Tag: blogging

From back when it all began

From back when it all began

On my birthday in 2006–I think that was the year–, I had an idea for a website: one in which moms could share ideas that would help them with raising their children. The idea came on the coat tails of an experience I had with 

Now on Instagram! (and Facebook)

Now on Instagram! (and Facebook)

Ever since we got our puppy, my blogging time has been whittled down to nearly non-existent. Then one day it occurred to me that I could have more than one Instagram account, and that I could create a Insta account for my blog! Blogging problem 

Righteous goals that fire your imagination

Righteous goals that fire your imagination

Some of my life goals

I couldn’t sleep last night from about 2:11 am to nearly 6 am. During that time, I listened to an interview on the Mormon Channel with the “Iron Cowboy,” an extremely determined member of my church from Utah who recently finished 50 Iron Man triathlons in 50 consecutive days in 50 states.

Talk about crazy!

I would never have a desire to do that, but I love that he set such an incredibly challenging goal and accomplished it. With the purpose of bringing awareness to the problem of childhood obesity, he mentioned  how parents can set the example for their children of eating healthily and exercising.

I know what he’s talking about. Yesterday I started praying to eat less, because it is so easy to slip into the habit of overeating and eating foods that aren’t the best fuel for my body. That’s what I have been doing lately–overeating. And I haven’t done as well exercising in the last 2 weeks, and I haven’t been feeling as well because of it. So I wanted to get back on track yesterday. It felt good to exercise more self-control yesterday. I am grateful to be able to pray for help. I need that help!

The commentator of the radio show shared a quote at the end that inspired me. She read,

“I urge you to examine your life. Determine where you are and what you need to do to be the kind of person you want to be. Create inspiring, noble, and righteous goals that fire your imagination and create excitement in your heart. And then keep your eye on them. Work consistently towards achieving them” (Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin, “Life’s Lessons Learned” April 2007 general conference).

I love that phrase “righteous goals that fire your imagination.”

Yesterday when I was driving home from dropping the children off at school, I had such a huge desire to write. It’d been such a hard morning, with overly tired children having melt-downs (“reentry” after late-night vacation nights). So I came home and wrote, and it felt so good! I haven’t been writing regularly because this year’s family schedule has been so full, and I have felt that writing is just not as much of a priority as other things, like exercise, preparing meals, laundry, working on finances, and other preparations for the day. But yesterday as I wrote, I had such a desire to write every day. And that was the first thing I thought about when I was thinking about the Iron Cowboy’s goal. Writing everyday would be a challenge akin in some ways to what he did–at least for me!–because of how it would require me to make big extra efforts other places to have that time and still accomplish the work that I need to accomplish at home. But it is a goal that “fires my imagination.” I love to write, to share! I don’t know how much good it is doing for anyone else, but I love it! So I’m contemplating if the timing for that goal  is now or later.

I also have to say that I LOVED Elder Wirthlin’s talk. His football stories were both hilarious and inspiring! Talk about mothers as leaders! He also mentioned the power of other leaders he had in his youth–his football coach and a Bishop (I’m guessing it was his Bishop)–and how that leader inspired the young men that he was leading, and how those young men then became leaders:

“Each week during priesthood meeting, Bishop Perschon had the Aaronic Priesthood bearers recite the following phrase: ‘Priesthood means service; bearing the priesthood, I will serve.’

“It wasn’t merely a slogan. When widows needed assistance, Bishop Perschon and the Aaronic Priesthood were there to help. When a chapel was being built, Bishop Perschon and the Aaronic Priesthood were there. When the sugar beets and potatoes at the welfare farm needed weeding or harvesting, Bishop Perschon and the Aaronic Priesthood were there.

“Later, William Perschon served in the stake presidency, where he influenced a young bishop by the name of Thomas S. Monson. In the 1950s, Bishop Perschon was called to preside over the Swiss-Austrian Mission and played an instrumental role in building the first “overseas” temple, located in Bern, Switzerland.

“You could scarcely think of Bishop Perschon without thinking of his concern and compassion for others and his untiring commitment to teach that same quality to others. Of the young men in the Aaronic Priesthood over whom he presided as bishop, 29 went on to become bishops themselves. Ten served in stake presidencies. Five became mission presidents, three accepted calls as temple presidents, and two served as General Authorities.2

“That is the power of a great leader, brethren. That is the power of service.”

The photo above shows 3 framed pages, 2 of which contain “some of my life goals.” Lane found these papers once a long time ago, and he thought they were so indicative of my personality and loved them so much that he framed them for me, to match the framing that I had done of the project that brought us together in the first place.  I was kind of embarrassed at first, but really it’s just kind of fun (and funny!) to read some of the dreams I had when I made this list back in high school.

Life goals bucket list

There are a lot of goals that I didn’t achieve or won’t ever achieve, and I’m good with that. I notice that my goals can change over time. For example, I stopped taking ballet after my freshman year in high school, which means that I must have written this list when I was about 14, I’m guessing (even though on the framed page, Lane wrote that I was 15 or 16). I wanted to do other things, and ballet was tipping the scale. Plus, I didn’t want to be seen in a leotard by anyone I knew. (I was very self-conscious of my appearance as a teenager.)

And I wasn’t valedictorian or even salutatorian, and that’s OK, too. I really admired those who were! I had a reasonable GPA and went to college with an academic scholarship, so I was grateful for that.

But I DID serve a mission, which was a life-changing goal. I have learned to make gourmet foods, thanks to my dad and my children. I have sewn a prom dress. I have read all the books of scripture (and even some of other religions, such as the Baghavad gita, parts of the Koran, and Confucius’ analects). I would love to use my French to study in France someday, or simply visit there for a prolonged period of time. I have taught a class or two.

I have 69 on the list. Ha! My life’s not over yet!

Goals make a difference! Talk about teaching youth to lead: the Young Women leaders and Personal Progress program of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints was what got all this going for me in the first place!

So we’ll see if that daily writing goal can really work in my life right now.

Or if I just need to keep working on getting back to sleep in the middle of the night…



In my own little corner

In my own little corner

I have had some growing desire to improve my blog, to make it more accessible, more hospitable, more helpful. So I surfed the internet for 5 minutes to see what well-organized, lovely blogs might be out there. It only took 5 minutes for me to 

SOS: Learning to yell

SOS: Learning to yell

Daylight savings. Two words that evoke a whole slough of negative thoughts, words, and emotions. The thought alone makes me want to yell. I woke up just after 4 am (the new time) this morning, grateful to have slept through the night (almost 6 hours!), 

3T: Sliding into home base

3T: Sliding into home base

sliding-into-home-plateWhen looking for an image for this post, I came across a little piece of US history: a women’s baseball league. What fascinates me about this picture is that they are wearing those skirts! Seriously? Sliding into home base in a skirt?

Truth is stranger than fiction!

This end period of the school year (from March to June) feels like a very long and very packed stretch from third base to home for me. There are always so many things happening: spring sports, recitals, end-of-year homework projects and celebrations, wrapping up school volunteer responsibilities. And this year I’m also counting the days until it is all over!

One of my personal weaknesses is handling the stress of the various events and commitments that come along with my family. I’m better at it than I used to be, but some days are better than others. One of my coping methods is to write. Another is to put something less pressing away for a while–like writing–and come back to it when some of the deadlines and events have passed.

So that is what I’m doing today. I love to write so much that I think about it all the time. No joke. I’m compose posts in the night when I can’t sleep. It’s a passion for me, and I’m still learning to bridle it. I could write for hours and let all responsibilities go by the wayside! So I decided that if I’m going to help Julia find that elusive prom dress (that fits in our budget and modestly fits and looks like she hopes), get Rebecca to all of her choir performances, help Eliza get to track and dance, keep Peter and Anna practicing their instruments, wrap up the music program and my kindergarten teaching and keep teaching Primary, be present at the family wedding AND sleep at night, something’s gotta give.

And it can’t be my sanity.

So I’m going to have to do what I’ve done before: push pause.

I’ll have my little blogcation and then I’ll be back. It ain’t gonna be easy, trust me!

But then summer will be here. Ahhhhh.

Happy Sliding into Home Base,

Liz 🙂

P.S. I was just thinking right now: I’ll just write one more tiny post, which made me think of this hilarious cookie jar my mom bought once for my step-dad. He had diabetes AND a fondness for food. Especially sweet food. So they had a policeman cookie jar that when you lifted the cap said something like, “Step away from the cookie jar.” All of us had to lift the lid when we came over just to hear it say that. Makes me smile just remembering.

I’ll compromise: When I get back, I want to write about spring break, prom dress shopping, white dress bridal shower, Linnets and ValeriansLonging for Home, Richard Peck books, choir, open spaces in my home, planting from seed, and curry. OK. Now I can go. 🙂

(I know. My husband’s not holding his breath. I might just make it two weeks just to show him I can do it.)

P.S. One. Last. Thing. (I’m reminding myself of when I leave for any extended period of time and am giving 42 instructions to the children. Enough already!) Yesterday I listened to a very inspiring podcast about one amazing young woman, Natalie White, who is dealing with a major heart defect. I loved her perspective on true happiness: “True happiness is eating toast with my mom in the morning and getting to see my younger brother get baptized.” (The quote as I remember it.)



FF: Why does it matter if I am a mother?

FF: Why does it matter if I am a mother?

Yesterday I had a conversation with a dear friend that brought my thoughts back to what I spend every day doing: being a mother, and why it matters. Today when I woke up, I wanted to write down my thoughts. To get to the core 

RAC: Definitely not a how-to blog

RAC: Definitely not a how-to blog

I hopped in the car the other night and heard a radio interview with Melissa Ballard of Melissa Writes of Passage on the program “Thinking Aloud.” I was particularly interested since I recently read and blogged about her. The interview primarily focused on her book, Global Mom. The interviewer asked 

Mmmm: Celebrating 100 Posts

Mmmm: Celebrating 100 Posts

Raising Amazing Children Logo
Just wanted to celebrate having just written my 100th post when I just blogged about depression and general conference. Hooray! It was exactly a year ago that I started blogging in earnest after quite a dry spell. It makes me so happy to be building a reservoir of thoughts and ideas for my daughters, future daughter-in-laws, and any other woman who cares about and nurtures children. Hooray for children! Hooray for motherhood! Hooray for blogging!

Mmmm…: 7 years ago…

Mmmm…: 7 years ago…

Seven years ago I was doing the same thing I am right now: sitting in my room, reveling in a chance to write without distraction while Lane rallies the children in making my birthday breakfast. Heaven! But a lot has changed in 7 years. We