Monday, April 1, 2013

Understanding

Yesterday was the traditional choir Easter program in our ward. I have never been in such a musically gifted ward before. We have former music teachers and members of the Orchestra on Temple Square, a bounty of gifted singers and many, many talented pianists. I always look forward to the Christmas and Easter programs because I know I will leave filling so blessed by the power music has to convey spiritual truths.

This year's selections highlighted so many of my favorite hymns, especially an amazing men's choir rendition of 'Lord, I Would Follow Thee'. In between the numbers, passages and scriptures were given by a narrator. About half way into the program, whole making the point that the are worse things than death, the narration spoke specifically about the trials in life that are worse than dying. While a number of examples were given, there were three that really struck me as ignorant and insensitive. Now, let me preface my criticism with the firm knowledge that I know the sweet lady who was the narrator was not relating her own opinion, but text that was given to her. I hold no ill will towards her at all. In truth, I hold no ill will to whomever wrote it; I just wish they thought over their choice of examples. The three examples of "fate worse than death" were being born mentally impaired, being blind, and being deaf. First, I am very blessed to have a disabled sister. In spite of the added challenges it has brought into her life and will continue to bring, she has joy in her life. She relishes in her successes and being able to prove people wrong. She has a strong testimony of the love of our Savior and touches all those who meet her with it. She finds happiness and fulfillment in serving and working with those who are more profoundly disabled than her. I can't imagine my sister being a better person without her disabilities- maybe she'd have an easier life, but as it is her life is how God intended it to be, and I am so grateful to be a part of it.

I don't think I have to expand too much on why the blind or deaf comments bugged me. The moment they were uttered, I turned to James and said (rather loudly) "there is absolutely nothing wrong with my boys. They are going to live happy, successful lives like everyone else. They'll just happen to do it blind". It bothers me so much when people think that blind or hearing impaired people are disabled; the only disability they have is people assuming they can't do something. It makes my skin crawl when people suggest that my boys learn to play the piano because "all blind people are good at that!" Breaking down the stereotypes and expectations is something I have to fight with my boys from time to time when a classmate asks how they can be an artist if they can't see, or any other profession that "needs" sight. It has taken many conversations and google sessions to convince Noah that the only thing he can't become as a blind person is a pilot or a surgeon, and even then who knows? There may be advances in technology that make even that possible. I know the same stereotypes are placed on deaf individuals. Blind and deaf people do not need pity. Not is theirs a fate worse than deaf. They are exactly who they are supposed to be. A long time ago, when Noah was first diagnosed, I talked to him about why God wanted him to be blind. He was very emotional and scared, as any child would be. In one of those moments where you feel Heaven's presence right beside you, I testified to Noah that he knew before he was even born that he would have these challenges. That he promised his Heavenly Father that he would accept any and all callings He had, and that our Father knew Noah could handle them because he was so very strong and faithful. Over the last six years, Noah has found comfort and understanding in that promise: that those who are given extra challenges in this life were given them because Heavenly Father knew they could not only handle them, but flourish and find happiness in them.

I guess the reason I wanted to share this is to ask everyone, including myself, to think twice before assuming that because someone is different that there is something "wrong" with them. We are all exactly who God created us to be. Problems are all about perspective: What seems like a mountain to one might be a mole hill to another. I cannot fathom losing a child. Every time I think about the pain of watching a child struggle through cancer, I silently think "at least my boys aren't in pain or fighting for their lives. They can grow and be happy and successful". So for me, there is a whole world of things worse than being blind.





Sunday, March 31, 2013

Don't They Worry About Slivers????

Just a random thought.....

Who decided it was perfect staging to have a couple just up on a table/desk/other flat, hard surface and just go at it? I was just watching Smash and in the closing scene the couple that's been dancing around the "will the or wont they" question for waaaay too many episodes (thankfully not as many as the Ross/Rachel tango) finally seem to be there, then can't actually commit. I was actually emotionally involved enough to want to scream at the dumb guy to open his mouth and quit being such a wuss. Then as soon as all hope is lost, the guy bursts in a kisses the girl and my heart melted and then he threw her on the cluttered kitchen table and.....wait, what??? You mean to tell me that you've expended all this time, effort and emotion in "the chase" and your best move is chucking her on to the closest horizontal surface???? And shame on you, girl who I can't remember your name, for being okay with that (at least I assume she was- I turned it off at that point). Please television writers, we are not mindless robots that don't notice when you pull the same shtick out of the bag that was seen on Days of Our Lives earlier in the afternoon. You should probably assume that at least half of your (very few) viewers have moderate intelligence.

Rant over. I'll go to bed now.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Raising the Bar

Sadly, this display is not even close to being an all time low in our Easter Basket attempts. Last year the kids woke up to boxes of cereal and 2 liters. And then there was two years ago when I put their "bunny" stuff into left over Walmart bags. The fact that I actually separated their candy into see-through bags AND put their names on them has got to count for something this year. I willingly admit I suck at Easter; sorry kids! Luckily you have awesome grandparents who spoil you rotten!

Horny Cat: Looking For Some "Sex in the City"

So big news around our house. It has been confirmed that Cat is in fact a girl. We know this because she has been whining non stop, and when she's not whining she's rubbing herself on everything and everyone. James googled her behavior and apparently it all screams "I'm in heat. Come get me boys!". Her frequent butt displays are her way of letting off pheromones to mark her territory. I guess James is her territory because she went up to him at least a dozen times, turned around, lifted her tail and displayed that bum to the world. Later she did the same thing to Taylor's BFF so I think Cat is bisexual. She must have felt safe coming out to us because she knows we're Democrats ;)

Anyway, here's the face of the horniest Cat in the city..... Boys (or girls), please don't come get her. She's getting fitted for a chastity belt ASAP.



Thursday, March 28, 2013

Getting old

It is so surreal to get college and university recruitment letters in the mail for Tay almost daily now. How has time gone by so fast??


Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Why are we so purty??? This is what happens at 2.5 hour doctor appointments and the ensuing evening at home









Hunchie

Here's a few views of Hunchie aka. Gollum. Tay named it herself so no need to think I'm a terribly mean mom, although I am for many other reasons :) I'm off to take her to yet another appointment, this time with her Pediatrician to see what they found in her blood work. Keep praying for answers!