Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Fish Lake, UT.

Memorial Weekend.

We spent the weekend up at Fish Lake with Tyson's side of the family. We went in memory of Tyson's Grandpa, Lynn, who passed away last year on July 6th. Tyson was very close to his Grandpa so it was important to him to go and be apart of the weekend with his family.
Parks had the time of his life with his cousins and Tyson spent a lot of time fishing with his dad and brother. Here are a few different photos of the weekend:



The cabin that Tyson's Parent stayed in!

Tyson's Parents- Tom and Stacey!
Trevor and Teisha fishing. Tyson's siblings.It was freaking freezing!
This was the cabin that our little family stayed in!
Hate's Long car rides! =/




Someone was suppose to be in bed!


Tyson and his cousin, Colby-- bit of a Bromance?!


Tom - Tyson's Dad, and his catch!


Zach and Parks with the puppy!

Tracen and Tyson

Trevor Fishing - Tyson's younger brother

Parks watching his morning cartoons on the travel DVD player! Scooby Doo is his favorite!
Playing in the car- trying to entertain Parks


The View from Tyson's Mom's cabin!

The View from our cabin
Tyson's sister and her husband - Keevin and Teisha



Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Feeling a void.

There are so many times in life where we feel a void. 
We each have our own story to tell, or a story that is being told. 
I, like many others have lived through trials and tribulation. 
I once shared my story with someone and they replied, "Gosh, I sure am glad I have had a boring life.". This statement has stuck to me like white on rice. I realized that I am glad I have had up's and down's, good and bad, light and dark. How would I have learned? How would I have grown? 

Many that know me, know that at 16 years old I lost a dear friend of mine in a tragic car accident. The story is one that I have relived through my thoughts and dreams for years with questions upon questions. I am sure I have mentioned the story before on my blog. 
However, today, as I read The Spectrum News about four young males passing away in a plane crash, my feelings of void tend to resurface. 
When my friend Brooks passed away, I remember his step-dad telling his mom that he had passed-- to watch her sadness, and her wailing at god, is a pause in time in my memory. I say "pause", because that is how it felt. I felt like time stood still. I would have done almost anything to take her sadness away and to rewind time. Could I have prevented this?  My own sadness seemed unbearable- but compared to a mother's loss, I felt nothing. Reality was, we were all numb. A life can be taken in a matter of seconds. It is almost unfathomable. 


I do have a testimony of Christ. He lives and he does in fact have a 'plan' for all of us, but more importantly, that we all have a mission. I know my loved one's are around me often. I know it takes a long time to go through the mourning process. It has been almost 10 years since Brooks has passed, and look - today, I am still mourning him.


I feel so sick inside thinking about the families and friends of these four men. I pray that they all feel peace inside, and know that each of their loved one's are not far from them.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Tracen Taft

Tracen-
 Your are getting so big, so fast.
When Parks was your age, I can recall wanting so badly for him to meet different milestones and I would worry so much more about taking away bottles and bink's and doing all the "Good Mom Stuff". Now, I just want to relish in motherhood. It's nice to enjoy you being my baby!
You have been walking since around your 1 year old birthday, but sometimes you still are a little bit unsteady, you seem to always have a goose egg or a scraped knee. =/
We have noticed your love for music has gotten even greater. You love to jam out at home and in the car. You bounce around, shake your head, and clap your chubby little hands.
Yo Gabba Gabba is STILL your favorite show to watch. If you are super fussy, I will turn your show on, and you act as if everything is perfect in the world for those 30 minutes. :)
Fruits and Veggies are a favorite as well, you prefer that over any other kind of "treat". I am so happy your such a great little eater.
Your hair is getting quite long right now-- or at least to the point that I would normally trim it up, however, I think we are going to let you grow your blonde locks out so you can have a little shaggy cut.
Tray Bug, you have the cutest little smile with dimples on each side of your mouth. People comment on your smile where ever we go. Thanks for bringing so much joy to our family.
I love you.
Mommy

Monday, May 14, 2012

Parks-

Parks-
  When I was younger I grew up two houses up from a young woman named Summer. Summer was a young mother who passed away when her first and only son was only about a year old. This young mother had a sickness called Cancer. She was not going to get "better" from her sickness. Summer knew that she was going to go back to Heavenly Father really soon and would be unable to tell her son how she felt about things, or to physically teach him things she felt had imperative value. Summer decided that she would record herself speaking to her son, so she pulled out a video recorder and did just that. As her son, now about 8 years old, has begun to mature, Summer has been with him every step of the way.
   Parks, this story has a lot of meaning to me. It has helped Mommy to feel blessed. I am here now, but no one knows what tomorrow will bring. This is why I chose to write letters to you and Tracen. I realized the importance of making sure you know how your Mother feels and what I want for you and your brother in your life, as well as different thoughts and/or events that have been going on.
  As you have grown into a little boy, rather than a toddler, you have become such a high-spirited and a total bundle of joy. I adore the way you kiss my cheeks, and forehead, and repetitively tell me how much you love me. You know how to melt my heart.
  Lately I have realized how sly you can be. You have mastered how to talk your way in or out of something... "I just can, mom, just once!!" Such a goof-- entirely too smart for your own good. Being resourceful and clever (For the good) in your life will help you go far. Use all your skills wisely, they are all gifts and there is absolutely nobody like you in this world. Dr. Suess says it quite well:
         
“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”
Dr. Seuss,

You are such a handsome little boy with so much passion, about so many things, and it makes me so thrilled. I hope that you keep that passion alive and use it to ensure happiness in your life. Do what makes you happy... Do what is healthy. Never settle for less than you know you are worth. Trust me when I say that when you make good choices in your life, it feels so good to look back and be proud of your choices, rather than disappointed in your decisions.

Your Dad and I are so grateful to have you as our son.
I will continue to write to you and Tracen, but it is getting late and we have a big day tomorrow.
It is almost your 4th birthday.
I love you son.
Love, your Mommy.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Motherhood

We are all nearing Mother's Day this year and I wanted to jot down a few feelings I have about being a mother.
Motherhood is: selflessness, breathtaking, spiritual, binding, everlasting, grievous, time consuming, jolly, liberating, and a crack up.
I don't find it possible to describe motherhood in all but one word, however, I did fall upon this quote and thought it referenced motherhood quite well:

"There is no one perfect way to be a good mother. Each situation is unique. Each mother has different challenges, different skills and abilities, and certainly different children. The choice is different and unique for each mother and each family. Many are able to be “full-time moms,” at least during the most formative years of their children’s lives, and many others would like to be. Some may have to work part-or full-time; some may work at home; some may divide their lives into periods of home and family and work. What matters is that a mother loves her children deeply and, in keeping with the devotion she has for God and her husband, prioritizes them above all else."
--Elder Russell M. Ballard, "Daughters of God," General Conference April 2008

From the beginning, to essentially become a mother, we choose to surrender our own bodies to 'mother nature', and/or the natural process of life. We choose to deliver, we choose to overcome agony in labor, we choose to use our bodies as feeding grounds. We choose. We choose because there is nothing more imperative then keeping our child whole and healthy.

The hard moments. The point in time where you feel like you need to cry too, or becoming so baffled at a predicament that you are unaware as to handle the situation. Then comprehending that as much as your child is learning, you too are pursing more wisdom in this so-called "life". Perfection is far out of reach, although, I must admit that once a week, I choose one thing to work towards perfecting with my children.



After giving birth I can recall this overwhelming feeling of spirituality in the room, as  well as an everlasting binding effect. I knew this was an extension of myself, and I also understood that at the Lord's mercy was I able to even create this child. A pure and continual blessing.

I can recall the excitement of seeing each of my children grow and learn. Even observing them master their crawling techniques, and then moving onto walking. Each step into becoming a toddler is as though you are overlooking your child win the Olympics. You both receive the up-most satisfaction.

Hearing your name called by your children, and to appreciate that you are needed is tremendous. I believe knowing you are needed is a moment where a mother realizes how much her children yearn for her, and better yet love her. It's a remarkable feeling. Unconditional love is phenomenal. It holds the same degree of dedication that the Lord holds for each of us. Thus, motherhood is spiritual.

To raise your children, and to nourish them is beyond essential. You are setting the grounds for the rest of their life. As a mother, raised by a dedicated and persevering mother, I hope to be all that she was and more. I hope that I can take her excitement, her silliness, her love of family and pass that on to my children, along with many other qualities. 


I will forever be grateful for the guidance that my mother has given to me, as well as the lessons my children have taught me- and the lessons they will continue to teach me.


Saturday, May 5, 2012

Parks says:

Tracen walks into the living room ans says:
"Hi, Paw." (Hi, Parks)

Parks says: "Oh, my Mom, he like SO said 'Hi, Parks!'"

So fun for Parks and Tracen to start conversing!
Wanted to document that time when they started using their words a little more.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

My Dear Parks

Parks-

Today is Sunday.
You are crazy about Sundays. You get to go to Sunday school and see your friends. However, you do not love Sacrament, as it is a time to be more reverent. :) Sundays are also the day that you get to see your cousins and/or your grandparents. Every Sunday we are at Mamma and Papa's or Gammy and Grandpa's house. It's similar to a custody battle.
Recently you have decided that your favorite color is officially orange, and you desire all things to be orange So, for Easter, I re-decorated your bathroom with more pops of Orange, and told you that the Easter Bunny surprised you with a little more of your favorite color. I thought you would be more enthusiastic about the Orange, but in the moment you just wanted to know where your Easter basket was! :)
Since you started going to Pre-school your vocabulary has grown tremendously. It's refreshing to be able to explain and understand things from you, There were moments of frustration in the past that I could not understand what you needed and/or wanted.
Your birthday is coming up on May 16th, and you are thrilled about it. Your dad and I have realized how badly you are craving a bike and have decided that we are going to purchase one for you this year.I adore that you are old enough to where you yearn for certain holidays and gifts... it creates such a refreshing and exciting feeling in our home.
You are still such a busy body and want to always play outside. You ride your scooter, play in the river, and delight in swimming.
On occasion you will come up to me just to give me loves and that totally melts my heart & helps me recall the exact reasons I chose to become a wife and mother.

Parks and Tracen
Happy Sunday my little peanut... xoxo