Grateful in any Circumstance
Dieter F. Uchtdorf teaches that we can choose to be grateful in any circumstances, including in the midst of tribulation.....
Grateful in any Circumstance
As we ponder all that we are Thankful for...
I am Eternally grateful for Austin, Jordan, Jacob, Andrew, Alex and of course Michael, (my warrior) (and ALL my family, no matter how insensitive they can be, and not even realize)
I am also SO grateful for Andrew's, Jacob's, Austin's, Jordan's, and Alexander's Pioneer ancestor, Wealtha Bradford - the *Great-Great-Great Granddaughter of the Famous William Bradford, founder of this Thanksgiving Holiday, who married my Great-Great-Great Grandfather Hatch !!!
Here (below) is an super neat article on her, which The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints tells us of her, and put out recently, in this article to the public about her and her conversion to the Gospel of Jesus Christ !!!
*It's fun to be related to someone so special! (link below)
Pioneers: An Anchor for Today
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
There are few words that can describe the incredible Spiritual experience that happened that day.
Those in attendance were 'supposed to be' there.
God and his angels were in the room...it felt packed with beings from both worlds. The energy of love was so intense and sweet.
Those who are heartless, will never understand.
(a big thank you to Ken Olson, who took these pics that day)
In this page we continue to see more of Karen and Karen helping me go through my painful and emotional contractions to come closer and closer to my delivery of my son Michael Aaron.
The middle pic is a nice one of Bernd helping me through this tough time too.
(Although when my contractions became almost unbearable, I asked "please" can I have an epidural for the pain, but Bernd insisted that I do not.) *I was SO mad that I couldn't have something for the pain since I was already so emotionally sad about this whole situation. However, later I was thankful (once it was over) that I could recover without the pain killers. Oh well, it was a toss up situation.
I was super thankful that my awesome Midwives were the ones that were the ones that caught Michael on his arrival into the world. They used 'pressure points' to relieve pain, and they were knowledgeable on what herbs to use for birthing and female issues. They were both caring, patient and inspired. It was all orchestrated by God and went as planned and so well, I was truly blessed beyond comprehension!
On the back of page 46, are more up close and personal photos of the delivery and birth of my heavenly son Micheal. These were some of me focusing on the bad pain and of course I managed to smile through one of the contractions while it subsided between them.
I have to laugh at my funky hair style. (lol) At that time, I was growing my hair out from a 'short' hair style and it was easier to 'perm' my hair to make it more manageable while it grew...of course I remind myself of a clown...perfect timing...HA!
Below you still see some neat pics of my brother Davids missionary farewell party at Grammys house in Provo, Utah. Unlike the last pic, this time everyone turned around to smile.
(from left to right) I think it is Brads mother-in-law, Bernd, David (the star with the tie), then my brother Brad, ? behind him, Uncle Rich eating, my moms head peaking behind Susy's, oh and in front there is Erika sitting and my sister Susanne sitting, then my brother Jon at the sink, someones baby at the baby seat. There are lots of more people in the kitchen who I am unable to detect.
Below this is a cute pic of my adorable baby Jordan Taylor playing with a toy phone. Next to him is his cousin Brandon, Brad and Erika's first baby. He is the one that just got married this summer! Next to them must be my younger cousin keeping them entertained....
Above here you see Jordan again, this time back at home in our kitchen high chair. He is looking so adorable, I had to take a picture. He is eating his cereal. As you see, we have our poster of the Alphabet behind him, since Austin was learning his letters!
Below, is the back side of page 45.
This pic of Jordan below is when I caught him smiling. He was still such a small baby to me.
Over the past week, through a series of High Tech ultra sounds I had learned that my baby Micheal was not fully developed. That he had tumors in his kidneys, an underveloped brain and heart. It was as though he STOPPED developing all of a sudden at 4 months term, said the Dr.'s. The same month that Bernd and I had been excommunicated from the LDS Church. Michael was going to die either before birth, or after birth we were told. I had spent a few days crying and then spent the rest of the time working on his funeral, his name, and other preparations.
I had prayed diligently to know his name and felt that Micheal, meaning Who is like God? Gift from God would be fitting. I had prayed as to whether or not to induce his birth, since I was growing too big with water weight due to my body holding a sick baby was trying to buffer the problems. Many of my friends thought that it would be abortion if we tried to induce his birth...however after much prayer, God started my labor one month early from Michaels expected due date (one week after learning of his problems) and we were extremely grateful that God, nature, was doing its job and deciding for us what was best for me and the baby.
In these pics below, you see me, Austin, and Jordan in front of our remodeled fireplace. I see on top of this mantel is my favorite mother and son plate, picture of the LDS Temple, and with cute pics of my children etc....
The above picture is of Bernd with Jordan. Jordan was trying on daddy's boots. He looked so cute and funny that I took a picture of him being adorable!
The pic below is of me finally in the hospital in labor pains ready to deliver my sweet Michael. We weren't sure if he would come out alive or dead.
I had gone in around 12am (midnight) and had spent the night here in this first room. As you can see, here at 7am my two midwives had come in to check on me. Karen Everitt, standing, and Karen her assistant midwife, sitting. I was still laboring slowly, so Karen asked the Dr. to break my water to speed things up. A LOT of water came gushing out since I was mostly water weight. This did indeed speed my labor up and they moved me to another room in the hospital near an outside window. Although I was at the hospital because of the unfairness of the pregnancy and birth, the Dr. (Anderson) was more than OK to go against procedure and allow my midwifes to be the ones in charge of my delicate situation of delivering a baby that we all knew would not live past having his umbilical cord, keeping him alive, cut. If he would live past the delivery. Karen Everitt had had a stillborn baby herself many years ago and she had A LOT of compassion for me and my emotional and physical pain. She was a 'God-send' during a heartfelt situation.
Dear Teenage Son Of Mine,
I’ve given it a lot of thought and I’ve decided that we can’t be friends.
It’s not me. It’s you.
You help me understand why some animals eat their young.
When you were born you were exceptionally adorable, far surpassing the adorableness of the other babies born that day. I'm sure the other mothers looked at their newborns that day with great disappointment. You were such a good baby. You took long naps so that I could get a break, you slept all night in your own bed. You ate anything, which made me feel superior to the other moms complaining about their picky eaters. You were independent and had a desire to do things on your own. You took crap from no one, even as a toddler. When you saw the sweet old man from Church, you would go up to him and ask him "Hi, Grandpa, where's Grandma", which would make him cry because he would remember his sweetheart in Heaven. You had a way with the older generation...you loved them. You were pretty perfect, actually. I had high hopes for you.
Now you are a teenager, and at only 16 years old, you are equipped with a supermodel body, killer eyelashes and good looks to boot. You draw attention of the younger girls because you don’t look a day younger than 18.
You are still very strong willed, funny, smart, and creative. You still are very opinionated. However, none of this is why we can’t be friends.
You have turned from a fun loving, active boy who loved stuffed animals, long walks with mom, and any kind of doggie, into a hormonal, irrational, emotional teenager. I have to strategize how I’m going to approach you about topics I fear may set you off, like trying to tell you that you have to turn in your phone after 6 pm, so that we can have family time or watch a fun movie after dinner. You may have inherited that trait. You bounce back and forth from being a child to being a fun loving, energetic teenager to being an immature adult. This is why we can’t be friends. People have warned me about this teenager thing, but I didn’t believe them….not my baby. Turns out they were on to something.
We can’t be friends because you need my help to survive your teen years and become an adult who people don’t avoid at parties.
Right now you don’t really need the huge Christmas stocking filled with beanie babies and toys. You need a mom.
When we argue because you have decided to wear your new short sleeved shirt and straight leg pants with lightweight shoes, on a day in early November without a coat, I am reminded that while you may not like me, you need me. Literally, need me to save you from freezing and catching pneumonia, while waiting for the bus.
When you roll your eyes at me, flip me off, and mumble something hateful under your breath as you walk out of the room because I won’t allow you to drive the car for good reasons, or I tell you that you've played enough of your games....I can see your innocence and how short sighted you are right now. You don't see all the life altering consequences that can come from it, but I can... so I’m willing to let you treat me like I’m the one being unrealistic in the matter.
When we are watching a movie and you come to sit on my lap to curl up those long legs into a little ball, so you can nuzzle your head into my chest, I’m yet again reminded that even though you are getting closer to being grown, you are still a child. You need me.
Let’s be honest. You have friends. I have friends. We don’t need to be each other’s friend right now.
I make you insane with all my dumb rules and frankly you aren’t always a peach to live with either.
Never mistake my determination that we can’t be friends, as a lack of love.
I’ve prayed for you since the moment I discovered I was pregnant. Every day. My prayers have shifted as life has shifted. I used to pray that you would sleep well at night in your crib. I prayed that your diaper rash would clear up. I prayed that you wouldn’t get too hysterical over the fact that I bought you a burrito at Taco Bell, instead of a Taco. I prayed for your self-esteem as you went through that awkward phase of pimples, and having to live in a house that is not as fancy as your friends. I prayed deeply that you would KNOW that I loved you, missed you terribly, and had NOT abandoned you... when you had to live with Gramps for a few years until I was able to have you live with me.
I prayed that your 1st year of high school in a Country school (that was far too easy for your high intelligence when you seemed to deserve better) would be OK... so that other parts of you would develop too.
Daily, I pray for your health, your safety, that you will make wise decisions and that you won’t get involved with the wrong crowd.
I pray that as you now enter to those dating years that you will easily spot the virtuous girls, when you see one. I pray that you will find a balance between confidence and humility.
It’s hard for you to understand and I don’t expect that you will ever fully understand until you have children of your own how deep my love is for you. You are the best part of me and your Step-dad.
(and maybe someday even to your dad, Bernd)
You and your brothers are the beat in our hearts. When you hurt, we hurt. It’s our job to raise you to be an adult who is kind, responsible, respects himself and shows respect to others.
We want to send you out into the world as ready as you can be... for what life will throw at you. We want you to be fierce and strong.
As it turns out, to fulfill that mission, this love I have for you is not well received all the time. It sucks and I wish it wasn’t that way, but I have hope it won’t last forever. It’s okay that you don’t always like me or think I’m cool.
So when you yell at me to come into the bathroom to blow your front bangs up in the mornings, and then complain about how it looks afterwards, ask me to wash your 'clean' clothes, tell me to make dinner, only to tell me that my dinners 'suck' and that is why you never eat them, then on the way to school remind me of a 3 page form I need to complete before I drop you off at school or you won’t be able to attend something I knew nothing about, I will take a deep breath and do it.
Because I love you.
Also because I have been praying to God that you will have a son exactly like you one day. That, in itself, will be the reward I need to make this all worth it.
I hope you understand. Don’t take it personally.
P.S. Be sure NOT to wash your 'red' pants with your whites, while doing your own laundry from now on ☺ xo
On the front of this page, you see more of Uncle Greg, Jordan and Austin. All playing on Grammys back porch when my boys were small.
You can see me slightly in the background of some of these.
At this time, my midwife, Karen, thought I might be having 'twins' because of all the water weight I had gained, and from the double heart beat she heard when Michaels heartbeat was echoing. We didn't know we had a underdeveloped little guy on his way. I was shocked but happy. It would be one week later, after my ultrasound, that our world would change forever. I not only was NOT going to have twins...I was not going to have Michael either....
From the looks of the above pic, Jordan is asking Greg to play with him again. They were having loads of fun.
Also, Grammy had a big toy box next to her sliding door upstairs and Jordan found a cute ukulele and started playing with it. We stuck him on Grammys dining room table and took a pic of him because he looked so adorable!! I think he was getting ready to go to Grammys ward/Church on this next morning when we took this picture. We would stay overnight in the guest room.
On the back side of page 44, we see that it must of been my brother David's Missionary Farewell. He was leaving to Paris, France to serve an LDS Church Mission and he had given his farewell talk in Church that Sunday. Below, you see my mom's brothers family who came by that evening to pay respects. My Uncle Bill and Aunt Sally and their kids, my cousins, would come by to visit every few Sundays since they only lived about 20 minutes away from Grammy's house.
In the front you see my Aunt Sally and her daughter Christine. Christine was one of my FAVORITE cousins since we was always SO funny. She would always make us crack up! She lives in St. George now with her family and it a nurse at the same hospital that Alex was born at, years earlier.
On the left you see my white haired Oma, Helena Smith. I love her more than any woman on this Earth. She was my 'mother' of sorts, while my mom was too busy raising her large family. I sure do miss her.....
It appears from the photos, that many friends and relatives came by Mom Hatch's house to say Goodbye to David. David was my mom's youngest child and we sure did spoil and love him. It appears in one pic, that he must of had a girlfriend named Amanda before he left for his mission. I do remember that he had a super nice red ninja motorcycle that he sold to pay for his mission. He used to take my boys out on rides on this awesome bike, before he left.
At the bottom of this back side of page 44, you see a lot of people, but mainly Brad, Erika, Erika's mom on the far left, all in Grammy's 'orange' kitchen upstairs in her Provo, Utah home where I had spent most of my teenage years growing up. This house was just a few blocks from the beautiful BYU campus where I had my first job, my first university class, and many other firsts... and I LOVED growing up in such a safe, beautiful and amazing area! We were all truly blessed!
I am finally finished with my Siding project.
I just finished siding. I did it all by myself! Wow :) I love helping the poor.
OK, I did have a little help from Alex when I needed some of the 12 footers held up to secure, but other than that, I did it all myself. It was easy.
What a rewarding feeling. ☺
Here we are at Grammys house in Provo visiting. This was right before I gave birth to Michael. You see me in my flowered maternity jumper in the back of the 2nd pic. At this time, my midwife, Karen, thought I might be having 'twins' because of all the water weight I had gained, and from the double heart beat she heard when Michaels heartbeat was echoing. We didn't know we had a underdeveloped little guy on his way. I was shocked but happy. It would be one week later, after my ultrasound, that our world would change forever. I not only was NOT going to have twins...I was not going to have Michael.
The first pic is of Austin and Jordan looking so cute in the front yard at Grammys in Provo, Utah.
The second photo is of Jordan playing on the back porch at Grammys Hatch's house with Uncle Greg. He was being so cute with Uncle Greg, so Greg was swinging him around, and Jordan was LOVING it....
Above, you see a few pics of Uncle Greg with Jordan having more fun. I love the one of Jordan at Grammys sliding door.
We had all gathered at Grammys for Greg's 26th Birthday party.
You see lots of family gathered in Grammys kitchen in the bottom photo. Uncle Corey is holding baby Jordan, and I am holding baby Elizabeth Philpot, my sister Michelle's and Corey's first baby. I am two weeks away from having Michael. You also see Brad with baby Brandon in the pic, along with Jon, Greg, Austin, Susanne, etc.
(More of Catalina)
As you see below, this is more of our trip to Catalina Island.
We are still in our little boat, touring around the harbor and East side of this Island. Below, you see a photo of Bernd driving, Jordan upfront, Jared Olson with his sister Kassandra and Ken smiling at the camera.
Below this, you see 3 of our kids sitting together smiling. Little Jordan, Kassandra, and Austin. Our three little toe head blondes! (actually ALL of us were blondes) They all look so adorable! Fun times....
Above here, you see that I threw in a small photo of Jordan and Austin posing at the professionals for their Christmas photo that we sent out to all the family. I must of had some room to put this small pic even though it was taken at the end of 1993.
The next photo above, (sideways) is of Austin and Jordan standing in front of Grammys house in Provo, Utah. We spent a lot of time visiting her since we only lived 1 1/2 hours from her. Jordan here is trying on a straw hat and Austin is looking at him thinking it is pretty cute. They were both fun, and sweet children.
When my son Austin was just around 5 years old my husband Bernd wanted to play a similar trick on Austin. Austin was whining, or throwing a fit, about something, while we were driving home from Provo back to Manti. This was rare for Austin, so Bernd decided to tell Austin that we had NO money left. None at all. Not even any to buy him a bicycle for that Christmas!
Austin's reaction was just like the kids in this Jimmy Kimmel Halloween gag. He was heartbroken and crying terribly and was super upset. We first started cracking up! It then broke my heart. Even though Bernd told me to go along with it...I made sure Bernd told him the truth only after a few seconds of Austin being sooooo upset.
(why do parents test everything on their first child?)
It did make us laugh at first... because of Austins reaction, and how selfish he had been the few minutes leading up to our prank...but we didn't let it go too far. We couldn't.
Austin always had a tender heart and this was a time when he really was super upset and I just couldn't do it to him. I think we were just trying to teach him a lesson.
I'm pretty sure we never did do it again to our other children...but gee that first child always gets experimented on, don't they? ...poor things!
Here you go...check out these cruel parents on the Jimmy Kimmel show, and their disappointed kids, who didn't deserve it...or maybe they did??
This way you don't have to do it to yours. Although my brother David is a super great dad to his kids and he's pulling pranks on them all the time.... hummmm
p.s. I LOVE the boy who says "that's OK". He was trying to be so strong!
(p.s. that is usually how all my boys were too...so mature )
Here we are vacationing at Catalina island, CA. with our good friends, the Olsons.
The first picture (sideways) is of Bernd pushing me in our little baby fold up stroller, since I was 7 months along with Michael and I had been exhausted from walking all around the boardwalk in this little beach town of Avalon. Little Kassandra Olsen was looking up at me.
Next, The Olsons oldest son, Jared, is shown here playing on the beach with Austin in the other two photos. The were having lots of fun.....
On the backside of this page, below, we see Ken and Bernd fishing in our small blue boat. Rhonda, all our children, and myself had taken the Catalina Flyer big boat over to this fun Island together, but the husbands, Bernd and Ken, had charted our little boat over to the Island instead.
They both said that the channel water had been so choppy, pounded the boat, and miserable, that they hated it, and would never do that again.
We were just all glad that they did not get lost ...or sunk!
Anyway, while in Avalon, we took our boat around the harbor and the boys did a little fishing.
As you see, Ken caught a Stingray! We wondered and wondered what BIG fish he was reeling in ???
Just as it got close we spotted this amazing animal.
It got away, but not before we got to see it and take a photo. That was fun! After that I don't think we caught anything else.
Ken had a lot of energy, just like Bernd, and when Ken and Bernd got together, they were full of fun things to do!
~Mother of 6 Handsome Sons.
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