2/28/2012

Dancing With My Son

Last night while my daughter Alisa was gone with her father shopping, my fifteen-year-old son John asked if he could practice dancing with me.

John is playing the part of the beast in his junior high play of "Beauty and the Beast". There is a scene where he dances with Belle. They didn't have much time to practice at school.

John doesn't know this, but I so savored every moment of our dance together. Because John and his sister Alisa are the last two of my ten children living at home, I know from experience how fleeting my time with my children really is.

As we waltzed around the room, my mind whirled with tender memories of John growing up. Motherhood and childhood is a tenuous dance - we hold fast to each other - never quite knowing when to hold on and when to let go. First one leads then one follows. This night it felt like such an honor to have John lead me now.

"You're letting me lead you," John said.
"I know," I answered.

Should I lead or follow? How difficult it is to know  . . .  is now the right time to hold on or let go?

Ultimately my sons and daugters have led me to place of deep abiding love I did not know existed before.

Thank you for asking me to dance John. Last night was a moment I will remember forever.
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2/25/2012

Life and Death - a personal journey

 In the past few days I have been present when my grandson Caleb died and my granddaughter Lily was born. Now I know through personal experience that our entrance and exit from this stage called life is sacred - a holy baptism of raw pain and transforming joy.

Death

I watch as the monitors in the hospital room flash Caleb’s vital signs.
Glowing numbers appear and disappear - lower and slower.

The lights go out.

“Don’t leave me,” Mathew sobs while he holds his dead brother in his arms. “You’re my best friend.”

Can’t hold on to life.
Can’t protect my loved ones from this exquisite pain.


“Oh God, please help us.”

All we can do is cling to each other.

Grief – a giant wave washes over us – we can’t breathe.

Cold and trembling on the shore.

I see my daughter’s eyes.

Another wave.

“It was such a privilege to be your mother,” April whispers gently kissing Caleb and pulling a soft yellow blanket around his shoulders.

Another wave.

Holding Mitchell’s tiny hand while we walk from the hospital.

“I wish Caleb could come alive again,” Mitchell says.

“Me too,” I answer.



Birth.

My daughter Ashley calls in the night.


“Mom, my water just broke. Can you be with me?”

Another wave.

Hospital again.

Monitor flashes Ashley’s vital signs.
Labor contractions crest and fall.
Minutes tick by as the waves gradually get closer and closer,
the pain - stronger and stronger until she can bear it no longer.

Ashley cries out in pain.

Another wave.

I cannot protect my loved one from this exquisite pain. All we can do was cling to each other.

"Oh God please help us."


“Push!” I promise. “Push through the pain. Lily is almost here. You can do it.”

Father's trembling hands reach out and grasp his newborn daughter.


Lily in her mother's arms. 
Exquisite joy.


Birth and death.
Light and dark.
Joy and sorrow.

We can’t have one without the other.

Tonight I stepped into my back yard near sunset.
Snow beneath my feet, bare limbs of trees, grey skies stare in silence.

Death is here.

Yet as I turned the corner, I saw the first green spears of dormant flowers slicing through the frozen soil.

Caleb is near.
Lily is here.

Cycle of living, season of song, embraces and whispers,
“Life goes on.”


















2/24/2012

I'm Speaking Tonight at the Saint George Tabernacle


I'll be speaking at the Saint George, Utah Tabernacle tonight,

February 24th at 7:00 p.m.
topic = "15 Secrets to a Happy Home"




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2/23/2012

Blue Dark

I relish sunsets.
Every evening 
I sit together with my family
around the table eating supper. 
My dining room chair faces west.
While we feed our bodies and our souls
with companionship, conversation and good food,
I have a front row seat to the west window.
Each day I feel the love of God
as I watch daylight fade to black.
It is as if I can hear my Heavenly Father say,
"It is time to put your cares, your worries and fears to rest.
The day is ending and you're not alone.
I'm here."

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2/20/2012

Images from Caleb's funeral

These photos were taken by my daughter Arianne
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2/19/2012

Lily is born.

In the past few days I've been in the room when one grandchild left earth for heaven
and one left heaven for earth. Both were profoundly sacred and holy experiences. 
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2/15/2012

An Interview with my daughter April about her son Caleb

Referring to the hours and days right after his birth...


"It was in those moments when I was all by myself in the room not knowing if I was going to have a baby the next day or what the next days were going to bring. I was just so heavy inside. … I really am a light person inside [and] to feel that much anguish was really overwhelming to me because it was the first time in my whole life that I can say that I was honestly just anguishing in my heart, I was really really sad.

I remember telling my mom on the phone that night when she called to check on me that every single cell in my body was sad. It didn’t matter to me if he had a perfect body it didn’t matter if he was going to require a lot of care, I just wanted my son, I wanted him close to me.

After I hung up from my mom, who I’m closer to than almost anyone in the world, I remember thinking, "There’s nobody in the whole world who knows what I’m feeling right now, even the people that love me the very most don’t know how much I’m hurting inside; it’s too big."

An hour later a friend in the ward called me and said, "I thought you might want to know what was said in the prayer in sacrament meeting today..."

A gentleman in the ward had been praying over the pulpit and he asked Heavenly Father to comfort us because He knew what it was like to lose a son. Just hearing that touched my heart so deeply-to be flooded with that realization that He knew, He knew what I was going through because He had lost a son for all of our sake. I remember feeling like my burden could be shared with somebody because He knew. As I was thinking about that that night I was also overcome with the realization that it wasn’t just my Heavenly Father who knew but also my older brother, that son who knew. I have such a vivid picture in my mind of the Savior in the garden having a personal moment for me in Caleb’s story.

I realized the power of the atonement at that time wasn’t just for sin, not just for mistakes, not for our disappointments and our worries - all of those things, but also for our heartaches, the things that make us sad. That’s the first time that I really realized that the atonement isn’t just the sadness that we feel for our sins and our mistakes, but it is for our worries, and our heartaches, and our despairing and anguishing moments. That brought me comfort to know that I had my Older Brother on one side and my Father on the other side that knew exactly how I felt and that was enough. It was enough to know that somebody knew how I was feeling.

How does your sense of the eternities effect your understanding of what goes on beyond this life? How do your beliefs support you?

My testimony has deepened in the atonement and in the love of our Father in Heaven and in the Savior in knowing that with certainty that our Savior has overcome death. So on those days that I feel worried, 'what if Caleb dies, and how will I be if I can’t have him here with me on the earth because I love him so much,' I am so grateful for the knowledge that death is not the end and the Savior Jesus Christ has overcome death and that is joyful. I’m so grateful know that though Him my family can be together forever. And for me that’s not just a nice statement to put on my wall or embroider on a pillowcase, but it really is at the core of my testimony; through him our families can be together forever. That’s a big part of our life here on the earth.

[I'm] thankful to have the knowledge that Caleb is tied to us eternally. Through the Savior his physical challenges will be healed and he will have all of the wonderful opportunities that we all have to have a body that works the right way and to feel joy in that way.

I have never felt that in Caleb’s experience on the earth that he feels sad about his body. I know that he is joyful to have a body even though it has challenges and some things about his body don’t work quite the same way our bodies do. I’ve never felt that I should be sad about that. I love to take care of that sweet little body. I just think that he is so beautiful.

I have always felt really secure that this is a part of our family’s eternal story. That Caleb coming to our family with his sweet little body is a part of our eternal story as a family and that it is significant for our family. It is a blessing for our family and that the tender parts that come with it; contemplating if we’ll have to mourn Caleb at some time or if we’ll have to be missing him sooner than we would have hoped.

We really really felt joyful that Caleb coming the way he came is a part of our family story. Even though there are sad parts that come in mortality, ultimately the big picture for are family are joyful. The parts that are sad are just limited to mortality.

It’s easy to take life for granted until you’re really faced how fragile life can be.

Realizing how precious every minute is has made every minute count for me. Caleb has taught me to find joy in every day. Caleb radiates with love and light. Even though he can’t speak with words his little spirit just speaks volumes about what it means to love.

My favorite moments with Caleb are quiet moments in our rocking chair together. When I’m holding him on my lap I just feel like we have the best conversations, we don’t even ever use words. It makes me think that that’s how we must speak to each other in heaven because it’s just a pure communication that’s heart to heart. It doesn’t get confused, it doesn’t get limited in language, it’s just straight from the heart.

Something that really stands out in my mind is that in those first few weeks that we were at home with him we really tried to be positive and cheerful and hopeful. Even though doctors were telling us the worst we still never wanted to not be hopeful.

It’s never living in denial to live a hopeful life.

The medical world would look at me and think that I was a mother in denial but I was just a mother that was choosing hope.

What would you miss most about Caleb…

His presence. His presence and the essence of who he is; the spirit that he has with him. There are also little Mom things that I would miss; the power of his spirit, the essence of who he is, and the sweetness of heaven that comes with him. I have a reassurance in my heart that because Caleb is a part of our eternal family that if he weren’t with us Heavenly Father would still allow his essence to be with us and his spirit to shine for us.

When he gives you something extra tender he also blesses you with some really tender mercies.

He knew what He was asking, because He knows what it’s like to lose a son He doesn’t ask it lightly.

Heavenly Father understands that loss is one of the hardest things on the earth.

Even having an eternal perspective we still anguish over losing the people that we love.

We are all going to experience that at some point in our lives; whether it’s as a mother losing your children or losing your mother. I know that Heavenly Father knows that that’s one of the hardest things he asks of us during mortality. I have peace in my heart know that if He knows that that of course during that time He will be there.













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2/14/2012

Happy Birthday Emma

Happy Birthday Emma. 
Your Grandma Baadsgaard loves you so much.
I can't believe you're four years old.
You have a special sparkle in your eyes that warms my heart.
Here is a poem I wrote just for you.

Emma’s Sparkle

by
Granny B

Emma Mcfiddle and Widdle-we-why

Went on a trip to the great big goodbye

In one sickle-dee second she plopped on the moon

Took out her backpack and a silvery spoon

Then took a big scoop and said, “Moon cheese!”

“How delicious, give me more if you please.”

Then Emma Mcfiddle and Widdle-we-why

Shook her head and breathed a big sigh

In two sickle-dee seconds she flew to a star

She made fairy dust to spread near and far

So everything sparkled, even the grass

Then Emma drank bubbles from a sea of glass

Emma Mcfiddle and Widdle-we-why

Floated back home as she waved bye-bye

In three sickle-dee seconds she found her soft bed

She was safe at home just as she said,

“Whenever I close my eyes, I can see

I’m a star just like those in the night sky’s sea.

And when I wake and look in the mirror

My eyes always sparkle for heaven is near.”

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2/11/2012

Celebrating Caleb's Life

Caleb Joseph Moody died on February 10th, 2012,
at Primary Children's Hospital due to complications from pneumonia.
Caleb was born January 6th 2005,
to Dallan Richard Moody
and
April Baadsgaard Moody.
He is dearly loved by his parents
and his brothers
Joshua Aaron, Matthew Dallan and Mitchell Ross,
his grandparents,
Ross and Janene Baadsgaard of Spanish Fork, Utah
 and T. Dean and Patrice Moody of Kennewick, Washington,
 as well as 30 uncles/aunts
and 38 cousins.

Caleb's spirit radiated pure love.
He brought the love of God
and Light of Christ
 into the lives of all who knew him.
Caleb's life was a precious gift 
and a tender miracle.
His winking eye
was a daily reminder
of Caleb's deep love for all of us.
Caleb could have quickly returned to heaven
but, instead,
he brought heaven to us for seven years.
Please join us in celebrating his life.
His funeral will be held
at the Spanish Fork Maple Mountain Stake Center
located at
2188 East 100 South,
on Friday, February 17th at 11:00 a.m.
A viewing will be held
from 9:30 to 10:30 a.m. prior to services.
Our Angel . . . Caleb Moody

2/10/2012

Goodbye Caleb

My precious grandson Caleb died tonight.

Caleb Needs Your Prayers


My Grandson Caleb was life-flighted
to Primary Children's Hospital early this morning.
He is very sick and could use your prayers.

2/07/2012

Creating Beauty From All The Varied Pieces of Our Lives


DOWN HOME with Granny B

People often speak to me about past regrets
and constant feelings that they will never be good enough.
Because we all make mistakes
and desire to be a better person than we are,
we can take hope in knowing
that God can take all the bits and pieces of our life
and make us into something beautiful.
We don't have to be perfect to be perfectly loved by our creator.
Instead of constantly obsessing about our past mistakes
and present problems by thinking,
 "I'll never be good enough."
or
"What was I thinking?"
or
"I can't do this."
 we can choose to view our life experiences with gratitude
and ask ourselves,
"What am I learning?"
We can choose to see our life in a different way
and make something meaningful and beautiful
from each experience. 
I've been thinking about all that while I've been busy creating
dolls,
wall hangings
and hair bows
from left-over or unusable scraps
that might have been thrown away
if not viewed through the eyes
of abundance and gratitude.


This quilt was made with left-over small pieces of cloth.



This doll was made from an old torn sheet used as a drop cloth for painting and an old window valance for the dress.

Small scraps of cloth were made into circles and sewn together to create a wall hanging.

These hair clips were made from left-over pieces of cloth and buttons




We are God's creations and he will use all the pieces of our lives to make us into something beautiful.




Joy comes when we learn to see ourselves through God's eyes and when we are grateful for the whole breathtaking ride.

2/03/2012

Science Fair Projects



My children have been doing science fair projects around this house for thirty years.
This is what I've learned:
Science fair projects are good for children because they are able to come up with an idea, test their theory, conduct an experiment, analyze the results and present those results to others. This takes lots of time, planning and following through.
When children actually do all the work, they learn a lot.
When parents do most of the work, the parents learn a lot.
It is better if children learn a lot.