed to learn, though.

I wanted to be alone, so I didn't even wake up Bob.  I didn't know how to tell him.  Heavenly Father knew I needed Bob though, and so when I tried turning on the faucet in the shower, it broke off in my hand.  Bob had to be awakened to a very emotional wife and cold water spraying everywhere, poor guy.  But he was able to talk to me, calm me down, and give me a priesthood blessing.

I know that the words in the blessing came from Heavenly Father.  I am so thankful for a righteous husband and the priesthood in my home.  In the blessing I was told that I would be happy and feel peace.  I thought "But I don't want to feel happy!".  We were also promised that everything would be all right and I was assured that this experience would not limit the number of children that will come to our family.  Both Bob and I felt peaceful after this blessing.  We know that there is another child who wants to come to our family, and we know that it is all right if he or she comes a little later.

Of course, this didn't eliminate all the emotion or sadness that comes with the end of a pregnancy.  The next day at the doctor, an ultrasound showed a fetus that was four weeks smaller than it should be.    There was also a faint but very slow heartbeat.  That was super hard for me, because the heartbeat gave me hope that we might still have a baby.

They couldn't tell us for sure if we were having a miscarriage, but they did a blood test, and I was supposed to come in for another blood test on Wednesday and then we would know for sure.  It was kind of an emotional rollercoaster that day, but whenever I thought back to the feeling that we'd both had that this was just a pregnancy where things didn't form correctly, then I would feel more peaceful.  Even so, it is hard to give up hope, especially when you are tired and in pain.  They told us that if it was a miscarriage, they would give me two weeks for it to happen, and then recommend a D&C. 

Tuesday morning I felt pretty good, and wondered what was going on.  My kids went to music lessons and other commitments and I tried working on my lesson plans for the nature study & science classes that I was supposed to start teaching in our homeschool group the next day.  I had a hard time focusing, but I just didn't know what to do.

In the afternoon my bleeding increased, and I knew that yes, this was a miscarriage for sure.  It felt a lot like labor.  It got worse and worse.  I wasn't too smart, and I ignored the signs of hemorrhaging that the doctor had warned me to watch for.   I thought that I still didn't feel too lightheaded, and I'd rather be home.  I didn't realize how quickly things can change when you are bleeding too much.

In the evening, I was suddenly in extreme pain, almost passing out and throwing up in the bathroom.  It was awful.  Bob was trying to help me, and when he realized how much I had been bleeding, he got me ready to go to the hospital as quick as he could.  I was as pale as could be.  I was so out of it, that I was still saying "should we really go? I might be all right."  He explained that he didn't want to wait an hour to find out that it was too late.  He gave Aliysa a list of phone numbers to call to cancel his early morning seminary class that he was supposed to teach the next day, then carried me down to the car, and we headed to the Emergency Room.

The hours after that were filled with lots and lots of tests.  The doctors were very concerned with my amount of blood loss.  I was praying that they wouldn't immediately do a D&C if it wasn't necessary.  They mentioned it, but they had to do so many tests first.  A lot of the tests took longer than usual since it was the middle of the night.

We were so happy with our nurses and doctors.  The ultrasound tech that was on call was so nice, even though she had to come back to the hospital right after she had gone home for the night.  They were able to find a huge clot (or tissue) that may have been keeping everything from happening correctly.  Once they removed that, I began to improve.  After three different ultrasounds (one with over 63 pictures), they were able to assure me that the miscarriage was complete.  They were very surprised when my blood count came back in the okay range.  I think it may have been from all the greens supplements, Floradix, and chlorophyll that I had been taking all day.  My bleeding finally slowed down and around 2 am they said I could choose whether to sleep at the hospital or go home.  I went home.

When we got home, the house was spotlessly clean, and all the children were asleep in bed.  What amazing children I have!  Jace had made a huge (and I mean huge) pot of Chicken tortilla soup earlier in the day, so everyone had yummy food to eat.  Zach had made my bed and put this note on it:

We exhaustedly fell asleep after 3am.  I slept almost the entire day on Wednesday.

I am so thankful for the friends and family who let me talk to them through this experience, who loved us and prayed for us.  How blessed we are to have you in our lives.

I am in amazed and humbled by the kindness shown to our family through meals delivered, homemade bread and jam, rides for our children, e-mails and phone calls, understanding about my classes being cancelled, and everything else.  I know that bringing a meal to a family of eleven people is a huge task!  It is such a help, because life gets hard for everyone when mom is out of commission.  Thank you everyone! 

I feel so grateful and amazed that my body was able to realize that something was wrong, and that I could miscarry completely in only two days.  It is a miracle, really.

And I am so thankful for the peace I've felt through this.  I am thankful that I am recovering.  I am still very pale and lightheaded, and I've had massive headache for two days, but I'm starting to feel like life will get back to normal.