Do you mind if I share my heart for a few minutes?
I've been reading the book Start by Jon Acuff, and it has really gotten me thinking.
(If you haven't yet read that book, I highly recommend it. It's fun to read and offers great advice. But if there's something that you know you're supposed to do that you've been putting off, I'm warning you that this book will most likely get you moving.)
Throughout the book, Jon challenges each of us to discover what our "awesome" is. What is that thing you feel you are uniquely supposed to do--that brings you the most joy, that really matters, and that can help others?
Then, once we've discovered that "awesome," he encourages us to "punch fear in the face" and start doing it.
You really need to read the whole book because Jon is a master at understanding the psychology behind all this. And I've decided that my first step is to share what it is I feel I'm supposed to be doing and then acknowledge some of those fears that I need to overcome.
(Just writing this blog post scares me, but it's quiet in my house right now, and these thoughts simply need to come out.)
To start off, the thing that I have been totally putting off--that I know I'm supposed to do--is write my book about motherhood, based on my post Your Children Want YOU.
I basically have the whole thing outlined. When I sit down to work on it, my heart starts beating fast, and I get this feeling that that is exactly where my voice needs to be. I am highly passionate about that topic, I find joy in writing about it, and I think that book could be helpful to a lot of people.
But I never work on it. Ever.
I have a huge poster board hiding behind my bookshelf with dozens of Post-it note ideas all over it that I haven't looked at in months. But until I read Jon's book, I wasn't really sure why I was putting it off.
And now I know.
Fear #1: If I publish this book, I will somehow be saying that motherhood isn't "enough" for me.
I know . . . just typing that out sounded absolutely ridiculous, but let me explain. Writing a book by myself feels like a huge undertaking. Power of Moms published a compilation of essays last October, and we have another compilation coming out in the spring, but those were joint projects that didn't feel scary.
Stepping out and writing this more personal book feels big, and even Jon Acuff himself, who spoke at a conference I attended, said, "Maybe if you're a mom with young children right now, that's enough."
In my heart, I answer, "YES! Motherhood is definitely enough!" I've always known that, and I find the most joy in my life when I'm with my family, being the mom. I'm totally fine with waiting until my children are grown to do all this writing, but then I keep getting this feeling that I'm not supposed to wait. I'm supposed to do this now.
Fear #2: I have to be perfect.
There are a lot of amazing writers out there--especially in the "mom" space. Sometimes when I look around at what everyone else is doing, I quietly shut my laptop and say to myself, "I don't even want to compete with that." (Not that it's a competition, but you know what I mean.)
I was telling another blogger at a conference about Power of Moms, and then I mentioned that I have a personal blog at powerofafamily.blogspot.com. She looked really surprised and said, "Blogspot?" I'm sure she didn't mean it to come out unkindly, but all of a sudden, I felt entirely unsophisticated.
This personal blog is where I figure things out. It's my own little place, and I like it here.
But sometimes I feel like just deleting the whole thing or making it private or starting over somewhere else because I don't have it all "figured out." (No professionally-designed header, no special links at the top, no consistency in when I post. . . . ) There's just so much going on in my life that running this blog as actively as we run Power of Moms would overwhelm me.
Fear #3: I'll start something that I won't be able to finish.
I am really good at doing what I say I'm going to do, so if I say I'll jump into this book project but then have to back off because my life gets too full, that devastates me. Being a mother is incredibly demanding, and I can't put a book about motherhood ahead of my children. It's easier just never to start, right?
Perhaps I'm simply getting ahead of myself. It's summer break right now, and I am surrounded by excited, energetic children for most of every day. This fall, my youngest starts first grade, and I'll have six hours of quiet, five days a week. Maybe I need to give myself a break for the next few weeks and reassess later?
Fear #4: I'll have to "go bigger."
I really like my life right now. I like not having pressure to be anywhere other than my home. I like playing the piano and reading with my children. I like taking care of my mom on Thursdays and working on the computer when it works with my schedule.
Your Children Want YOU was my post that went viral. It received more than a million reads in two days.
I feel like if I write a book based on that post, I need to really promote it, and re-do my blog, and make the book as popular as that post. I feel like I'll need to send my children away from me so I can keep up with all the details that go into such a mammoth project.
But I have zero desire to do that.
I don't want to be an author who is also a mother. I want to be a mother who writes sometimes.
So where is all this leading me?
Yesterday, after reading one of the last chapters of Start, this question came into my head:
Who are you writing for?
And then these answers came to mind:
(1) I'm writing for myself. This process of pouring my heart onto a blog or into a book is therapeutic for me--especially as I'm losing my mom. I need to write.
(2) I'm writing for my daughters.
This thought struck me the most. My girls will hopefully be entering this motherhood world in the next 10 to 20 years, and I want to capture motherhood for them. I want to record this life and these thoughts while they're happening, so when they need strength and encouragement, it will be waiting for them.
But what's interesting is that they're not waiting until they're moms. They're reading now. Grace and Alia are my two most loyal blog readers. Alia receives my blog updates on her phone, and sometimes she'll come home at the end of the day and say, "I liked your post, Mom."
Then the girls and I will talk about motherhood and family life and God, and I feel a connection to them that is deep and beautiful.
(3) I'm writing for "that mom" who needs this.
What seems to make the most sense is for me to simply make this blog private and share it only with my immediate family and close friends. Lots of people do that, and it would be a whole lot less scary for me.
But every once in awhile I get an email from someone who lives far away--who I never would have met in a million years had it not been for this blog--and she says something like, "Thank you for writing. Please don't stop. It makes a difference for me."
Here are some final thoughts:
I don't need to write for a million people. I need to write for individuals.
I don't need to go "bigger." I just need to write what feels right--when it works with my life.
I don't need to be perfect. I need to be authentic.
That feels a much more doable.
My children are up now, so I will close. Thanks for being with me as I try to figure all of this out. I appreciate you.
Love,
April
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
How Our Children See Imperfections
Quiet time has been at a premium around here. My children have been out of school for eight days now, and while we are having a wonderful time together--going on outings and moving forward on lots of projects--I simply don't have the energy or stillness of mind to sit down and think . . . and write.
Does summertime ever feel that way to you? Does life ever feel that way to you?
Eric and I are figuring out some ways I can consistently carve out time to breathe and focus, but in the meantime, I wanted to share a little lesson I learned.
This morning, Alia painted a lovely watercolor:
I looked at it for a long time and finally asked, "Is that our house?"
"Yes," she replied, in a why-do-you-even-need-to-ask tone of voice.
I looked at it some more. "It's so pretty." I thought. "And it looks so happy. And she didn't even highlight all the imperfections."
The tree on the left, for example, is huge right now. It desperately needs to be trimmed, and the branches are taking over our whole front yard. But she drew it the way it's going to look once we get around to trimming it.
The tree on the right doesn't have any leaves at all. It died more than a year ago, and we're planning to take it out, but life has been so full of other things that it has had to wait. Looking at that dead tree always bothers me, but Alia drew its wavy branches and said with a smile, "See? That's our crazy tree."
This painting doesn't show you the cobwebs above our door or the two random rosebushes that are growing out from under the lilies (because I forgot to take out the roots when we replaced them). Alia didn't draw dirt or rust stains on the garage door or the weird patches of grass that never fill in quite right in the center of our lawn.
See those blue pots on the porch with purple flowers? In real life, those pots are empty. They've been empty for two years. I kept thinking I would plant something nice to replace our dead geraniums, but I never did.
Alia didn't care. She knows that flowers should be in those pots, but she also knows what intentions are in my heart.
Every single day, it amazes me how quickly I turn to dwelling on my imperfections. Honestly, sometimes that's all I can see. I know that's silly, and I'm learning to be more gentle with myself, but my physical capacity can't keep up with the desires of my heart, and that can feel incredibly frustrating. You understand, don't you?
But little by little, I think adults can learn to see imperfections the way children do.
I'm going to keep this painting, and I don't want to forget this lesson: Imperfections are normal. They are temporary. They don't define us. They might temporarily mask the beauty we wish we could see, but the potential is still there. It always has been. Sometimes we just need someone else to show us what we can be.
Can you guess what we did tonight? Stopped by the local garden center and picked out flowers for those blue pots. Grace chose red and white ones, and I can't wait to plant them tomorrow.
Our home isn't perfect, but it's our home. Our family isn't perfect, but it's our family. Sometimes we all just need that reminder.
Much love,
April
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
The "Nuts and Bolts" of Scripture Study for Moms with a Young Family
Note from April: A few months ago, I wrote a post called "Three Questions for Charting Your Course," where I shared how reading the scriptures while looking for answers to specific questions has helped to guide my life.
In the comments of that post, I invited anyone who wanted to know more about the "nuts and bolts" of scripture study with young children to email me, and I would send them additional information. I thought maybe one or two people would contact me, but I've now gotten to the point that I can't keep up with the emails.
So below, I've included the full text of a chapter I wrote on this subject back in 2006.
I was hesitant to put all of this on my blog for a couple of reasons. One, it's REALLY long, and blog posts are typically between 200 and 1000 words. Two, this blog works in partnership with the website I run, Power of Moms, which unites mothers of all backgrounds. We try to keep things as principle-based as possible, so it's rare for me to teach anything that is specific to my religion.
However, this morning I felt like this was something I needed to post on my blog, so I thought I would add a simple note of explanation, and I'm hopeful that the ideas I've included will be of help.
Love,
April
Cling to the Scriptures as Our
Lifeline to the Savior
(Updated from a book chapter I wrote in 2006)
During
my junior year of high school, I received a small chart from one of my
teachers at church with a space to check off for each day of the year that I read my
scriptures. I started January 1st
and made it my goal to get every spot colored in—even if I could only read for
a few minutes each day. Ten years
have passed, and I have tried to continue the habit of reading daily, but
something interesting happened to me once I became a mother.
Our
first daughter was born when I was 21, and I stayed at home with our little
baby while my husband went to work each day. The long hours alone in our apartment, completely opposite
from the busy life I had led as a college student, drove me to study the
scriptures as I never had before.
It was no longer enough to just read for a few minutes and put a check
in a box. I needed the scriptures because hearing the voice of the Lord was the
only way for me to handle my transition to motherhood.
As
more children came to our family, large chunks of uninterrupted time did not
readily present themselves.
Sleeping and showering became top priorities, and I wondered if I would
ever be able to study my scriptures again without being needed by a child or
dozing off before I could finish even one phrase. I often fall short, but with
encouragement from my fellow mothers, a little bit of creativity, and a lot of
help from the Lord, my scripture study has again become a time for spiritual
rejuvenation.
I
need to clarify that I am far from being a perfect scriptorian, but now instead
of feeling inadequate with my meager abilities, I believe the Lord can teach me
what I need to know in the time I am able to offer Him. He teaches us line upon line as we show
Him He is the most important person in our lives and His voice is the one we
are most interested in hearing.
Those
of us who have grown up in religious families or as active members of a church have
been reminded to read our scriptures more often than we can count. We all
know it is important to do, but unless we have had experiences truly feasting on the scriptures, we may subconsciously
leave the responsibility of deep gospel scholarship to those who do not balance their schedules around children.
If
we want to be powerful mothers, we need to receive the scriptures as a precious
gift from the Lord. This chapter
offers five suggestions to help you get started or keep you moving as you
increase your knowledge of the gospel and enjoy quality time learning from our
Redeemer.
First,
believe you can read your scriptures consistently. Second, be willing to read when the circumstances are not
perfect. Third, involve your
children in regular family study.
Fourth, welcome experiences
with the scriptures, and fifth, know the scriptures are talking to mothers.
Believe You Can Read Your Scriptures
Consistently
Most
of us probably would not say, “I don’t believe I can read my scriptures every
day,” but we do seem to have a lot of excuses ready to go: “My children take all of my time.” Or “I just can’t focus on the
scriptures when I’m tired, which is always.” Or “There is just so much to
do—reading my scriptures is just another thing on a list that’s already too
long.” Or “I’ll read the scriptures more when my children are out of the
house.” Perhaps you’ve heard these
before, or thought them like the rest of us, but the time has come for us to
believe that we can feast on the scriptures every day.
Feasting
is more than just looking briefly at a verse; we can take our time to study,
ponder, learn from what we read, and actually feel something in the
process. If you do not know how to feast, find someone in your neighborhood or social networks
who does and ask for some training (my experience has taught me that most
people who feast love to teach others to do the same). My mother refers to her study as
“Divine Fellowship.” She prepares
time each day to commune with the Lord and feel His love. Problems will most certainly
arise that will make our study more difficult, but to put it simply, if we do
not believe we can do it, we will not do it.
We
may start with good intentions and then simply get distracted by something like
an emergency trip to the doctor or the realization that we have just run out of
milk and bread. Another challenge
may be that we read each day because we are “supposed to,” but we miss the
whole point of why we are studying in the first place.
The
Lord does understand that our lives are sometimes hectic, but that is exactly
why we need the scriptures. Even
when our husbands have been working long hours and our children have been sick,
we need the power of the scriptures as much as anyone else. Our callings as mothers
and wives are important to the Lord, and the insights we receive as we
study our scriptures can be just as powerful. He especially wants to speak to us, strengthen us, and
support us when our child has the stomach flu or when we have been cooped up in
a small apartment for days without relief.
We
do not want to see scripture study as an optional activity that is relegated to
the end of our “to do” list, but we also do not need to beat ourselves up if we
do not perfectly reach our goals.
The book Glimpses, about
a woman I greatly admire named Marjorie Pay Hinckley, recorded a cute insight from one of her family letters. She said, “I have a new project, one chapter a day from each of the
standard works. I have been on it
for four days and am only three days behind. Better to have tried and failed than never to have tried”
(p. 79).
A
friend of mine who has an amazing love for the scriptures said it beautifully,
“I used to feel disappointed with myself when I did not read my scriptures, but
now when I don’t read, I just miss it.
I know when I have the ability to read, I make that choice.” She knows that scripture study brings
her closer to the Lord, but serving her children can also do that. I love her words, “When I have the
ability to read, I make that choice.”
That
is usually where most decisions hinge.
When we get to the point where we can make a decision, what do we
choose? The latest fiction novel? Social networks? TV? Chatting on the phone? We do not
have to cut out all of our fun hobbies and activities, but we can be careful
about what we choose to do first.
Believing that we can read the
scriptures each day may also include the belief that we can read for an
extended period of time. A few
years ago, I accepted a challenge from a mother in my ward to study the
scriptures for an hour each day.
The adjustment was a bit difficult—okay, it was very difficult—but once
I discovered the thrill of cross-referencing and the power of footnotes, the
hour flew by. Every day has definitely
not been perfect, but the impact it has had on my life has transformed my
perception of who I am and who my Savior is.
A former president of our church named Howard W. Hunter taught this principle beautifully: “It would be ideal if an hour [of
scripture study] could be spent each day; but if that much
cannot be had, a half hour on a regular basis would result in substantial accomplishment. A quarter of an hour is little time, but
it is surprising how much enlightenment and knowledge can be acquired in a subject so meaningful. The important thing is to allow
nothing else to ever interfere with our study” (Howard
W. Hunter, “Reading the Scriptures,” Ensign, Nov. 1979, 64).
If we make our
scripture study a priority each day, we will be ready to learn the mysteries of
God and hear the voice of the Lord as He leads us through our individual
challenges. The Spirit will help
us to know what to do with our time, but we must believe we can read.
Be willing to read when the circumstances are
not perfect
Can
you visualize the following scenario?
You have just had a wonderful night’s rest, and you woke up
naturally at five o’clock, ready to curl up in front of your fireplace with
your scriptures, church books, and marking pencils neatly laid before
you. Your children are sleeping
peacefully, and soft instrumental hymns play in the background while you take
notes in your journal and receive new insights.
Doesn’t
that sound lovely? I am not trying
to mock this ideal because it has actually happened for me about three times in
the past six years. However, if I
were to wait for this perfect moment to come around, can you guess how often I
would read my scriptures? Yep—once
every two years.
In
the talk quoted above by President Hunter, he suggests we have a regular time
to read each day. Some mothers
read for the first part of every nap time, others read while they are nursing
their babies, and many mothers read at night (these are the ones who are good
at keeping their eyes open).
Mornings work the best for me because my brain has not yet had any
threats of being turned to mush.
If your current
schedule is lacking in predictability, here are a few ideas to get you thinking
about how to incorporate the scriptures into your life. The Lord can help you to tailor these
suggestions to your unique situation and make it possible for you to hear His
voice each day.
First, keep
multiple sets of scriptures around your home, so you will always have one handy
if a quiet moment strikes (the inexpensive copies produced
by our Church work beautifully).
You may want one in the kitchen cupboard, so you can read while
something is in the microwave or if your children get involved in a game. You could also keep one by your bed,
one in the car, one in the living room, one in the linen closet, one by the CD
player, and yes, one in the bathroom.
The bathroom does
not sound like the ideal place to receive revelation, but if that is the only
place you have a chance to open a book, the Lord will understand. If your children are content with and
capable of playing in the bath for awhile, you can sit on the floor by the tub,
shield yourself with a towel, and read until they are ready to be
shampooed. If they have not yet
discovered the acoustical delight of squealing in the tub, you could read aloud
to them. The point is that if the
scriptures are readily available, it is easy to seize the moments that open
during your day.
If you prefer to
read consistently out of the same book so you can consolidate your markings,
just move your scriptures a couple of times during the day so they will be
close. Moderation and personal
discretion are definitely principles that apply here, but as you carry your
scriptures or see them as you work around the house, you will remember they are
a top priority.
Second,
get creative in finding a private place and time to read. A close friend of mine lived in a
studio apartment when she had her first child, and her little girl would not
nap if her mother was in the same room.
Each day at nap time, my friend sat in their bathroom and read her
scriptures. She later told me that
those hours contributed to one of her most spiritual times in life. Obviously, it was not just being
in the bathroom that made her spiritual—it was investing a substantial amount
of time reading her scriptures.
I
promise I’ll stop talking about bathrooms, but I have to add this one last
experience. When my husband finished
graduate school, we moved into a tiny two-bedroom apartment while we shopped
for a home. I had a four-year-old,
a two-year-old, and a one-year-old who were not very good at sleeping in the
same room, so my little one-year-old, Ethan, slept in the living room.
I
wanted desperately to wake up early each morning for my Divine Fellowship, but
I didn’t know where to go without waking somebody. I thought back to the experience of my friend in her studio
apartment, and I created a little study area on the floor in our bathroom. I brought my pillow, marking pencils,
and scriptures in there, and the months in that apartment yielded some of my
most treasured spiritual experiences.
Growing
up, I remember frequently seeing my mother read her scriptures out in the
car. She referred to our Civic
wagon as her office, and she would sometimes leave the noise of the home to
read and think there (we were old enough to care for ourselves at that point). If we ever could not find her in the
house, we would peek out the front window to see if she was in the car, but we
rarely interrupted her study (though she might remember things differently).
Every
time I visualize my mother, I see scriptures on her lap. When I woke up for seminary (my early-morning gospel study class), she was on
the couch studying her scriptures.
If I popped in her room after school, she had her scriptures out on her
bed, heavily annotated and highlighted.
If I was going to be late coming from a drama rehearsal and needed her
to wait in the car, she would say, “That’s okay. Take your time.
I’ll have my scriptures with me.”
It was such a blessing to know my mother loved the Lord and loved her
scriptures.
Another
idea that has worked is to establish a 7:00 rule in your home. That means that mom is on duty starting
at 7:00. If the children wake up
before then, they can look at books, play with toys, or watch cartoons, if you
approve, but breakfast is served at 7:00.
Of course, diapers sometimes cannot wait to be changed, and hungry
babies need to be fed, but once children are old enough to wait, they can be
taught to respect your morning study.
From personal experience, the 7:00 rule works about 20 percent of the
time—mainly because life doesn’t like to wait until 7.
One
morning I got up at 6:30 to get a half hour of study in before my day started,
but the moment I opened my scriptures, my Kindergartner appeared at my bedside
to report that her ear infection was really hurting and her little sister had
soaked the bed. That is when I go
to Plan B and read during our quiet time (described below). I try to have Plans A-Z available so
scripture study will happen no matter what.
Having
a daily quiet time is helpful way to carve out time to read. Once children outgrow their morning
naps, they may still need a little break during that time. Every morning after my children have
eaten breakfast, gotten dressed, and have had an opportunity to play or read
for awhile, they start whining and acting fussy. If I separate them and give them each a quiet place to play
and a special container of toys, they will play quietly for the next 30-45
minutes. That way I can read my
scriptures without using their sleep time (which is valued above gold).
Opportunities
to read our scriptures come more frequently when we do everything we can to protect
our time with them. If we are in a
position to do so, we can limit our errands and busy work as much as possible
so we are not constantly rushing out the door. If our lives get so busy that scripture study gets crowded
out, we may have taken on too many things—some of which may be
nonessential. The Lord wants us to
be successful at reading our scriptures, but if we are signing up for fifteen
activities each week, He will be squeezed out of our lives.
It is also easy to
get sidetracked by all the media available to us. One darling woman I know had a hard time reading her
scriptures every day, so she accepted our Sunday School teacher’s challenge
to read for two weeks and then report her experience to the class. She explained to all of us that she was
so busy reading the scriptures that she stopped reading the many popular
magazines to which she had subscribed.
“Just put them in
a pile for me to read later,” she told her husband. However, as the pile began to get a bit unwieldy, and as her
devotion to studying the scriptures continued, she said, “Why don’t you just
put those magazines in the trash?”
Her decision confirmed the truth of the oft-quoted principle taught by
President Ezra Taft Benson: "when we put God first, all other things fall
into their proper place or drop out of our lives” (Ensign, May 1988, 4).
To some, this
might sound like a whole lot of work.
It is, but it is work that will not feel like work. As the blessings of the Lord come to
you, your life will completely change for the better. Making the Lord our top priority is a way we can thank Him
for making us His top priority.
Involve your children in regular family study
There
are always days when a mother’s “alone time” is taken up with urgent family
needs, pressing tasks, or sheer exhaustion. If early-morning study does not happen one day, and if
necessary errands crowd out a morning quiet time, having a regular scripture
study with our children can bring us at least one opportunity to read the
scriptures. Involving our children
can bring beautiful experiences and teach us the principles of the gospel in an
entirely different way.
One
way to involve children is to read on their level. The Gospel Art Kit or the illustrated scriptures are wonderful. Audio
tapes are available, and the children honestly can’t get enough. Many families have discovered these
tools and use them daily in their family scripture study.
In
addition to reading on the children’s level, you can bring them up nearer to
your level. One close friend of
mine and her husband have been gospel teachers for years, and they have five boys under the age of ten. Each morning, they sit around the
breakfast table with their scriptures and red pencils, and they learn to
cross-reference, underline and find answers to doctrinal questions with the use
of the Topical Guide and Bible Dictionary. I’m not quite to that point, and I do not know if I will
ever be to that point, but it is a testimony that children can learn more than
we sometimes give them credit for.
A
couple of days each week, my little girls like to sit by me on the floor with
their own copy of The Book of Mormon and their colored pencils (their set
matches mine). They neatly
underline random scriptures and sit quietly (sometimes only after a few
reminders) while I read on my own.
If they do not feel like reading or marking, I let them be my pencil
monitors. I tell them which of the
five colors I need, and they take turns handing them to me. This keeps me focused on the principles
I am trying to find in the scriptures, and I am always amazed at how long they
will sit holding the cup of pencils.
Invariably,
the cup spills or a pencil has to be sharpened, and they are excited about
being useful. My son, Ethan, would
rather color on the walls with the scripture pencils, so
I just try to keep him occupied with toys—I have not lost hope for him yet,
though.
One
cute thing you will notice is that your children will mark their scriptures the
same way you do. My daughters put
little circles around the verse numbers, underline with the same colors, and
even annotate in the margins. When
we started doing this, my daughter Alia only knew how to write two words, so in
her margin is written “Alia Mom” over and over again. When my daughter Grace turned three, she
brought her scriptures and pencils to me and asked me to tell her where it said
“Jesus”. She carefully circled
that word and then continued searching for familiar letters and numbers.
Recently,
a friend of mine taught me how she studies the scriptures with her
three-year-old son. They have a
special study time each afternoon when she teaches him a five-step process:
pray, read, ponder, write, thank.
Her son has his own scripture journal to record what he is learning, and
they memorize scriptures, sing primary songs, and do a hands-on activity each
day. I saw the Liahona they made
by spray-painting a gerbil ball gold and gluing a compass inside. I saw Nephi’s ship that was made out of
craft sticks, and I saw dozens of journals they had filled with pictures and
words describing truths of the restored gospel. Sometimes her little boy “writes” and then tells her what it
says so she can translate it into legible letters.
She
does not do these things because she feels obligated to do them. She does them because she loves the
Lord and is excited about teaching her son what she knows. After visiting with her, I was excited
to use plastic army men to act out Moroni’s battle with Amalickiah, and my
children were thrilled to be a part of it. The Lord reminded his apostles, “Suffer little children to
come unto me, and forbid them not” (Luke 18:16). What better work can we do
besides bring the little children to our Lord? One morning I said to Alia, “I hope that one day you’ll love
the scriptures.” She looked at me
very seriously and said, “But Mom, I already do.”
Welcome Experiences with the Scriptures
Until
I became a mother, I didn’t know that there was a difference between reading
the scriptures and having experiences with the scriptures. You may think I was a little clueless,
but I had not learned that the scriptures literally speak to us, just as the
Liahona gave written messages to Lehi’s family in the wilderness. Because of this discovery, I am excited
to read the scriptures to hear what the Lord wants to say to me.
A
time when I most felt the scriptural text speaking to me was a morning when I
was routinely awakened at 4:30 a.m. by my one-year-old son, Ethan. He must have been teething or going
through a growth spurt or something, but for about two months, he woke up every
morning at 4:30 and could not go back to sleep.
I
changed Ethan’s diaper, gave him his bottle, and then went into the next room
to read my scriptures—always keeping out a listening ear so I could take him
downstairs if his cries threatened to wake the girls in the adjoining
room. I knelt to pray and asked
the Lord to please help Ethan go back to sleep. Starting “Mom Duty” at 4:30 got me off to a grumpy start,
but I knew that the Lord could help me make good use of those morning hours.
I
got up and sat at our desk, opened my scriptures to the page marker, and read
the first words in the top left-hand corner. They were the words of Isaiah: “Ye are weary, he waketh
morning by morning” (2 Nephi 7:4).
I felt perfectly understood by the Lord at that moment, and I felt the
Lord remind me that He knew I was tired.
He knew that Ethan was waking up every morning at a challenging hour,
and He wanted me to have time to read my scriptures and feel close to Him. Ethan immediately fell back to sleep,
and for the next 45 minutes, I read, studied, and felt closer to my Father than
I had in months.
Another
powerful experience happened when I was pregnant with my second child,
Grace. I had had “one of those
days” caring for a two-year-old while waddling around the apartment with my
growing tummy. Alia was being a
little rascal, and my patience supply could not keep up with the demand (I wish
I could buy stock in patience). I
sat down on the floor and handled the situation with all the maturity I could
muster: I simply started to cry.
Alia
came over to me and asked what she could do. I pointed to a Book of Mormon on the nearby bookshelf and
asked her to bring it to me. I did
not know where else to turn, so I opened the scriptures with the hope that the
Lord would give me some kind of guidance.
After
flipping a couple of pages, I came to King Benjamin’s address, and I felt
impressed to read his testimony of the Savior and the prophecy that the Savior
would carry all of our burdens and be crucified for our sake. “All right,” I thought. “The Lord wants to remind me that He
suffered more than I can even comprehend.
I don’t need to feel sorry for myself.” I continued reading through the next verse, and came to the
phrase, “And His mother shall be called Mary.”
Tears
welled up in my eyes, and I could feel the Savior teaching me that He, too, had
a mother on earth. She was a woman
who also went through pregnancy and discomfort, and the tender love the Savior
has for His earthly mother is the same tender love He has for us, His younger
sisters. The Lord did not scold me
for being weak and tired—He just reminded me that He understands. I felt transformed by His power, and my
outlook brightened in those few moments it took to read those verses.
One
final experience I’ll share happened during a time I felt quite unimportant as
a mother. I had just moved to a
new neighborhood, and I was adjusting to our new church congregation and community. Because my children and I stayed home
most of the time (to satisfy their napping and feeding needs), I felt out of
place compared to all of the “minivan” moms around me who were heavily involved
with school, sports and church activities for the youth (little did I know that
those mothers wish they could spend as much time at home as I do).
I
opened my scriptures one morning, asking the Lord to please help me to know
that He hadn’t forgotten about me.
As I read various scriptures in the Doctrine and Covenants and followed the
footnotes, I was led back to section 6, verse 34. These are the words that popped out to me: “Therefore, fear not, little flock; do
good; let earth and hell combine against you, for if ye are built upon my rock,
they cannot prevail.”
I
immediately envisioned myself and my children as the Lord’s sheep, a little
flock He holds close and leads by His loving voice. Warmth replaced the loneliness I felt, and I thanked the
Lord for caring enough about my concerns to teach me these precious
truths. I continued my
study—looking in the Topical Guide, using the footnotes and reading words I’d
previously highlighted. By the end
of that hour, I knew I had just had a private tutoring session with my Father.
It
is those kinds of experiences that keep bringing me back to the
scriptures. I know I have only
touched the surface of what is available to us, and that is why I am willing to
do whatever it takes to read. If
we pray for spiritual experiences and look for principles that apply to our
lives, we will always receive them.
The Lord will give us specific impressions, and though the verses we are
reading may not necessarily be talking about our present situation, the Lord
has the power to transform them into answers for us.
Know that the scriptures are talking to mothers
When
I turned 12 years old, I was asked to give my first talk in Sacrament Meeting
on Mother’s Day. I wanted to
include a scripture in my talk, but besides the one about the striplingwarriors being taught by their mothers, and the accounts about Mary and Eve, I
did not know any others that seemed appropriate. I finally decided to share the story of Ruth and Naomi (a
mother-in-law), but I was a bit confused as to why the scriptures have so few
references to mothers.
Now
I will jump ahead 15 years…. In
the July 2005 Ensign, Henry B. Eyring shared his method of reading and
marking the scriptures. When he
was called to be an apostle of our church, he purchased a new, inexpensive set of scriptures
in which to mark and categorize each verse that pertained to what the Lord
wanted him to learn and do in his calling as an apostle (p.23-24). After I read that article, I felt
impressed to apply that process to my calling as a mother.
I
got out a piece of paper and wrote down the top five things I felt the Lord
wanted me to learn about motherhood, and then I assigned each a specific
color. My dedication to this study
jumped up a notch when, the very next month, the president of our church, Gordon B. Hinckley, invited all of
us to read the Book of Mormon by the end of the year.
This
process has taught me that although the word “mother” is not frequently
mentioned in the scriptures, we can apply the teachings of these sacred
records to our callings as mothers.
The parallels that have come out of the Book of Mormon have added a
depth to my mothering that I did not know I was missing. There are limitless ways to study and
mark the scriptures—I will just share two things I have learned through this
process so you will get the idea (not that you are unable to figure this out
yourself, but if someone had explained this to me five years ago, I would have
been thrilled.).
One
of the principles I felt the Lord wanted to teach me is that I must trust
Him. I have been using the color
orange to mark the verses that encourage me to do so. A few of those verses include, “Look to the great Mediator”
(2 Nephi 2:28), “Look unto God with firmness of mind, and pray unto him with
exceeding faith” (Jacob 3:1), and Alma 15:10, where Alma shows his trust in God
when he pleads on behalf of Zeezrom by saying, “O Lord our God, have mercy on
this man, and heal him according to his faith which is in Christ.” One interesting thing is that my orange
pencil is currently the very shortest of my five pencils—a visual reminder that
the Lord wants me to trust Him every day.
A
second principle I have focused on is that as a mother, I must share my
testimony with my children and teach them about Jesus Christ. When I come across a principle that I
want to teach my children, or when I find a scripture describing how the Lord
will help me teach, I mark it in green.
One of these scriptures is Helaman 5:18: “they had power and authority
given unto them that they might speak, and they also had what they should speak
given unto them.” This reminds me
that when an opportunity opens in which I can teach the gospel to my children,
the Lord will help me to know what to say, and I will be able to testify with
power and authority.
Another
scripture that demonstrates the power of a parent’s testimony is Alma36:17. Alma the younger says, “I
remembered also to have heard my father prophesy unto the people concerning the
coming of one Jesus Christ, a Son of God, to atone for the sins of the
world.” If I can live with the
valiance of Alma, my children will one day remember the words I speak, and they
will hopefully be willing to submit their lives to God.
Other
scriptures I have marked teach the difference between spiritual and temporal
death, describe the characteristics of stalwart disciples, or warn about the
dangers of pride. Although my
children will probably be reminded of these principles in Sunday School or
Seminary, I want them to learn them in our home first. By specifically marking my
scriptures for that purpose, I have a record of the teachings I do not want to
forget to pass on. Teaching by the
scriptures gives us more confidence in God and less fear of the adversary, and
the Spirit of the Lord will bless our homes.
The
biography of John Adams describes the feelings he had while traveling to
Philadelphia in the summer of 1774 for the First Continental Congress, “We have
not men fit for the times. We are
deficient in genius, education, in travel, fortune—in everything. I feel unutterable anxiety” (p.
23). As our founding fathers
prepared for the birth of a nation, they knew they needed the best the colonies
had to offer. They needed men who
were already prepared—not men who had
been idling away their time and did not understand the demands of the day.
InAlma 49:8, we read about the Lamanites who came to battle against the Nephites
and hoped to bring them into bondage.
When they arrived at the city Ammonihah, they saw that captain Moroni
had caused it to be uniquely fortified, and they were completely astonished. The Nephites, “were prepared for them,
in a manner which never had been known among the children of Lehi.”
In
our world today, we must be “fit for the times”—prepared to teach and
strengthen our families, our friends, and our communities in a way that has “never
been known among the children of [men]”. The battles that rage today are more treacherous than ever
before, and they require men and women who are prepared with the armor of
God. We must become better than we
have been. We must cherish the
scriptures and use them as the means to approach our Father and hear His
voice.
Mothers,
feasting upon the scriptures may not be simple, but the power of the Lord will
be with us as we seek to hear Him and know Him. It is by His power that we are able to do all things, and
drawing close to Jesus Christ is worth our best efforts. He will prepare us with His power if we
will turn to Him and receive of His Word. I know this to be true, and my prayers are with you as you do this most beautiful and noble work of motherhood.
Friday, May 17, 2013
The Best Way to ENJOY Your Mom
I'm feeling so much gratitude today . . . and I'm really, really happy.
Thank you, everyone, for your support and encouragement over the past couple of days.
When I posted "The Best Way to Lose a Mom" on Wednesday, I was in a very hard place. I felt a bit nervous to share so many personal details in such a public way, but what I've discovered about this online world is that we're here to help each other. The more we're willing to share what's hard for us, the more we realize that we're not alone, and the less "hard" our lives feel.
So thank you for your comments, your Facebook messages, emails, text messages, and phone calls. You've helped me shift my perspective from "how to lose a mom" to "how to enjoy your mom." I can't even tell you how grateful I am to have you as my friends.
And now I want to give you a little report so you'll know how you've influenced my life.
Yesterday I took my children out to see my parents for a few hours. Your words kept ringing in my ears--to savor my time with my mom, to listen to her stories, to hold her, to kiss her, to involve my children, and to realize how precious our time is together.
So I did just that.
We got there in time for her physical therapy appointment, and I made some videos of the exercises so I can help my mom get into a good routine.
I then sat with my dad on the couch and asked him if he is doing okay. He insists that everything is fine, and he is quite honestly doing a phenomenal job keeping the house clean, doing all the laundry, cooking the meals, and giving my mom all her medicines, etc. It's a long list! I can tell he's tired, but he is so devoted to her, and I think that's inspiring.
We took a walk down Second Street with our dear friend Shirley and had so much fun tasting foods from the various restaurants there. (They do a "Stroll and Savor" two days a month during the summer, and it is fantastic. If you get the chance, you must go.)
At times, my mom would say things like, "Tell me the names of your children again." or "I think I left my car parked on the other side of the city." But overall, she was happy as long as my dad was holding her hand.
The sweetest part of the visit was right before we left. I brought out a new tub transfer bench to help make bath time easier. My children settled down to watch a show on TV while I wheeled my mom into the bathroom, helped her undress, slid her feet into the tub, scrubbed her body with a soapy-warm washcloth, and shampooed her hair.
That was the second time I've bathed her, and I'm surprised at how much it feels like the hundreds of times I've given my own children baths.
She was so appreciative through the entire process, saying things like, "Oh, thank you! It feels so good to be clean. My sweet April, you make my life so happy."
When my mom was a little girl and her daddy would get her out of the bathtub, he would say, "Under the wing! Tickle, tickle, tickle!" when he dried under each of her arms.
My mom always did the same to me.
And yesterday, I did that to her.
While I was saying, "Tickle, tickle, tickle!" and helping my mom get dry and warm, I can't even tell you how privileged I felt to be doing such a simple, physical act of service for my mother. It was just a little thing, and I know my family members who live closer do so much more, but as I stood there in the bathroom, dressing my mom in her nightgown, helping her brush her teeth, and rubbing sweet-smelling lotion on her arms and neck, I thought to myself, "There is nothing in the entire world I would rather be doing right now."
Part of my emotional turmoil lately has been trying to decide where to invest my time. Power of Moms is growing amazingly well. We had hundreds of thousands of visitors last month, we have two books being published right now, our volunteer board is growing, and there are so many opportunities to do media appearances, Retreats, collaborative projects, and tons of other details I won't even try to record.
I'm still moving steadily on these projects, but taking a day a week to be with my mom and dad and slowing my life down so that I have time to enjoy my husband and children feels right on every single level.
As my children and I tucked Mom in bed last night, she said, "Now I'm going to make pancakes and waffles for you tomorrow morning for breakfast. What time do you want to eat?"
Knowing we were heading home--already way too late, but wanting to play along, I replied, "Oh, about nine."
"All right, nine o'clock it is. Maybe the children can pick some dandelions or flowers you can spare from your garden, and we can put them in a vase on the table. I'll lay out a nice tablecloth, and we'll have so much fun together!"
We kissed her cheeks, told her that sounded fabulous, and then slowly crept out to the car so she wouldn't know we were gone. She won't remember these plans in the morning, but we will make it happen as soon as possible.
This time with my family is "my deeper yes".
This is the life I know I'm supposed to live.
Not a single day is easy, but I feel a sense of purpose and meaning that honestly makes life a joy.
Thank you for all of your help and support. Love to all of you--especially as you're going through your own unique challenges. Maybe you don't feel comfortable sharing yours as openly right now, but I hope you know that you absolutely are not alone.
-April
Thank you, everyone, for your support and encouragement over the past couple of days.
When I posted "The Best Way to Lose a Mom" on Wednesday, I was in a very hard place. I felt a bit nervous to share so many personal details in such a public way, but what I've discovered about this online world is that we're here to help each other. The more we're willing to share what's hard for us, the more we realize that we're not alone, and the less "hard" our lives feel.
So thank you for your comments, your Facebook messages, emails, text messages, and phone calls. You've helped me shift my perspective from "how to lose a mom" to "how to enjoy your mom." I can't even tell you how grateful I am to have you as my friends.
And now I want to give you a little report so you'll know how you've influenced my life.
Yesterday I took my children out to see my parents for a few hours. Your words kept ringing in my ears--to savor my time with my mom, to listen to her stories, to hold her, to kiss her, to involve my children, and to realize how precious our time is together.
So I did just that.
We got there in time for her physical therapy appointment, and I made some videos of the exercises so I can help my mom get into a good routine.
I then sat with my dad on the couch and asked him if he is doing okay. He insists that everything is fine, and he is quite honestly doing a phenomenal job keeping the house clean, doing all the laundry, cooking the meals, and giving my mom all her medicines, etc. It's a long list! I can tell he's tired, but he is so devoted to her, and I think that's inspiring.
We took a walk down Second Street with our dear friend Shirley and had so much fun tasting foods from the various restaurants there. (They do a "Stroll and Savor" two days a month during the summer, and it is fantastic. If you get the chance, you must go.)
| These boys are always running! |
| You buy $10 coupon books there, and then you can sample items from the restaurants for $1.50 - $3. It's great. |
At times, my mom would say things like, "Tell me the names of your children again." or "I think I left my car parked on the other side of the city." But overall, she was happy as long as my dad was holding her hand.
The sweetest part of the visit was right before we left. I brought out a new tub transfer bench to help make bath time easier. My children settled down to watch a show on TV while I wheeled my mom into the bathroom, helped her undress, slid her feet into the tub, scrubbed her body with a soapy-warm washcloth, and shampooed her hair.
That was the second time I've bathed her, and I'm surprised at how much it feels like the hundreds of times I've given my own children baths.
She was so appreciative through the entire process, saying things like, "Oh, thank you! It feels so good to be clean. My sweet April, you make my life so happy."
When my mom was a little girl and her daddy would get her out of the bathtub, he would say, "Under the wing! Tickle, tickle, tickle!" when he dried under each of her arms.
My mom always did the same to me.
And yesterday, I did that to her.
While I was saying, "Tickle, tickle, tickle!" and helping my mom get dry and warm, I can't even tell you how privileged I felt to be doing such a simple, physical act of service for my mother. It was just a little thing, and I know my family members who live closer do so much more, but as I stood there in the bathroom, dressing my mom in her nightgown, helping her brush her teeth, and rubbing sweet-smelling lotion on her arms and neck, I thought to myself, "There is nothing in the entire world I would rather be doing right now."
Part of my emotional turmoil lately has been trying to decide where to invest my time. Power of Moms is growing amazingly well. We had hundreds of thousands of visitors last month, we have two books being published right now, our volunteer board is growing, and there are so many opportunities to do media appearances, Retreats, collaborative projects, and tons of other details I won't even try to record.
I'm still moving steadily on these projects, but taking a day a week to be with my mom and dad and slowing my life down so that I have time to enjoy my husband and children feels right on every single level.
As my children and I tucked Mom in bed last night, she said, "Now I'm going to make pancakes and waffles for you tomorrow morning for breakfast. What time do you want to eat?"
Knowing we were heading home--already way too late, but wanting to play along, I replied, "Oh, about nine."
"All right, nine o'clock it is. Maybe the children can pick some dandelions or flowers you can spare from your garden, and we can put them in a vase on the table. I'll lay out a nice tablecloth, and we'll have so much fun together!"
We kissed her cheeks, told her that sounded fabulous, and then slowly crept out to the car so she wouldn't know we were gone. She won't remember these plans in the morning, but we will make it happen as soon as possible.
This time with my family is "my deeper yes".
This is the life I know I'm supposed to live.
Not a single day is easy, but I feel a sense of purpose and meaning that honestly makes life a joy.
Thank you for all of your help and support. Love to all of you--especially as you're going through your own unique challenges. Maybe you don't feel comfortable sharing yours as openly right now, but I hope you know that you absolutely are not alone.
-April
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
The Best Way to Lose a Mom
My mom has had dementia for a little over three years now.
It started very subtlety. We were on a girls' weekend when I was speaking at a conference, and she asked me for a second time if we should leave a tip for the hotel maid (we'd already had a two-minute discussion about it). I remember freezing for a moment, wondering if her mind was beginning to go--because, you see, my mom's mom also lost her memory, and since the age of nine, I had been carefully watching the signs to see if it would happen to her.
Well, yesterday my sister Laura and I had a good talk on the phone about this.
Laura lives right across the street from our parents, and, in a recent conversation, she asked Mom if she knew who her children were. Mom was struggling to recall all eight of our names, so Dad took this picture from 1986 off the wall and held it in front of her.

"Now there's Bobby and Linda . . ." she started.
Then a pause.
And pointing to me (bottom left), asked, "Now who's 'Smiley Face'?"
"That's April!" My dad reminded her.
"Oh, yes, April. Of course. And who is the little boy?"
"That's Ryan."
"Oh yes, Ryan."
I had to chuckle a bit when Laura shared that story. I could just hear my mom's cute voice and see her trying to figure out our names.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you this," Laura said.
"No, it's okay." I replied.
"We can laugh a little now, but we need to accept the fact that she's not going to get better. She's eventually going to forget who we are. There's no reversing it."
"I know." I said softly.
But now I can't get that conversation out of my head. I have been thinking about it since yesterday afternoon, and I realized that I need to discover the very best way to lose my mom.
I already know the worst way. It involves lots of crying, lots of discouraging moments, and hours of quiet where I close myself up and mourn.
Some of that is okay, but it worries my children. They don't like to see me so sad, and I know there has got to be a better way to do this.
So through a lot of thinking and a lot of prayer, I've come up with a few solutions, but to be quite honest, this blog post is a bit of a cry for help. I know so many people who have lost their moms, and I'm hoping that if you are one of them, you can be a guide for me along this path. And then together, we can be a guide for others. Maybe even for our own children.
The first thing I decided is that I am going to BE a good mom.
It's so easy to get distracted, but yesterday afternoon, I made root beer slushies for my children, looked through their brand-new yearbooks with them, and simply enjoyed the sounds of laughter as they jumped on the trampoline--with the sprinklers on full force. I am going to do everything I can to savor my years with my sons and daughters because, even though I desperately hope it will never happen to me, there may come a time when I won't know them.
Number two, I'm going to spend as much time with my mom as possible.
I talked with my friend Jennifer at our Park City Retreat, and she told me that she recently lost her mom to cancer. Knowing about my plans to spend more time with my mom, she said, "You will never, ever regret that."
Her words keep coming back into my mind.
Right now I can make the drive about once a week, and it means the world to me.
Number three, I am going to write down the details of her life and all the most beautiful things she taught me--and I am going to use those stories and experiences to help other moms.
This reminder keeps coming to me over and over again: The best way to lose a mom is to use the goodness of her life to strengthen others.
That's one reason I feel grateful for Power of Moms and this blog. I have a place to share my mom's life and her influence, and my posterity will have the chance to know her through me.
Thanks for going through this with me. For some reason, even though I don't know who reads this, I feel comforted knowing you're out there. I appreciate any advice and wisdom you have to share.
Much love,
April
It started very subtlety. We were on a girls' weekend when I was speaking at a conference, and she asked me for a second time if we should leave a tip for the hotel maid (we'd already had a two-minute discussion about it). I remember freezing for a moment, wondering if her mind was beginning to go--because, you see, my mom's mom also lost her memory, and since the age of nine, I had been carefully watching the signs to see if it would happen to her.
Well, yesterday my sister Laura and I had a good talk on the phone about this.
Laura lives right across the street from our parents, and, in a recent conversation, she asked Mom if she knew who her children were. Mom was struggling to recall all eight of our names, so Dad took this picture from 1986 off the wall and held it in front of her.
"Now there's Bobby and Linda . . ." she started.
Then a pause.
And pointing to me (bottom left), asked, "Now who's 'Smiley Face'?"
"That's April!" My dad reminded her.
"Oh, yes, April. Of course. And who is the little boy?"
"That's Ryan."
"Oh yes, Ryan."
I had to chuckle a bit when Laura shared that story. I could just hear my mom's cute voice and see her trying to figure out our names.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you this," Laura said.
"No, it's okay." I replied.
"We can laugh a little now, but we need to accept the fact that she's not going to get better. She's eventually going to forget who we are. There's no reversing it."
"I know." I said softly.
But now I can't get that conversation out of my head. I have been thinking about it since yesterday afternoon, and I realized that I need to discover the very best way to lose my mom.
I already know the worst way. It involves lots of crying, lots of discouraging moments, and hours of quiet where I close myself up and mourn.
Some of that is okay, but it worries my children. They don't like to see me so sad, and I know there has got to be a better way to do this.
So through a lot of thinking and a lot of prayer, I've come up with a few solutions, but to be quite honest, this blog post is a bit of a cry for help. I know so many people who have lost their moms, and I'm hoping that if you are one of them, you can be a guide for me along this path. And then together, we can be a guide for others. Maybe even for our own children.
The first thing I decided is that I am going to BE a good mom.
It's so easy to get distracted, but yesterday afternoon, I made root beer slushies for my children, looked through their brand-new yearbooks with them, and simply enjoyed the sounds of laughter as they jumped on the trampoline--with the sprinklers on full force. I am going to do everything I can to savor my years with my sons and daughters because, even though I desperately hope it will never happen to me, there may come a time when I won't know them.
Number two, I'm going to spend as much time with my mom as possible.
I talked with my friend Jennifer at our Park City Retreat, and she told me that she recently lost her mom to cancer. Knowing about my plans to spend more time with my mom, she said, "You will never, ever regret that."
Her words keep coming back into my mind.
Right now I can make the drive about once a week, and it means the world to me.
Number three, I am going to write down the details of her life and all the most beautiful things she taught me--and I am going to use those stories and experiences to help other moms.
This reminder keeps coming to me over and over again: The best way to lose a mom is to use the goodness of her life to strengthen others.
That's one reason I feel grateful for Power of Moms and this blog. I have a place to share my mom's life and her influence, and my posterity will have the chance to know her through me.
Thanks for going through this with me. For some reason, even though I don't know who reads this, I feel comforted knowing you're out there. I appreciate any advice and wisdom you have to share.
Much love,
April
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Studio 5 Interview - "Mommy is a Person"
Right before our Park City Retreat last week, I had the opportunity to be on a TV show called Studio 5 to record a segment based on a post I wrote called "Mommy is a Person."
It was a great experience, and I took lots of "behind the scenes" photos, but before I go into that, I want to share a couple of quick stories.
When I was in second grade, we were instructed to create clay figurines and then write stories about them. I made a seal and wrote up a full page about "Sammy the Seal."
When it was time to read our stories aloud to the class, I shoved mine to the back of my desk and told my teacher I hadn't completed my assignment. I preferred to take a zero than stand up in front of that class.
In fifth grade, I was asked to give a two-minute talk in front of the other children at church. My mom wrote my talk for me, and as soon as I got to my Sunday School class, I promptly slipped it into the trash can.
I told my instructor that I had sadly lost my talk and couldn't remember enough to say anything in front of the group.
She found it in the trash can and said, "Here it is! Now you can give it."
To which I responded, "No thank you."
She didn't pressure me at all, but simply said, "Do you mind if I read it?"
No problem there, so I sat at the back of the room on my mom's lap and listened as my teacher read my talk. For some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to get up there.
Over the course of 24 years, I've somewhat-overcome my fear of speaking in public. I present at Power of Moms Retreats, and I am constantly recording videos and podcasts, but these stories from my childhood came roaring back into my mind when I was preparing to be on television. Total anxiety for days.
I tell you this because when I do a write-up about a media appearance, I want to be perfectly clear that this is not something I do because it's fun or easy for me (although there is definitely an element of fun to it). I do this because I believe in Power of Moms and I want to spread the word about ideas and resources that help mothers.
So now that we're on the same page, here's a little photo walk-through of my day. (And for those of you who would like to do more media appearances, I've included some ideas for you below.)
Alisha Gale, our chief editor at Power of Moms, and I flew in at just about the same time on Friday morning. Neither of us had much sleep the night before, but we made it, and here we are at the car rental area. (I don't know why I feel the need to photo-document all these little steps, but I think it does make it easier to tell the story.)
We drove a few miles to the TV studio (I, of course, got lost and ended up in an abandoned train yard) but we eventually met up with my sister Page in the parking garage for Studio 5.
I can't tell you how comforting it was to have my sister and Alisha with me. I so appreciate them.
We got buzzed into the studio and made our way to the make-up room . . . past this control room that looks so fun.
Page helped me curl my hair and loaned me some of her jewelry for the recording.
And then one of the producers (a darling lady named Mindy), came in to prep me for my segment.
I was kind of laughing because it felt so "Hollywood." Sitting at a mirror surrounded with light bulbs, doing my hair and make-up, talking to a producer, and preparing for an interview on TV. That was pretty fun, I must say. I was trying to act like a professional, but inside I felt like a little girl, totally enthralled with everything around me. (Eric keeps reminding me that I am a professional now. I just keep forgetting.)
Here's a snapshot of me and Alisha:
And then one final picture before it was time to go to the "green room."
Those who are waiting to go on the show sit here and watch the live TV broadcast. The Studio 5 staff brought us water bottles, made sure we felt ready to go on, and were so incredibly kind to us.
A few minutes before my segment, they brought me into the studio so they could put on my microphone and let me get situated at the table.
Here's a panorama of the studio (well, half of it). I was really feeling excited at this point.
Once we started filming, everything felt very comfortable. Brooke reminded me not to look at the cameras, but just to have a conversation with her. Those 8 minutes went by so fast, and she made it totally doable for me. (Thanks Brooke!)
After we finished, I took off my microphone . . .
smiled a sigh of relief (along with the cameraman) . . .
and then got to meet Camille from Six Sisters' Stuff on my way out. She was filming a segment on how to make a Cinnabon Cinnamon Roll Cake, which my children are now dying for us to have someday.
That was it! We then made our way back out to the parking garage . . . stopping to take a couple more photos:
Then we moved on to the other activities we'd planned for the day, and I started breathing a little deeper.
Before I close, I just want to provide a few ideas for those who would like to do more work with the media. Here's the basic process we went through:
(1) A couple of years ago, our PR Manager at Power of Moms, Laurie Brooks, emailed Studio 5 with a synopsis of what we do at Power of Moms, particularly highlighting our Learning Circles.
(2) After a few months (from what I remember), they asked us if they could record a segment about an actual Learning Circle. You can see it here.
(3) Then, over the last year or so, Studio 5 has occasionally come back to us for other interviews about our featured content.
This is my interview from last April when my post, Your Children Want YOU! went viral.
Here's Saren's great interview about loving every age and stage.
And another one by Saren about simple family practices that promote values.
Allyson Reynolds has been on there three times, talking about being the "perfect mother," cutting Dad some slack, and appreciating the "now."
I don't have an extraordinary amount of media experience, but if you feel like your current project would be great as a feature on TV or radio, I would definitely recommend that you do the following:
(1) Establish a solid platform of people who like what you do. Get feedback, make sure that what you're doing meets a need, and become an expert in your field.
(2) Contact local media outlets with press releases featuring the details about what you're doing. Follow up with phone calls and talk with contacts who may be willing to help you.
(3) Be patient and keep pursuing your passion. Saren and I decided long ago that we wanted to build Power of Moms because it was the right thing for us to do--not because we were hoping to get noticed in the process. Media appearances are wonderful, but we have to love the work we are doing.
(4) Continue to pitch ideas and develop content that offers a fresh perspective and interesting ideas. TV shows are craving good content. Help them do their job.
(5) When you are asked to do an interview, guest post, etc., make sure you're pleasant to work with. (Promptly reply to emails, show up on time, help promote the media outlet to your audience . . .) That makes it easy for them to ask you back.
I hope these ideas are at least a little bit helpful. I decided that if I am going to blog, I am going to make everything I write about as replicable as possible. I want to be sure I'm never setting myself up as someone trying to get attention or pretend like I'm better than anyone else. Because I know I'm not. I'm just trying to make a difference and help other moms.
Thanks for all your support.
Love,
April
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It was a great experience, and I took lots of "behind the scenes" photos, but before I go into that, I want to share a couple of quick stories.
When I was in second grade, we were instructed to create clay figurines and then write stories about them. I made a seal and wrote up a full page about "Sammy the Seal."
When it was time to read our stories aloud to the class, I shoved mine to the back of my desk and told my teacher I hadn't completed my assignment. I preferred to take a zero than stand up in front of that class.
In fifth grade, I was asked to give a two-minute talk in front of the other children at church. My mom wrote my talk for me, and as soon as I got to my Sunday School class, I promptly slipped it into the trash can.
I told my instructor that I had sadly lost my talk and couldn't remember enough to say anything in front of the group.
She found it in the trash can and said, "Here it is! Now you can give it."
To which I responded, "No thank you."
She didn't pressure me at all, but simply said, "Do you mind if I read it?"
No problem there, so I sat at the back of the room on my mom's lap and listened as my teacher read my talk. For some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to get up there.
Over the course of 24 years, I've somewhat-overcome my fear of speaking in public. I present at Power of Moms Retreats, and I am constantly recording videos and podcasts, but these stories from my childhood came roaring back into my mind when I was preparing to be on television. Total anxiety for days.
I tell you this because when I do a write-up about a media appearance, I want to be perfectly clear that this is not something I do because it's fun or easy for me (although there is definitely an element of fun to it). I do this because I believe in Power of Moms and I want to spread the word about ideas and resources that help mothers.
So now that we're on the same page, here's a little photo walk-through of my day. (And for those of you who would like to do more media appearances, I've included some ideas for you below.)
Alisha Gale, our chief editor at Power of Moms, and I flew in at just about the same time on Friday morning. Neither of us had much sleep the night before, but we made it, and here we are at the car rental area. (I don't know why I feel the need to photo-document all these little steps, but I think it does make it easier to tell the story.)
We drove a few miles to the TV studio (I, of course, got lost and ended up in an abandoned train yard) but we eventually met up with my sister Page in the parking garage for Studio 5.
I can't tell you how comforting it was to have my sister and Alisha with me. I so appreciate them.
We got buzzed into the studio and made our way to the make-up room . . . past this control room that looks so fun.
Page helped me curl my hair and loaned me some of her jewelry for the recording.
And then one of the producers (a darling lady named Mindy), came in to prep me for my segment.
I was kind of laughing because it felt so "Hollywood." Sitting at a mirror surrounded with light bulbs, doing my hair and make-up, talking to a producer, and preparing for an interview on TV. That was pretty fun, I must say. I was trying to act like a professional, but inside I felt like a little girl, totally enthralled with everything around me. (Eric keeps reminding me that I am a professional now. I just keep forgetting.)
Here's a snapshot of me and Alisha:
And then one final picture before it was time to go to the "green room."
Those who are waiting to go on the show sit here and watch the live TV broadcast. The Studio 5 staff brought us water bottles, made sure we felt ready to go on, and were so incredibly kind to us.
A few minutes before my segment, they brought me into the studio so they could put on my microphone and let me get situated at the table.
Here's a panorama of the studio (well, half of it). I was really feeling excited at this point.
Brooke Walker, one of the main hosts of Studio 5, joined me at the table right before they started filming our segment. She's been on the show for eight years and does a fabulous job. Honestly, filming a one-hour live TV show five days a week, with a variety of guests and topics, is incredibly demanding. I admire her talents in this area.
Once we started filming, everything felt very comfortable. Brooke reminded me not to look at the cameras, but just to have a conversation with her. Those 8 minutes went by so fast, and she made it totally doable for me. (Thanks Brooke!)
After we finished, I took off my microphone . . .
smiled a sigh of relief (along with the cameraman) . . .
and then got to meet Camille from Six Sisters' Stuff on my way out. She was filming a segment on how to make a Cinnabon Cinnamon Roll Cake, which my children are now dying for us to have someday.
That was it! We then made our way back out to the parking garage . . . stopping to take a couple more photos:
Then we moved on to the other activities we'd planned for the day, and I started breathing a little deeper.
Before I close, I just want to provide a few ideas for those who would like to do more work with the media. Here's the basic process we went through:
(1) A couple of years ago, our PR Manager at Power of Moms, Laurie Brooks, emailed Studio 5 with a synopsis of what we do at Power of Moms, particularly highlighting our Learning Circles.
(2) After a few months (from what I remember), they asked us if they could record a segment about an actual Learning Circle. You can see it here.
(3) Then, over the last year or so, Studio 5 has occasionally come back to us for other interviews about our featured content.
This is my interview from last April when my post, Your Children Want YOU! went viral.
Here's Saren's great interview about loving every age and stage.
And another one by Saren about simple family practices that promote values.
Allyson Reynolds has been on there three times, talking about being the "perfect mother," cutting Dad some slack, and appreciating the "now."
I don't have an extraordinary amount of media experience, but if you feel like your current project would be great as a feature on TV or radio, I would definitely recommend that you do the following:
(1) Establish a solid platform of people who like what you do. Get feedback, make sure that what you're doing meets a need, and become an expert in your field.
(2) Contact local media outlets with press releases featuring the details about what you're doing. Follow up with phone calls and talk with contacts who may be willing to help you.
(3) Be patient and keep pursuing your passion. Saren and I decided long ago that we wanted to build Power of Moms because it was the right thing for us to do--not because we were hoping to get noticed in the process. Media appearances are wonderful, but we have to love the work we are doing.
(4) Continue to pitch ideas and develop content that offers a fresh perspective and interesting ideas. TV shows are craving good content. Help them do their job.
(5) When you are asked to do an interview, guest post, etc., make sure you're pleasant to work with. (Promptly reply to emails, show up on time, help promote the media outlet to your audience . . .) That makes it easy for them to ask you back.
I hope these ideas are at least a little bit helpful. I decided that if I am going to blog, I am going to make everything I write about as replicable as possible. I want to be sure I'm never setting myself up as someone trying to get attention or pretend like I'm better than anyone else. Because I know I'm not. I'm just trying to make a difference and help other moms.
Thanks for all your support.
Love,
April
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Report on the Park City Retreat
I just returned from a beautiful weekend at Richard and Linda Eyre's home where we held our Park City Power of Moms Retreat.
This Retreat was particularly special because (1) we also held our annual Power of Moms Board Gathering where I got to meet with 20 of my dearest friends (some for the very first time!) and (2) this was my last Retreat for awhile as I'm simplifying my schedule so I can spend more time with my mom (she's home from the rehabilitation center now!).
Here are some photos from the Retreat:
First, Andrea Davis and Rachel Nielson. Andrea works on our Book Team, and Rachel is one of our editors. This was my first time meeting both of them. Such a treat!
Tiffany Sowby (our wonderful Retreat Manager and Trainer Manager), and Dawn Wessman, our Bloom Manager.
Here are Saren and Rachelle (Rachelle does our spotlights and was the professional photographer at the event):
And here's Elsje Denison (from our dedicated editing team), Rachel, and Jessee Ure (one of our newest board members!):
Mary Croxford and Megan Stewart work with our Monthly Value:
And this is JaNae Messick, our Mind Organization for Moms Team Leader, who is also planning the D.C. Retreat with Saren, and Lacy Anderson, who has worked with our podcasts and is jumping into some new roles on our board:
Koni Smith handles every email that comes in through our "Contact Us" form, which is a huge help on a daily basis, and Alisha (on the right) is our Content Manager, which means that all submissions go straight to her. (She and I got to travel together, and it was so fun!)
Here are the board members who fit at this main table (thank you Eyres for welcoming us into your home!). Allyson Reynolds, who runs our Motherhood Matters blog, Christy Elder, our podcast editor, and Anna Jenkins, our Publications Manager and "Scholarship" Coordinator, weren't pictured above, so you can see them below (far right, peeking out from the middle, and far left):
Koni, JaNae, Saren, Lacy, Linda, and I sat across the kitchen at this table.
We enjoyed a lovely dinner and had a two-hour board meeting, where we discussed ways we can help Power of Moms better serve the mothers of the world. SO many ideas. (I'm still processing them!)
Here's our new photo for our Board Page (But oh, how we need the other half of our board in there. Next year . . .):
After our meeting, we just talked and talked, set up chairs for the Retreat the next day, and took pictures together.
Here's me and Dawn:
And Me and Allyson:
We stayed up way too late chatting, but it was so much fun to hang out in our pajamas and just enjoy time with people we never get to see in person!
Saturday morning, we were up bright and early to get ready for the Retreat. More than 80 people came, and it was spectacular.
Saren and I slipped out to the front porch to take a quick photo together:
Someday we're going to be grandmas, and we're going to talk about those "good old days" when we were young mothers putting on so many events.
This is me and JaNae, who I have been emailing for months, and I felt like I already knew her. It was an instant friendship once we finally got to connect in person.
And just one more of me and Rachelle. Rachelle is one of those people who is so thoughtful. She sends me encouraging text messages, mails a card for my birthday, and just watches out for me. I feel such a sisterhood with these ladies.
Every time I see a room full of deliberate mothers ready to start a Retreat, it takes my breath away.
Tiffany did a fantastic job talking about being "Fabulously Ordinary." Have you read her post? It touched my heart deeply.
Incredible mothers. As I look through these pictures and reflect on my conversations with them, I am honestly in awe.
We spent the morning talking about Peace, Purpose, Order, and Joy--the themes in our Power of Moms book (if you don't have a copy, Sunday is the very last day to get this first edition!). These women are so insightful.
In the afternoon, we talked about Family Systems, and we had a few husbands join us (because it's so much better to talk about these ideas with your spouse, if possible). I loved meeting them.
A Power of Moms Retreat is always full of discussions. That's why I like these so much. Everyone gets a chance to teach, and often it's the ideas learned in the small groups that really hit home.
At the end of the Retreat, we have to say our "Goodbyes," which are always the hardest for me.
We take photos with our new friends. There are lots of hugs. Occasionally we get to hear some of the stories these mothers are carrying in their hearts.
This is me and Sarah, who was in my freshman dorm back in 1996. I LOVE these mini-reunions and only wish we had more time to talk.
It was fun to finally meet Kirsten and Brooke from The Crafting Chicks. There are so many sharp women building online communities. I appreciate the chances we have to connect.
This is just about half of our editing team (Elsje, Rachel, Anna, Alisha, and Sarah). It's so funny that we work together just about every single day, but we only see each other once a year. These women are the ones who make the daily content on Power of Moms happen.
I never dreamed in a million years that her daughter would become one of my very best friends and that we would be working together to strengthen mothers and families.
This is a dream come true for me.
And now I'm back home with my husband and children--living through all the chaos that is inherent with family life. I've been exhausted and kind of grumpy and a little overwhelmed, but in spite of all our imperfections, this is my number one dream. I'm grateful to be part of a family.
This Retreat was particularly special because (1) we also held our annual Power of Moms Board Gathering where I got to meet with 20 of my dearest friends (some for the very first time!) and (2) this was my last Retreat for awhile as I'm simplifying my schedule so I can spend more time with my mom (she's home from the rehabilitation center now!).
Here are some photos from the Retreat:
First, Andrea Davis and Rachel Nielson. Andrea works on our Book Team, and Rachel is one of our editors. This was my first time meeting both of them. Such a treat!
Tiffany Sowby (our wonderful Retreat Manager and Trainer Manager), and Dawn Wessman, our Bloom Manager.
Here are Saren and Rachelle (Rachelle does our spotlights and was the professional photographer at the event):
And here's Elsje Denison (from our dedicated editing team), Rachel, and Jessee Ure (one of our newest board members!):
Mary Croxford and Megan Stewart work with our Monthly Value:
And this is JaNae Messick, our Mind Organization for Moms Team Leader, who is also planning the D.C. Retreat with Saren, and Lacy Anderson, who has worked with our podcasts and is jumping into some new roles on our board:
Koni Smith handles every email that comes in through our "Contact Us" form, which is a huge help on a daily basis, and Alisha (on the right) is our Content Manager, which means that all submissions go straight to her. (She and I got to travel together, and it was so fun!)
Here are the board members who fit at this main table (thank you Eyres for welcoming us into your home!). Allyson Reynolds, who runs our Motherhood Matters blog, Christy Elder, our podcast editor, and Anna Jenkins, our Publications Manager and "Scholarship" Coordinator, weren't pictured above, so you can see them below (far right, peeking out from the middle, and far left):
Koni, JaNae, Saren, Lacy, Linda, and I sat across the kitchen at this table.
We enjoyed a lovely dinner and had a two-hour board meeting, where we discussed ways we can help Power of Moms better serve the mothers of the world. SO many ideas. (I'm still processing them!)
Here's our new photo for our Board Page (But oh, how we need the other half of our board in there. Next year . . .):
After our meeting, we just talked and talked, set up chairs for the Retreat the next day, and took pictures together.
Here's me and Dawn:
And Me and Allyson:
We stayed up way too late chatting, but it was so much fun to hang out in our pajamas and just enjoy time with people we never get to see in person!
Saturday morning, we were up bright and early to get ready for the Retreat. More than 80 people came, and it was spectacular.
Saren and I slipped out to the front porch to take a quick photo together:
Someday we're going to be grandmas, and we're going to talk about those "good old days" when we were young mothers putting on so many events.
This is me and JaNae, who I have been emailing for months, and I felt like I already knew her. It was an instant friendship once we finally got to connect in person.
And just one more of me and Rachelle. Rachelle is one of those people who is so thoughtful. She sends me encouraging text messages, mails a card for my birthday, and just watches out for me. I feel such a sisterhood with these ladies.
Every time I see a room full of deliberate mothers ready to start a Retreat, it takes my breath away.
Tiffany did a fantastic job talking about being "Fabulously Ordinary." Have you read her post? It touched my heart deeply.
Incredible mothers. As I look through these pictures and reflect on my conversations with them, I am honestly in awe.
We spent the morning talking about Peace, Purpose, Order, and Joy--the themes in our Power of Moms book (if you don't have a copy, Sunday is the very last day to get this first edition!). These women are so insightful.
In the afternoon, we talked about Family Systems, and we had a few husbands join us (because it's so much better to talk about these ideas with your spouse, if possible). I loved meeting them.
A Power of Moms Retreat is always full of discussions. That's why I like these so much. Everyone gets a chance to teach, and often it's the ideas learned in the small groups that really hit home.
At the end of the Retreat, we have to say our "Goodbyes," which are always the hardest for me.
We take photos with our new friends. There are lots of hugs. Occasionally we get to hear some of the stories these mothers are carrying in their hearts.
This is me and Sarah, who was in my freshman dorm back in 1996. I LOVE these mini-reunions and only wish we had more time to talk.
It was fun to finally meet Kirsten and Brooke from The Crafting Chicks. There are so many sharp women building online communities. I appreciate the chances we have to connect.
This is just about half of our editing team (Elsje, Rachel, Anna, Alisha, and Sarah). It's so funny that we work together just about every single day, but we only see each other once a year. These women are the ones who make the daily content on Power of Moms happen.
I had to snap a photo with Linda Eyre, one of the most influential women in my life.
I never dreamed in a million years that her daughter would become one of my very best friends and that we would be working together to strengthen mothers and families.
This is a dream come true for me.
And now I'm back home with my husband and children--living through all the chaos that is inherent with family life. I've been exhausted and kind of grumpy and a little overwhelmed, but in spite of all our imperfections, this is my number one dream. I'm grateful to be part of a family.
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