Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Gratitude Tree


Jesus Christ was the first Christmas gift--from our Father to us. All we can offer in return, the only thing we posses that He didn't give us first, is our heart, will, and desire.

Ben's brilliant mom and dad sent us a Christmas gift to foster that.




The boys had a really good time opening the package 
and setting up the tree.

Grandma packaged it with such care. We were all caught up in the beauty of the ribbon, beads, and delicate snowflake ornaments. I loved the little basket and papers with lovely green borders. Each empty page promising to hold a great memory.




I have always believed that happiness leads to gratitude, which leads to happiness, which leads to gratitude, which leads to more happiness. It's a lovely upward spiral.




The thing that was new to me in this lesson, is that gratitude also leads to peace. Contentment comes from being thankful for what you have and demanding nothing more. 


Gratitude also leads to hope. Satisfaction with the past and present leads one to be optimistic about the future.


We started with three pages each and wrote down something we were thankful for, but in no time, it wasn't enough. Soon we were all grabbing more and filling them up. We had to guard that we didn't use them all. Dad hasn't had a turn yet.



 Then we rolled them up and attached them to the Christmas symbol for everlasting life. 




Our attempt to give something to our Heavenly Father in return for all He's given to us, left our hearts soaring.


Our gratitude tree glows, beautifully. 



It's just a reflection of our grateful hearts.


Friday, December 5, 2014

Four Keys to Successful Child Rearing

I ran across this talk I gave in Sacrament Meeting a few months ago. It was a timely accident. I've needed another reminder this week.


Four Keys to Successful Child Rearing

Thoughts on M. Russell Ballard’s April ’99 General Conference Address,

Like a Flame Unquenchable


I am not here to tell you how to raise your children. I realize I’m still new at this. I know my toughest years are still to come. Most of you know more about parenting than I do, and I look to you when I am unsure how to proceed as a mother. All I can do, today, is share my plan with you. I am going to talk about how I am raising my children.

If you are not a parent, or if your children are already raised, please do not zone out on me. So much of this applies to any relationship. I’m focusing on my relationship with my children, because this is where I feel the most responsibility for shaping the outcome. If you are not currently raising children, please apply my ideas to whichever relationship in which you feel the most responsibility.

I’ve put many years of study and thought into this. I’m doing my best to anticipate negative situations and to put preventative strategies in place. I’m doing this as thoroughly and quickly as possible too.

I remember I was only about 12-years-old when I began to think of my parents as old-fashioned and out of touch with what felt, to me, like an unprecedented time. I knew what they expected. And while they still served in an advisory role for me, it was many years before I realized that while the issues of the 90’s may have looked different from my parents’ experiences in the 50’s and 60’s, the problems and solutions of my world were—and still are—essentially very much like theirs’.

I was nearly out of high school before I began to really truly listen to them again. Luckily—or, perhaps, not so luckily—my parents had already given me, at age 12, enough tools to find the right answers for myself. I floundered and struggled for a few years, but when I was ready to stop messing around, I knew how to go about figuring things out and finding my own testimony.

So when I became a mother back in 2004, I decided that whatever direct steering and influencing I wanted to do, for Will, had to essentially be done within the next 11 years. Any time after that would be considered a bonus. By my watch, we’re almost there. I promise you, I am working, feverishly, to make this time count.

Elder Russell M. Ballard, in the April ’99 General Conference, suggested four things that are essential to good relationships:

1-   Information
2-   Communication
3-   Intervention
4-   Example

Information

Elder Ballard says, “The most important, life-changing information that I know of is the knowledge that we are truly children of God our Eternal Father. This is not only doctrinally correct, it is spiritually vital…To know Heavenly Father and to understand our relationship to Him as our Father and our God is to find meaning in this life and hope in the life to come.” If we don’t know that, there is no point in learning any part of His gospel. So teach your children how to find this truth for themselves. Teach them to pray about it and recognize the spirit’s response. Talk to them about what they feel. It will take some time for them to develop a powerful, burning testimony all their own, but help them at least get started.

We are all amazed by the commitment and drive of the first members of this church. They struggled and pushed through impossible situations and terrible circumstances. Haven’t we all wondered ‘how on earth did they do it?’. Elder Ballard points out that knew the gospel well. They were educated about what they were sacrificing for. And they were truly committed to keeping the covenants they had made with their Heavenly Father.

Make sure your children know the gospel stories. Make sure that when they make their baptismal covenant, they know and understand at least as much as new converts do. Help them be educated before they are baptized. They cannot develop burning, pioneer strength testimonies if they do not know what the doctrines of the gospel are.

Remember, it is not the primary’s job, to teach your kids the gospel. The purpose of primary is to support you in teaching your kids the gospel. We will try to pick up as much slack as we can. But we only spend a few hours a week with your kids. You must be the “primary” gospel source for your kids.

Elder Ballard advises us not to let peer groups, the schools, the media, or even the church leaders and teachers be the biggest source of source of influence over our young people. You be that biggest source.

Communication

Communication, including listening, is paramount. We all know this. But do we really do it? Elder Ballard cautions, what we see in each other’s eyes and feel in our hearts is more than what we are saying and hearing. Real communication is so much more than just words.

(PAUSE AFTER QUESTIONS)
Do you know what your kids know about any given gospel topic? Do you know what they understand about standards such as sex and pornography, missionary service, basic gospel doctrine, ect.?

Do not just assume that what you’ve said in the past has been absorbed. Learn what your kids actually do know by asking them questions. Have them teach mini lessons at Family Home Evening. Then you can revise your teaching as needed.

I have three eighteen-year-old nephews. Two of them have given the family cause to worry over the years. They have been the focus of much intervening. But the third nephew never has caused us worry. He went through his childhood making all the right choices and jumping through all the right hoops. We all just assumed he would go on doing so. For the last year or so, we’ve all been waiting and watching for him to get going with mission preparations, but it hasn’t happened. 

Finally, just a few months ago, someone asked him about his relationship with his Heavenly Father. He admitted that he didn’t have a testimony of his own. He hadn’t figured any of it out for himself. None of us knew that. Any one of us could have helped him with that, but we didn’t know to, because we didn’t ask.

At this point it is too late for anyone to directly steer him toward gaining that testimony. He is in charge of what he will be studying from here on out. He must seek out the truth of the gospel, himself, if he finds the desire to do so. Perhaps some probing questions, much earlier in his life, would have shown what he needed to be taught when the opportunity was available to do so.

Intervention

Pick your battles!

When deciding how to handle something we did that my mother did not agree with she would always ask herself this, “Is it a preference or a priority?” If the disagreement was a matter of preference, she would express her opinion and then let it go. But if the disagreement was a priority, she would let us know.

I have a brother who really got into that whole fad of bleaching his hair white and then dying it all sorts of bizarre colors with Kool-Aide. He looked like a goon for a year or two. My mom was incredibly patient with that whole thing. She let it go, because hair color is not an eternal principle of the gospel. Then later, when she came to that same brother with an issue that was a priority, not just a preference, he was more willing to listen.

Elder Ballard warns us to judge the situation; do not destroy the relationship.

Then he goes on to say, “It is the parents’ duty to intervene when they see wrong choices being made. That doesn’t mean that parents take from children [or teens] the precious gift of agency...But as parents we need to make sure they understand appropriate behavior and the consequences [of pursuing a wrong course of action].”

To me, this means that whatever age our children may be, tiny or nearly adult, we have the obligation to talk to them about the choices they make and what the consequences will be. But unless they are in immediate physical danger, or causing someone else immediate physical danger, we do not take away their agency by forcing them to do what we want. They cannot learn to choose the right if we force them to do the right.

We do not always have the ability to force, anyway. So spend the opportunities you have letting them experiment with choosing the right and finding that you know what you’re talking about.

We have allowed our children to crash scooters, and fall off counters, and break beloved toys and DVD’s that we won’t replace, and give up fun opportunities when obligations were not met, because after being warned, they made their own choices. I hope that by doing this, they are learning to trust us. I hope that later, when the consequences become more serious, they will believe our warnings.

I also find in myself a desire to exaggerate about consequences or to offer little white lies when the truth is inconvenient or uncomfortable. But because of my mother’s example, I resist this desire. I know she is completely trustworthy, and wouldn’t mislead me, because she never has, regardless of the situation.

This last Christmas, Will asked me an important question about a certain Christmas figure. When this has happened in the past I’ve countered by asking him what he thinks and such. But this year, he would not be distracted. He wanted to know what I thought. So, realizing there would be a cost involved, I was honest in my response.

His heart did break a little and he shed some tears, and I have since received criticism from friends, but I don’t regret it. I hope that when Will asks me about my belief in God, he will completely trust me when I tell him that I do believe in God and have felt the Holy Spirit testifying to me on that point. Besides, Will really enjoyed being involved “behind the scenes” of our Christmas preparations this year.

So, with regard to that most delicate of situations, intervening in your teenager or young adult son or daughter’s situation, I realize I have had zero real experience, but here’s my theory: I intend to be entirely honest about what I believe and feel, while exercising delicacy and tact, and hopefully, allow them to make their own choices, just as our Heavenly Father has done for us.

I remember when I was a young adult in college; I was considering marriage to a boy that my parents didn’t like at all. On multiple occasions they discussed their thoughts and feelings with me. They were very clear about why they felt the way they did and what they thought the consequences of marrying him could be.

I was stubborn, however, and eager to exercise my newly-achieved status of independent adult. So I argued and argued. Looking back, I can see that I was just waiting for my parents to outright forbid me from marrying him, so I could do just that.

Of course, this realization terrifies me now. I am so grateful my parents did not attempt to take my agency away from me on this point, even though I’m sure they were scared to death at the time. Because they taught me well, and gave me room to make my own choice, I was able to choose freely and not respond to a command. And thanks to Facebook, I can see that their predictions, about what my life would have been like had I married this guy, were not far from the truth.

Also, remember praise is just as important, to intervening, as criticism. Think about the examples in your life. Am I right? (flash a thumbs-up) Good on ya for all the times you do it!

Example

This last point is, in my opinion, the most important of all. So if I’ve lost your attention, please come back to me!

We all know that our children are watching us. But I think we would all be quite surprised to find out how much our children actually see. We cannot expect our children to honor, with exactness, the commandments we give them, unless we honor, with exactness, the commandments our Father has given us. So we must buck up and do it, if we want them to do it too.

Listen to this most perfect statement from Elder Ballard, “…one thing is certain: the commandments have not changed. Let there be no mistake about that. Right is still right. Wrong is still wrong, no matter how cleverly cloaked in respectability or political correctness…It is neither subject to public opinion polls nor dependent upon the situation or circumstance. There is no need to debate it.”

So the first thing we need to do is examine our own store of information. Do we have a solid, burning, pioneer-strength testimony of gospel principles? If not, lets get one! Each time we are exposed to gospel doctrine, lets pray about it and allow the spirit to testify of the truths we are hearing. This will give us the courage we need to keep commandments when the going gets tough.

Next, lets train ourselves to stay focused on the long-term, and eternal, results of our choices, rather than getting bogged down by the inconvenience of how those choices affect us day to day.

Elder Ballard says, “Sometimes we are tempted to let our lives be governed more by convenience than covenant. It is usually not convenient to share the gospel with others. It is [rarely] convenient to respond to a calling in the Church, especially one that stretches our abilities [beyond our zone of comfort].” Our neighbors’ need for a helping hand or meal rarely happens on a lazy Saturday afternoon when we have nothing going on and our pantry and fridge are stalked with plenty of things to share. Tithing isn’t only due when all our financial obligations are met and there’s plenty of money left over. 

“But there is no spiritual power in living by convenience. The power comes as we keep our covenants.

“As we look at the lives of these early Saints, we see that their covenants were the primary force in their lives. Their example and testimony were powerful enough to influence generation after generation or their children”

That is the way we can best influence our children, too.

Summary

1- Give your children gospel information:
-       Help them start their personal relationship with their Heavenly Father.
-       Teach them the gospel yourself.
-       Educate them about baptismal covenants before and after they make them.

2- Truly Communicate:
-       Do not just preach.
-       Ask clarifying questions.
-       Do not assume they know or understand what you’ve taught.

3- Intervene with love, not force:
-       Is it a priority or a preference?
-       DO NOT FORCE.
-       Be completely honest.
-       Praise when possible

4- Set the example:
-       Strengthen your own testimony.
-       Keep your covenants with exactness before expecting the same of your kids.

Because of agency, we have no guarantee that, if we do all this stuff, our families will march through, unscathed. But it is my firm belief that these are the best methods to create closer families and eternal happiness.

I join with Elder Ballard in praying that “the fire of our covenants may burn in our hearts like a flame unquenchable” leading us to absolute righteousness, and thereby, setting the example and paving the way for our children to do the same.


In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Christmas Village

I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!!!!


Yesterday, for Family Home Evening, we pulled out our beautiful nativity set and went through the nativity story. I felt like my boys really got it this year! I asked them questions about motivation and they responded well. Let's hope they're truly understanding.

Tonight, we visited Christmas Village in Ogden. This is such a wonderful place. My boys went from house to house, searching for the house holding Santa, but almost always momentarily mesmerized by the scenes inside. It was so cute!






They loved this little boy playing baseball


Finally! We found the house containing Santa. And while Smarty no longer believes in Santa, he enjoys the element of magic all around the idea of Santa. He really enjoyed sharing a minute with this Christmas helper. 



 Sweety wasn't sure, at first. While waiting his turn, he told me he didn't want to sit on Santa's lap, but as you can see, he quickly got over his concerns.  


He told Santa that he wanted a truck. Santa asked him what kind of truck, and he, of course, said he wanted a Ford. Santa was genuinely surprised and pleased (apparently Santa's a Ford man).
Sweety proclaimed this man to be the real Santa. His evidence? This guy has a real beard.   
What can I say? I can't argue with that kind of logic. 
Later on, Sweety said that Santa's hair was funny. When I asked why, he replied, "His chin hairs tickled my chin hairs." Apparently that's pretty great, because we all had a good laugh over that.


 My kids were both half-convinced that these guys were genuine elves, just holding still while we were looking. *giggle*  


 Shortly after, we went for a Christmas train ride. Thank you RAMP!


Then, we headed home for hot chocolate. Truly a lovely evening.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

My Sweet Husband

Ben just told me that I'm like frosting: I cover up his bad parts; I make everything better; and while I may be a little bit lumpy in places, I taste great!

How can I not love that man?!

Friday, October 31, 2014

Halloween 2014

We had such a great time, tonight! 


Here's our Ash--the Pokemon trainer:




And our mechanic:






My favorite boys:



And here they are with Clark Kent:



Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Chew On This

For the sake of medical history, here's what's been happening--teeth-wise--at our house lately:


1-  Sweety lost his first tooth on Sunday, June 2, 2013. We were in singing time in primary. We were literally on our last song and in the last five minutes of church. When I looked down at my Sweety, he had a totally-freaked-out-but-trying-to-be-brave look on his face. So I finished up the song and grabbed him right after the closing prayer.

As all the other primary kids bolted, Sweety threw his little arms around my neck and began to sob about his "wiggly" tooth. Apparently he thought his whole mouth was coming undone! Poor kid. After a fair amount of reassuring, we took him home and Dad set to work with the pliers.

It actually did take a fair amount of work for Dad and the pliers. Sweety has a teeny-tiny sized mouth. Like teeny. Like a stick and a half of gum completely fill his bird jaws up.

The tooth in question was not attached at all, but it was jammed in place by all the other teeth crowded into that little space. It did not want to wiggle free! But a wedged anything has never been a problem for Handy-Man Bardwell! Sweety's tears dried, the tooth fairy left a kickback, and Ben's fingers recovered. Another day saved and all turned out well at the Bardwell household.

2-  In August 2013, Sweety lost his other front bottom tooth while we were in Panguitch. Somehow the tooth fairy was able to find us there too.

3-  Later that fall, the dentist pulled one of the bottom teeth next to the missing middles. Luckily the tooth fairy apparently accepts pre-term teeth as well.

4-  Then in April of 2014, the last of the bottom front four came out all on it's own. Do you think teeth can sense when they are next up on the dentist's hit list?

5-  The two top front teeth started to wiggle in August of 2014. Ben, bracing for a fight, pulled with all of his might. Unfortunately, that was less than awesome for Sweety. He got a full $5 that day. I think the tooth fairy felt a little guilty. ;)

6-  Smarty has lost several molars over the summer. The last two came out just last month. And because of the August incident, the tooth fairy has had to up the ante for him too. Super fun! Goin' broke on used teeth. Gotta' love it.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Shine the Light- Ogden Temple and Tabernacle Rededication and Commemorative Community Cultural Celebration Youth Choir and Cast

That's what we just finished. Actually, I don't know if that's it or not, but all those words are in there--in some order or another. ;-)

Does it seem confusing? Believe me, I can empathize. 'Confusing' is a large part of the experience I just had.

Don't worry. It is not my intention to spend a lot of time whining about the hard parts of this experience. But there have been frustrations. How could there not be?

The scale of this thing just astounds me. 2 separate casts of 8,000-10,500 kids performing 15 songs complete with dancing, costumes, scenery, props, and a full choir. And all of this being designed and put out--start to finish--in under 5 months, by a handful of amazing people, but mostly amateurs, none-the-less, and volunteers to boot.


It is a fact that this never would have worked without divine help. It's humbling to think that our offering was worthy of heavenly supplement. But my hat goes off to the hundreds of committed earth-angels too.

I'm stalling. Can you tell? I cannot figure out how to sum up all of the positive points of this experience in one blog post. There's just too much. But to quote one of my assistants, "[A] simple phone call, three months ago, changed my life."

He texted that too me shortly after we arrived at the Dee Events Center for our only dress-rehearsal on Saturday morning. Stage crew were hustling all around. Sound guys were doing mike checks. The choir turned out to be larger than expected, so we were being shuffled across seating sections. And all the youth were doing what youth do--talk, talk, talking.

However, in spite of the noise and bustle, I don't remember ever feeling that palpable "temple" spirit in a secular building the way I did that morning. My feelings were (and still are) so tender about it all, so when my friend texted me and said, "This place is bursting with the spirit of Christ. I need a box of tissues." I felt I had to verify his sincerity.

After he made the statement about the phone call, I replied, "This has been a great experience for me too. These kids have done more to restore my faith in humanity than most anything I've encountered in recent years. They don't even have a clue about the power they carry with them. But I feel it."

His reply, "No they don't. They are pure like I don't remember experiencing before."

I know we've all been told similar things as youth, too. We've all heard about being part of the chosen generation and how much stronger we were than our predecessors, but I believe it now. And I get it. As we move through this life we draw from the support of those who came before or us, then we reach back to support those coming up behind us. The support we received makes us more capable than we would have been alone, so we have more to give those who follow. We build on each other and make the chain of our generations unbreakable.

And it's not just about families. It's about wave after wave of volunteers in God's service. The generations of this church and this work. Pioneers to settlers to farmers and so on up through our respective times.

I'm the kid who is just now figuring out about the power that is in me, that I didn't have a clue about. And banded together with hundreds of others who were raised to be willing and capable, we were able to do something amazing for the current youth of our church, who will take this and build on it for those who come behind them. That's the power. Generations of giving to each other.

So, evil forces that be, good luck. We actually are gathering strength and closing ranks.

Friday, September 5, 2014

First Day of School and A Very Impressive Burn

In an effort to get myself blogging regularly, I'm just going to throw some stuff on here, for a little while. Maybe, with time, I'll get back into doing more thoughtful posts.

Here's Sweety's first day of first grade and Smarty's first day of fourth grade. 



My cute boys were too excited to get to class. They were having trouble focusing on getting a nice picture. :) Silly boys.






















They've been at school for two and a half weeks now, and so far so good!



We're seriously hoping that Smarty has a pleasant experience this year. He was excited to be able to sit by his best friend, Rylan. And I hear they've done a decent job of paying attention, even though they're right by each other. Good boys!




And here is Sweety with his very impressive sunburn.

Woops! My mistake. That's not Howie, but it was kind of hard to tell the difference last weekend.

Here he is now, one week after the fateful day.




Last Friday the entire school closed early and walked over to our local aquatic center. I sent my boys in swim shirts, but Sweety opted to leave his at school. He was without sun protection from 12 until 3, that day. It was a ROUGH weekend, but thanks to a priesthood blessing, a gallon or so of aloe gel, and a little medical intervention, he is healing well. Phew!