Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Sick

In the last blog post, I mentioned how surprised I am when Nate is called out of town for emergency response and the kids get sick.  I made it through 9 days of single parenting before the sick bug came to town.

Once I've adjusted to Nate being gone, I start making crazy plans.  Paint the bathroom!  Dejunk the laundry room!  Organize the gift wrap!  Deep clean the pantry!  These ideas become my mantras for the duration of his absence.  Then the sickness sneaks in.

Every child has their own sick personality.  There's the whiny child who demands fresh cold water and a compress every five minutes-- the one who can never be comfortable and constantly beckons from the couch.  There's the sleeper-- the easiest of the bunch, who tends to curl up and sleep the fevers, the coughs, and the sore throats away.  Then there is Jeffrey.  He's the quiet one.  He basically shuts down and becomes a couch potato.  He rarely sleeps, just sits in a daze.  He doesn't want medicine, and he doesn't want me to leave his side.

Usually when this happens, I get a little bitter because I was looking forward to ACCOMPLISHING something.  I was thinking I might be able to get a chunk of Christmas shopping out of the way and have the house tidy and exercise a lot while Nate was gone.  Ha ha.

I think this time, it's been a wake up call on where my priorities should be.  As a mother with young children, days were spent coloring and crafting and reading together.  Because Jeffrey is the youngest, he doesn't get that kind of Mom time like his siblings did.  So for the past 6 days, we've done
puzzles,
 
(Croup sometimes deserves a good breathing treatment)
 
and art,
 
 
and snowflake making.
 
 
 
Chances are when Nate gets home, the coughs and fever will be long gone.  My Christmas shopping isn't done and my house isn't tidy enough, but at least my little Monkey boy and I will have lots of memories of sleepovers and snuggles that got us through a long couple of weeks.
 

They do grow up fast!  Next time Nate leaves, please remind me of a new mantra : Love them, Love them, Love them.
 

Friday, November 15, 2013

The spouse of Superman

Nate was assigned to Emergency Response for the LDS Church in the summer of 2005, while he was serving as a Bishop.  His previous job was in International Logistics with Deseret Transportation, so I knew to a degree what his new assignment entailed.  Because ours is a worldwide and welfare-oriented church, when disasters strike, we come to aid.  In trying to become like Jesus Christ, we do what we can to be like him, and that means reaching out to those in need.

Sometimes with large disasters, Nate is called away.  Sometimes he stays here and works from his office.  Much of it depends on how established the Church is in an area, and how much relief aid is requested and needed.  Here is the process for disasters for the Church:

1. Assess.  How many missionaries and members affected?  Are they safe?  How many buildings are affected?
2.  Report.  Ward and Branch leaders report to Stake and District Leaders, who report to Area Welfare Specialists and Directors of Temporal Affairs, who report to headquarters and the Presiding Bishopric.
3.  Conference.  Oft times this is done over the phone, as disasters cover many time zones.  Local leaders make requests to serve the needs of their areas.
4.  Proposals.  Emergency Response puts together plans including items needed to be purchased, items used from storehouses, where to purchase items, how they will be shipped, how much it will cost, when it will arrive, and who will distribute.
5.  Initiate.  Once the plan is in place and approved, make it fly, and quickly.

This is obviously simplified, leaving out a lot of details.  The Church partners regularly with other relief organizations throughout the world including the Red Cross, Catholic Charities, Islamic Relief, UNHCR, Salvation Army, and others.  Nate has served as a representative of the Church in VOAD (Volunteer Organizations Active in Disaster) for the state of Utah, nationally, and Internationally.  VOAD is an organization that allows many charitable organizations (many of them faith-based and non-profit) to become acquainted and develop relationships so that when calamities come, they can work together efficiently.  The global humanitarian community is wonderful and the outstretched hands from around the world compliment and lift each other.

(the previous paragraphs pretty much sound like a middle school report... sorry about that!)

I like to joke with my kids when they ask "What is Dad doing?" and my response is "Saving the world, one phone call at a time." Neighbors ask, "How's Superman?" I laugh.  Yes, I am married to Superman.  One minute he is in his shirt and tie, the next, he is flying off to save someone.  We are lucky to have Nate as the head of our family: daily showing what it means to selflessly serve.

But I knew I was married to Superman long before Nate worked in the LDS Welfare department.  He was the one pulling over on the side of the road to help someone with a flat tire and getting home late for dinner.  He was the one sneaking out on early Saturday mornings to plant tulips for his mom, or get groceries while I slept in.  He was the one taking truckloads to the dump for the neighborhood, and staying after church to fold up all the chairs.  I should have realized when we got married he wouldn't continue working for the family mortgage company, or pursue International Business as planned.  Silly me!

The years have taught me a lot and I'm often asked how I feel about Nate heading out.  It finally dawned on  me that I am living what thousands of spouses live day after day, year after year.  The spouses of our armed forces go through many of the same emotions I have, but it is far more dangerous and usually spans a LOT more time.  The longest Nate ever goes is less than 3 weeks, and these awesome troops go out for months, even years, at a time.  Wow.  They deserve all the respect and gratitude we can give them!  And their families deserve it as well.

It's difficult to articulate how I feel (and I'm sure others feel) when my Responder heads out, but I'm going to take a crack at it, for posterity's sake.  Here it is (to be the spouse of Superman).

LOVED we have great talks on the phone and email when Nate is gone, and he always tells us he loves and misses us.  He always wishes I could join him, and so do I.  Someday!
REASSURED  The Spirit always helps me feel that Nate will be safe.  I think if he is going to be doing the Lord's work, he will be protected.  It might not be ideal, but he will be ok.
TIRED When Nate goes out of town, everyone wants a turn in my bed, and Jack (our mini-Australian shepherd) likes to sleep on my feet.  Good times.
DISJOINTED  It feels like half of me is here, and the other half somewhere else.  Have you ever seen Star Trek?  I kind of feel like this:
I felt that way a little bit when Joe was serving a mission, and when Anne was studying abroad in Jerusalem.  It's a strange feeling.
SAD Once Nate is out working, he relays stories of terror and destruction.  It is always worse in person than what you imagine.  After we talk, it's hard to go through the day without feeling a little heartbroken for the sweet people who have been affected.  Whether those people are from Pakistan, New Jersey, Japan, the Philippines, or Texas, these are God's children and they have suffered trauma and devastation.
GRATEFUL Knowing what is going on in the world also reminds me that I have been given much.  We have a warm home, food, clothes, friends, and family, and our Savior Jesus Christ who suffered for each of us.
RELIEVED  I worry every day about what to make for dinner because I want to give Nate something he likes.  It's the old fashioned homemaker in me!  I still cook for the family when he goes, but if the kids don't like it, I tell them to eat cereal or make a box of mac and cheese.  Nate is not demanding of my cooking, but I am still like a newlywed when it comes to wanting to impress him when he comes home from a long day.
SURPRISED at how often one of the kids gets sick, and how frequently house problems happen (broken ice-maker, basement flooding, dryer stops drying, etc) We are definitely not immune.  No issues yet this time: knock on wood!
WITHDRAWN It's hard to explain, but when Nate is away, I have this urge to stay home like a mother hen with my chicks under my wings.  I don't like going out and answering a lot of questions.  I get the feeling I had when my brother, Tad, died while Nate was the Bishop, and I didn't want the attention.  I tend to be guarded until he lands at the Salt Lake City airport.
PEACEFUL  At night, when we read scriptures and kneel to pray without him, I feel a tangible peace.  I also felt that when Nate was gone as a Bishop, caring for our ward family.  I hate having him gone, but I love that glowing feeling we have when he's out.
THANKFUL So many kind people check up on me and the kids, and the kids do step up.  They know that by the end of one of Nate's trips, I will be stressed.  Mary helps with the dishes and cleans the kitchen at night.  Lucy spends one on one time with Jeffrey boy.  Joe keeps me laughing.  Anne sends Nate and me emails.  Emma steadies the ship day after day.  People are blessings!
AWARE  It's good to have perspective-- to know there is a big world out there with millions of people, who have joys and struggles, and to know that the world doesn't revolve around us, or around our appearances, possessions, vacations, or lack of. 

Bottom line? I couldn't be more blessed.  Heavenly Father loves each and every soul on this earth, and I'm the lucky one who ended up with Superman.

 
I love you!  See you soon.


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Super Easy Spider-leg Soup

I live in Utah, and it is COOOOOOLD on Halloween!  I like to make a pot of soup while the kids are at school so that my trick-or-treaters can eat at their leisure.  This is one of the easiest soups I make, and it has great flavor.  Even my pickiest eaters will eat this soup!  Here's what you need:
and this:
 
And now you are ready to start cooking. 
 
 
In a large pot cook for 20-25 minutes:
4 cups chicken broth
1/2 t salt
1/2 t pepper
3 or 4 chopped carrots
1 diced onion
1 box Rice-a-Roni (Long Grain and Wild Rice ) and seasoning
2 cups water
After checking for vegetable tenderness, remove from heat.
 
Form a roux:
1/2 cup butter, melted
3/4 cup flour
2 cups milk
 
Add roux to vegetables/broth gradually.  Stir until incorporated and thick.
Add chopped chicken (3-4 breasts if you aren't using a rotisserie chicken)
 
Voila!  I am still cooking with an electric cooktop, so I like to keep it warm in a crock pot rather than risk the bottom burning in the pan all afternoon. 
 
I'm all about short-cut recipes on crazy days like Halloween!  No sane human being is going to want to slave over soup.  Trust me, from start to finish, you will be done with this in less than an hour.  If you have a food processor, you can shave off more minutes with your carrots and onions as well.
 
Happy Spooky, Scary, Spider-leg Soupy Halloween!
 

 


Sunday, November 3, 2013

Count Your Many Blessings

I had a thankful moment today.

Little Paige spent the entire Sacrament Meeting covering her program with things for which she is thankful.  Occasionally, I peered over her shoulder to see how it was coming along.
About 55 minutes after she began, our Bishop stood to announce the closing song and prayer.
Paige's eyes perked up!  The organ pipes sounded, and the congregation joined to sing:

When upon life's billows you are tempest-tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost
Count your many blessings; name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.

Her pen bouncing across the page, she followed the beat, counting each of her words cluttering the program.

Count your blessings; name them one by one.
Count your blessings; see what God hath done.
Count your blessings; name them one by one.
Count your many blessings; see what God hath done.

With the corners of her mouth turned up in a beaming smile, Paige nudged her Mom, pointed to her program, and mouthed the total.  I witnessed her joy from the bench behind her. 

Today, I was reminded that this statement is true:
 
"It is not happy people who are thankful,
  it is thankful people who are happy."
 
For that, I am thankful.  And happy.