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Monday, May 31, 2010

The Thrill of Teaching


Dear Sister,

I recently had my piano recital and I understand now why you would want to become a teacher.  It was amazing to see these kids perform.  I work with them on a weekly basis and of course see their constant progress (or sometimes it seems, the lack of progress).  However, they all rose to the occasion and it was wonderful to see them be able to share their progress with others.  We had a large turnout and I was proud of the support that these kids had.

I can only imagine how it must be to work with a class on a daily basis wanting and hoping for them to succeed.  To see so much potential in each child and ponder how to best pull it out of them.  It is so funny to know that they are all working towards the same goal, yet every path for each child is completely different from each other.


I am so excited and energized from the recital.  The whole night was one big positive event.  There is so much negativity in the world, I was glad to provide a bright bit of hope to all who attended.  Of course it wasn't just me.  The kids were all so professional, so polished and I know they basked in their accomplishments.

Every detail was wonderful and as I saw each child feel like a million bucks, I saw them grow.  I am looking forward to summer lessons.  They all want them.  Can you believe it?  I have never seen such motivated students before.  I love it.

Hope all is well.

Love,
Lindsay

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Mothers and Daughters


Dear Readers,

I want to tell you about an experience that I had.  Today my Visiting Teachers came and shared a message with me.  If you do not know what Visiting Teachers are, click here to view a 2 minute video that will explain it to you.

They shared a message with me about a talk recently given entitled "Mothers and Daughters".  In it M. Russell Ballard talks about the relationship between a mother and her daughters.  Really, if you are a mother, or a daughter (that would be all women), I invite you to read it or re-read it.  (Men are welcome to also)

After thinking about the things that they shared all day, tonight as we tried to read some scripture to my daughter.  I paused.  Rather than send her quickly off to bed, I took her on my knee, and I told her that I knew that Heavenly Father lives.  That He loves us.  That He knows my name, and her name, and Husband's name.  I told her that He wanted us to make good choices so that we could live with Him again.

It was sweet.  It was simple.  It was short.  It was a special moment where we strengthened our bond.

I hope that all mothers will give this gift to their daughters, to share with them their beliefs.

Reflectively,
Lindsay

Emergency!!!


Dear Mom,

Today I am having one of those emergencies that is only an emergency if I can call you up to blow it even more out of proportion!!!  (I am not the only person who does this in the world.)  Since you aren't answering your phone, I suppose I will just have to settle for solving this one on my own.  We are only talking about paper vs. styrofoam plates, and fancy forks vs. non-fancy forks.  I suppose I'll live.


Thanks for being there when it really matters, and for all of my "emergencies" too.


Love,
Lindsay

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Money, Money, Money


Dear Friend A,

I thought you would be interested in knowing that I no longer do the budgeting for my family.  I started doing it when my husband had less time, but now that his schedule has changed we have decided that he will take over the majority of the responsibility.  We have always made our financial decisions together, but whoever is in charge of the tracking and recording does tend to be involved a lot more, and no one can complain if everyone is clothed and fed and we have a roof overhead.

At first I was afraid of change, but change is good.  Already he has made some changes that have been good things.  He also said that this has made him feel more like the provider of our family.  He is supposed to provide, preside, and protect while I nurture the children, and that is nice to know we are fulfilling our roles.

Going from no budget a few years ago to what we have now, we've come so far and have so much financial freedom because of it.  We have no consumer debt and save every month.  We always are trying to further our financial knowledge so that we can teach our children.

Sincerely,
Lindsay

Thursday, May 20, 2010

I am Sorry


Dear Daughter,

I am sorry.  It is always difficult to swallow one's pride and apologize, but sometimes to those we love it is even harder to say that one is sorry.

I am sorry that this past week, I didn't express to you my love as I should have.  I should not have yelled.  I should not have used that tone of voice with you.  I could have been more patient and less selfish.

I had forgotten.  I had forgotten how long I had waited for you to come to my family.  I had forgotten the years of disappointment and longing.  The feeling that I would do anything to have the opportunity to have you in my life.  I had forgotten where you came from and I had forgotten that you are not only my daughter, but a daughter of God.  He loves you even more than I love you.  He has entrusted you to my care, and I will do better, because I love you and I love Him.

You are a VIP to our Heavenly Father and I am sorry that this past week, I forgot.

Love,
Lindsay

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

How Does Your Garden Grow?


Dear Friend V,

How are you?  I haven't had the chance to ask you.  How is your garden?  Are you going to try the lettuce again?  I am especially interested as this year I have planted my own.

My husband dug up a 10x15 plot in the backyard and we have already planted corn, peas, onions, carrots, broccoli, and bell peppers.  I admit I was skeptical as I have never really planted anything before and have struggled to keep flowers alive.

I was not prepared for the thrill of seeing our very first crops appear, the little plants barely poking out of the soil!  Now the corn and peas are tall enough to be seen while looking out of the kitchen window.  It took longer, but now the onions and carrots have shown themselves as well.  I am still hopeful for the broccoli and peppers and if it's not too late we want to plant some tomatoes and squash.

I hope we have some "beginner's luck" as I look forward to eating all of these yummy vegetables.  We'll get better with practice I am sure.  I don't know that we were the most efficient with our space, but we are learning the skills, and eventually we will be more self-reliant.

Good luck,
Lindsay

Monday, May 17, 2010

I Love the Piano


Dear Mother,

As I have been preparing for the upcoming piano recital I have been thinking about you a lot.  I will always remember the day, one summer long ago, where you sat by my side and helped me practice a song that was so difficult at the time that I was ready to quit taking piano lessons over it.

I remember sitting there on the bench, eyes filled with tears so I could barely see the notes on the page.  You sat next to me pointing to one measure at a time helping me to figure it out, and rewarding me with candy to keep me going.

Though we did not learn the whole song that afternoon, I have never forgotten that day as that was the turning point where everything clicked and all of a sudden I was playing many pieces at a much higher level, and then sight-reading and accompanying others, and then my love for the piano really took off.

Since that day you have heard many of the fruits of our labors.  However, I've been out of the house for sometime now and so you have not heard many other pieces played.

Yesterday I accompanied a group of Spanish singers at Church.  I showed up, we practiced once, then the violin player showed up (gotta love that Latin culture), so I didn't know exactly how the piece was going to turn out.  I sat through the service not knowing what was being said most of the time.  I only knew it was time for the number when I saw everyone else stand up.  What happened next was the most beautiful musical number and I felt so blessed to be a part of it.  The singers ranged in age from 10-17, so their vocal abilities were limited, but they sang from the heart.  As I left the meeting I saw that several people were wiping tears, they had been touched by the music.

These types of things happen every week, Mom, and I just want you to know of the far reaching effect of that one summer day where you didn't let me give up.

Love,
Lindsay

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Welcome


Dear Readers,

I hesitate to use "readers" as plural, because this blog is for me.  Hence, I am one reader, not more than one.  However, I do think my husband will read this blog, and then I think of my sister, and then on and on (or so I hope), so that is why I am using readers instead of reader.  I do not expect others to read my blog out of duty or obligation, but I hope that as is it develops and progresses that others will be drawn to it because of my writing style (and talent).  I know I am dreaming big, but if I am going to spend time on dreams, they might as well be big.

I have shied away from blogging for a long time.  It was always for this reason or that reason (I don't want to get into a blogging debate here and now).  However, I have always loved to communicate.  Ask my family.  Ask my friends.  Ask anyone who knows me well.  I love to talk to people.  I love to meet new people.  In my teenage years I would stay up late to talk to this person or that person.  In public, I would talk to strangers and make friends easily.  In college I even declared communications as my major only to change it again (and again).  I still have concerns and reservations about blogging, but I also believe that it is time to "join the conversation" as asked by Elder Russell M. Ballard.  Therefore, I will be non-specific in some of my writing.  My intent is not to offend or steal others' ideas, but rather respect their privacy.  Also, keep in mind that I know many people.  If you think I am posting about you, think before taking offense, please.

Why letters?  It is a scientific un-proven fact that EVERYONE loves to receive mail.  Everyone loves finding something in the mailbox other than bills, and unwanted advertisements.  When I was younger I went out of my way to write letters to others specifically so that they would write me back.  I spent many hours writing these letters.  I would use different colored inks, make cards, and find ways to pack as much into an envelope as my one ounce would allow.  Then I also decorated the envelopes, hoping that as others came in contact with the envelope that it would inspire a desire to communicate and that I could single handedly jump start an increase in mail volume.  Lastly, I always went to the post office in person to send off my masterpieces (they were not just letters).  I never was annoyed by waiting in the line.  It was worth it to hand deliver my envelope to the clerk, to get it weighed and then stamped before being placed in it's correct bin.

These letters are for family, friends and those I don't know.  They are my voice to say the things I want to say.  They represent my ideas, feelings, and beliefs.  I hope you enjoy.

So my dear readers, I look forward to meeting you, and I hope the same goes for you.

Regards,
Lindsay