Thursday, October 10, 2013

Some Of My Thoughts On Motherhood

Erica Messerly posted about Motherhood on her blog "Messerly Moments" a few days ago. Erica is such an inspiration to me of a great mom and a truly good person. I don't even know her that well in person, but I am uplifted by the things she writes! Here is part of what she wrote:

"A few years ago in my last course at BYU we were asked where we want to be in five years.  My answer was "A professional mom".  I didn't just say a stay-at-home mom because I want more than that. Any professional in the business world gets ready everyday, has goals, meets deadlines and craves to learn what they can do to better the company and just because my office is our apartment it doesn't mean I don't do each and everyone of those elements a business professional would do." -Erica Messerly remesserly.blogpot.com

Her thoughts on motherhood mirror mine, and I had been wanting to write about this topic for a while now as well. I love how she uses the phrase "professional mom." I have been struggling with what to call myself over the past few months. There is nothing wrong with "stay-at-home mom" or "homemaker" but for some reason they seem to me to have become "less than" labels (which is a problem in and of itself, I know)...but I like "professional mother" a lot. I kind of wrote about this idea in "My Goal" post, but Erica put my thoughts into words a lot better than I did!

Then, there was a talk given during L.D.S. General Conference last Saturday afternoon that also contributed to these thoughts of mine. "The Moral Force of Women" by Elder D. Todd Christofferson is the talk to which I am referring. You can click on the link if you want to read or listen to the entire talk. It's good.

The part that really stood out to me was this:

". . .Some view homemaking with outright contempt, arguing it demeans women and that the relentless demands of raising children are a form of exploitation. They ridicule what they call “the mommy track” as a career. This is not fair or right. We do not diminish the value of what women or men achieve in any worthy endeavor or career—we all benefit from those achievements—but we still recognize there is not a higher good than motherhood and fatherhood in marriage. There is no superior career, and no amount of money, authority, or public acclaim can exceed the ultimate rewards of family. Whatever else a woman may accomplish, her moral influence is no more optimally employed than here."

Then, today on Facebook I've seen a few links to this blog post by Matt Walsh: "You're a stay-at-home mom? What do you DO all day?"

These three sources have been swimming in my head. I don't totally agree with everything Matt Walsh writes in his post. I think he was a little too harsh. Being a mom with another career and being a stay-at-home mom are just so different, and each person's circumstances are so different. I don't like all the judging that goes on with these things. 

I felt guilty that I chose to go back to work for two and a half months to finish out the school year last year so that I could continue to be paid through the summer, but my husband and I felt like doing this and then quitting my job was the best thing I could do for our family. It was hard to leave my baby, but it was also nice to have time away and do something on my own too. I felt guilty being away from my child, but I also felt guilty that they would have to find someone to replace me and train again the next year. I cried on my last day of work, and I felt sad that I would just be replaced and probably forgotten and most likely not talk to most of the people I had worked with ever again. 

It was hard to adjust back to being home with a baby all day. It felt like I wasn't getting anything done, but I was constantly on the watch and doing something...although that "something" is hard to define with a baby. It was nice to be home all day and be able to catch up on the missed sleep during the day if needed. It was nice to be able to get to know my neighbors better. It's so nice to feel my purpose shift as I anchor myself in our home and send out help to my husband, child, and others from this center. It has simplified my purpose and my objectives and my life, but it's not easy, but it's awesome, but I do wish I had more time to myself, but I feel guilty for wishing that, but I take the time anyway sometimes and read a book (or write this post!) instead of cleaning the house or making dinner...and then I feel guilty...haha. Let's not even mention what happens when I start to compare myself with others moms! 

I've been asked many times if/when I am going to go back to work. Most people are really good about not judging, but you can usually tell their opinion on the subject by the way they ask. That's fine, for the most part. Of course everyone has their own opinion, but I hate that I change the way I answer based on how they ask. I hate that I have kind of apologized for staying home. I hate that I have said "I'm staying home for now, but who knows in a few years?" when I really do know that I never want to go back to work---I want to be a professional mom! I have had a few people hint that I should go back to a career if I want to be found important in their eyes. And I have had others (including my wonderful former principal/boss) say "good for you for doing what you know is best for your family." I wish the decision and the guilt and the expectations and the judgement wasn't so bad for moms. 

Moms, know that you do a lot. Know that what you do IS hard, but worth it and incredible and divine and needed...so very needed! Moms, you know what's best for you and your family. Others will judge, some with valid and honest advice and others (most) without much thought and little caring. Moms, try not to take offense.  You know who to listen to and who to take advice from. You know you're doing your best. 

Keep at it. I am one of you. And I admire you.


Monday, October 7, 2013

Our Love Story---How We Met

Danny and I can’t agree on the actual first time we met. I remember hearing my roommates talk about him, since they had played ultimate Frisbee with him and his roommates in the summer. I knew he was a good, nice guy because of the things they said, but they didn’t say all that much.

How I remember we first met:

During a BYU football game right at the beginning of the school year, I walked over to his apartment with one of my roommates (either Sarah or Randi) to check on the score, since a whole bunch of people were watching the game. I think he answered the door, or else someone else answered and briefly introduced us to everyone there. I didn't think much of it, except to put a face with the name I'd already heard from my roommates. But Danny was so distracted by the game that he doesn’t remember meeting me (anyone who knows him won't be surprised). I probably only remember because my roommates had told me about him before, and I already knew someone named Danny Davis lived in that apartment. (He lived with one of my roommate's brothers during the summer).

How Danny remembers we first met:

Danny's first memory of me is meeting me while waiting outside an office to be set apart for our new callings in our BYU ward. I remember Danny being really friendly and asking each person to spell his or her name so he could remember it better. I really liked how friendly he was. There were four or five of us waiting, and he tried to get to know each of us, where we were from, and how to spell our names. I really admired him for that. But this is all I wrote in my journal about this experience:

Sunday, September 20, 2009

I know I should write in here. But I have no motivation! Ahhh!

Okay, I have to. I feel very strongly that I need to.

Today I was set apart as a family home evening group leader. In the blessing I was given as I was set apart, I was told that my relationships with my roommates and family and others will be strengthened through this calling. I was also told that through my prayers, scripture study, and writing in my journal I will know how to do my calling and what things I should do.

Brother Harrison, the 1st counselor in the Bishopric, set me apart, along with a guy named Daniel Davis, who has red hair and who has paid me the most attention of any guy in my ward so far. I think he is nice, but I don’t know if I am interested.


 . . . There has been a lot of boy excitement in my apartment . . . And I only feel a little left out. At least Dan Davis talked with me today.

I don't know why I called him, "Dan Davis." That seems so weird to me now... And I think it's funny that I mentioned his red hair and that I wasn't so sure I was interested. Haha! Not really love at first sight, huh?

How it actually happened?:

It's funny, because both of these meeting stories might not even be the actual first time, because I found this entry in my journal as well:

Saturday, September 12, 2009
I went to a “Nerdfest” ward activity with Libbi and her cousin Sarah. We dressed up like nerds, ate pizza, and took nerdy quizzes. It wasn’t much fun, but I’m glad I went to support my ward and try to be involved. I did meet one new person, Danny from apartment 20. I think I’ve done well at steadily meeting a few new people.

I totally remember feeling lonely and sad that night. I really didn't have that much fun, but I think I remember Danny talking with me and my friends. I didn't even think much about it!

Guess the important thing is that we continued to get to know each other, no matter how we actually did first meet!

When I first met Danny he wore beanies a lot, and I didn't like it. I don't mind now. :)

Hello! Nice to meet you!
*Click the links below to catch up on the other sections of our love story you might have missed!