BABY BLESSING

BABY BLESSING

In a world where there is trouble at home and abroad, the blessing of a newborn infant doesn’t make the headlines . . . but perhaps it should. Gideon Michael Cope was given a name and a blessing today. He is my grandson.

Earlier on this bright summer morning before church began, I watched as his mother Arianne lovingly dressed her newborn son in white. In another part of their home, Gideon’s father Jared knelt to ask for heaven’s guidance as he blessed his newborn son.

I watched as family gathered and shared good food in the back yard of my daughter’s home to celebrate the occasion – a fitting feast. Then later we all walked together to the Mormon church two blocks away.

Once inside the chapel, we prayed and sang a hymn. Then his father, two grandfathers and a dozen uncles surrounded Gideon in a protective circle. I watched as each man reached inside the circle and placed one hand beneath the child and the other hand on the shoulder of the man standing next to them.

Then Jared gave his new son a name and a father’s blessing. It seemed as though the circle of those who love Gideon kept expanding to include all who love him both here on earth and beyond the veil. For never is God’s love more real than in His gift of a new child to us. Now in this place, there is new light and hope.

After the blessing my daughter stood before the congregation and bore her testimony of the atonement of Jesus Christ. She said, “I am so grateful that I have the privilege of being a mother so that I can understand in some small way the new birth the Savior offers all of us.”

Perhaps it is in these loving circles of family - where those who have gone before and those who follow us – keep us from falling and show us the light. Through both water and blood new life is born and we are all new once again.   

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Celebrating the 4th of July with Family

What would the holidays be without children?

I'm Speaking on Healing From Abuse and Neglect



I will be speaking about

healing from abuse and neglect

on July 11th at 7:00

in Payson Utah

at 1138 East 100 South.



Maple Mountain Stake Girl's Camp 2013

My husband and I were asked to speak to this awesome group of young women at their girl's camp in the Rocky Mountains. It was such a blessing to be in the presence of these righteous young women who will change the world with their goodness.

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Happy Anniversary Sweetheart

Thirty-eight years ago today I was married and sealed to the man I love in the Salt Lake Temple. It was a bright and early 8 a.m. wedding on a beautiful summer day much like today. We had nothing in the way of worldly goods, but we had each other.

The first years were lean and busy with mice infested apartments, tuition and doctors to pay and the first of our ten children quickly filling our home and hearts . We had three dreams . . . to serve God, each other and our family. Today we are seeing the fulfillment of those dreams in ways we could not have imagined when we were so young and naive.

Last night I saw my sweetheart speaking to hundreds of young women and their leaders at a church sponsored Girl's Camp in the Rocky Mountains at dusk. I was moved to tears by the gentle giant of a man he has become. How I respect, trust and adore him. My decision to marry Ross Baadsgaard has filled my life with incredible joy. All that is most meaningful to me has flowed from our union.

Happy anniversary sweetheart. You are the love of my life.

      

Just in case you need to smile. . .

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Ross and Janene Baadsgaard Reunion 2013

All the people I love the most minus one family in Florida.

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THE QUALITY OF LIFE



My grandson Caleb lived for seven years.
He taught us all what quality of life really means.
April and Dallan Moody are pictured here next to their son Caleb's grave.
They lovingly cared for him with joy and gratitude.

THE QUALITY OF LIFE
Years ago my obstetrician called me at home to educate me on the laboratory results of a blood test he’d ordered earlier.
“At your age, your chances of having a baby with severe genetic defects are one in twenty-two,” the doctor said. “After the blood test, your chances are one in two. You have a fifty-fifty chance of having a child with serious problems. Do you still want to continue this pregnancy?”
“Of course,” I answered.
“I can order an amniocentesis to confirm,” he offered.
“No,” I answered. “The results won’t change my choice to have this child.”
“Well, it’s your decision,” the doctor answered. “But remember this choice will negatively affect the quality of life not just for you - but your whole family.”
After I hung up, I felt stunned, unsure how to feel. So I cried. My two-year-old saw my tears and asked me why. It was difficult to find words to explain.
“The baby inside Mommy might be different, I finally answered.
“What’s different?” he asked.
“Different means the baby might not be the same as you and me.”
“Different isn’t sad Mommy,” my young son said.
He was right. I stopped crying.
When I told my husband about the doctor’s report he said, “What ever shape our baby’s in, she’ll still be our little girl and we’ll love her and take good care of her.”
My daughter Alisa was born a few months after my doctor’s phone call . . . perfectly healthy. Will she have challenges during her life time? Yes - we all do.
 
A few years later, the doctors kept urging my daughter April to consider her son Caleb’s quality of life and her own and to reconsider her decision to actively pursue urgent medical care because her son was born without a brain.
“They are not able to grasp what a privilege Caleb is and how immensely he is loved and adored,” my daughter said to me after one long tiring day in the hospital. “Today I met with several doctors and told them our family story. When I finished, they were all in tears. I explained how Caleb is surrounded by love and how our family’s quality of life has been richly blessed by his presence."
 
Every parent takes a life-altering chance each time they conceive a child; but the chance is not between having a “normal” child and one with “problems”. Every child will have challenges - be they physical, emotional, social, mental or spiritual. Each parent is given the soul altering privilege to learn the true meaning of devotion in the midst of those challenges. That deeply personal choice is what creates quality of life. The chance is really a choice - to love - whatever the chances.

My daughter Alisa is now 13 years old and such a blessing to our family.

 

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The Holiness of Everyday Life

There is a holiness in everyday life. Sometimes we think that we can't enjoy our days until everything is running smoothly  . . . no problems or cares. Yet it is in those very daily challenges that we become more than we were . . . where our spirits are stretched or deepened by a loving God. The problems we face every day don't get in the way - they are the way. How do we learn patience without life experiences that try our souls? How do we develop empathy until our hearts have been broken?  

New Cooking Book For Kids

Christina Dymock recently sent me a PDF copy of her new book titled Young Chefs . . . Cooking skills and recipes for kids. I usually don't review cook books but I really liked this one.Why? This book has recipes so simple even I might try them. While most of my children are grown, I usually have a lot of grandchildren running around the house looking for something to do. Cooking together is a great way to link the generations.
My favorite quote from the author is, "I like to think of a new recipe as a science experiment. Not all experiments work the first time. (She must have been peeking in my windows.)Sometimes cakes fall flat and eggs get burned. When that happens, don't get discouraged. Figure out what went wrong and try again."

The book has clear simple directions and pictures of the recipe when it is finished. I also like the tool box where it shows everything you need to assemble before you begin.

This is what the author said about her new book:

"You know those papers they make you write in elementary school that start with: When I grow up I want to be a ______ ? Well, I can’t ever remember what I wrote in that little blank. I have friends that knew they wanted to be writers the first time they held a pen in their hand. I guess the closest thing I came to that was the first time I licked the frosting off a beater. (Hmmmm frosting)

 Now I pass those beaters to one of my four lucky children. (Usually the one who has all their chores done. J) My kids were the inspiration for this book. I wanted to write something that adults could use to teach kids different cooking skills. Young Chefs was a whole family effort as I observed my kids in the kitchen, gauged my stress level while handing over the oven mitts, and baked to the oldies." 

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Solitude

There is no clear distinction between mind and spirit, but there is a quality of mind that is more than thought and the process of thought;  this quality involves feelings and the wholeness in which the life of man has its being . . .There is the rest of detachment and withdrawal when the spirit moves into the depths of the region of the Great Silence, where world weariness is washed away and blurred vision is once again prepared for the focus of the long view. . .Here God speaks without words and the self listens without ears. Here at last, glimpses of the meaning . . . of one's own life are seen with all their striving. (Howard Thurman)Pin It

Three Generations of Scouters!

Here are three generations of scouters! This is my husband Ross, my son John and my grandson Joshua at scout camp.

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Healing From Abuse and Neglect

My husband Ross and I will be speaking about healing from abuse and neglect this Sunday, June 2nd at 7:30 p.m. at 180 South 10th East in Spanish Fork, Utah.I will be bringing a few copies of my books "Healing From Abuse" and "Healing From Neglect" to share for any one who is interested in receiving a copy.
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DOWN HOME with Granny B . . . Choose Laughter

DOWN HOME with Granny B
When you're a grandma you know that most of the things you worried about when you were younger didn't actually happen. You appreciate people who help you see life upside down and inside out. If you're not familiar with the work of Steven Wright you might want to be. He's the famous erudite scientist who once said: "I woke up one morning, and all of my stuff had been stolen and replaced by exact duplicates."

Here are a few more of his gems:

... 82.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.

A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.

The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

What happens if you get scared half to death twice?

My mechanic told me, "I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.

Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.

To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.

If your car could travel at the speed of light, would your headlights work?


One of my favorite people Marjorie Hinckley once said, "I'd rather laugh than cry because crying gives me a headache."

So if you're having a hard day, choose laughter.

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Birthday Story For An Eleven-Year-Old

EMILY’S MAGIC GLASSES

by

Grandma Baadsgaard

Happy 11^th birthday Emily!

I hope you never forget how much I love you.

Having you for my granddaughter makes my world a golden place to be.

               When Emily got her new metal rimmed glasses, the fuzzy world around her suddenly came into focus. She could read what the teacher wrote on the blackboard instead of guessing or asking her neighbor. The leaves on trees changed from a green blurry glob to individual leaves rustling in the breeze. It was a whole new word and Emily liked it.

            Pretty soon the newness wore off and Emily forgot what the world looked like before she got glasses. In fact, one day Emily was pretty annoyed with her spectacles. First, she accidentally sat on them while she was getting dressed and bent them so they wouldn’t sit straight on her nose. When she left for school, it was raining so her glasses got all fogged up and covered in spots. Then later, one of the kids at school said some saucy thing to make fun of her.

            “I don’t like my glasses anymore,” Emily said the next morning as she was eating breakfast.

            “What?” her mother asked. “I thought you loved them.”
            “Not now,” Emily said.
            Later that morning, Emily’s mother noticed something peculiar.
            “Emily,” her mother said as Emily walked through the front door to catch the bus, “the rims on your glasses look a little dark.”
            Emily shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes. When she got to school, Emily noticed several of her friends talking and laughing in the hallway.
            They’re probably saying bad things about me, Emily thought.
            After the spelling test later that morning Emily looked at her score.
            AHHHHH I missed one! Emily thought. Why do I always have to miss one?
            At lunch Emily sat by herself.
            Nobody wants to sit by me, Emily thought. What is wrong with me?
            When Emily climbed on the bus, she noticed the bus driver looked grumpy.
            My bus driver is mean, Emily thought.
            While she walked home from the bus stop, she noticed birds on the power line.
            Oh no, they’ll probably poop on me, Emily thought.
            When she got home from school, Emily saw her sisters playing in the front yard.
            They make too much noise, Emily thought. I just want to be by myself.
            At supper Emily’s father looked at her in perplexed surprise.
            “Emily, why do you look so glum?” her father asked. “And the rim on your glasses, why do they look black?”
            Emily took them off and looked at them. Sure enough the metallic rims were black.
            “I don’t know,” Emily answered.
            “Maybe the rims on your glasses are like those special lenses that change color according to how much light they are exposed to,” Emily’s mother answered.
            “I don’t think so,” Emily answered. “It’s not bright in here.”
            When Emily went to bed that night she looked at her black rimmed glasses and sighed.
            “I guess it has just been one of those days.” She sighed.
            The next morning Emily woke up, reached over to grab her glasses on the nightstand and walked into the bathroom.
            “I don’t like feeling glum,” Emily said to her droopy reflection in the mirror. “I’m going to make this a better day.”
            That day when Emily got to school she noticed her friends talking in the hallway.
            I bet they’re saying good things about me, Emily thought.
            Then she walked over to her friends with a big smile on her face. Her friends smiled back. Then she noticed how nice her friend’s hair looked.
            “Wow, your hair looks awesome,” Emily said.
            “Why, thank you,” said her friend. “I had it hair-cut last night. I didn’t think anyone would notice.”
            After she took her reading test, Emily looked at her score. She missed one.
            Wow, I got 99 problems correct, she thought. Good work Emily.
            When it was time for lunch, Emily noticed the new girl sitting by herself. She walked over to her and sat down.
            “Can I sit by you?” Emily said to the new girl.
            “Sure!” the new girl answered. “I was hoping someone would do that.”
            On the bus ride home, Emily noticed how tired the bus driver looked.
            I bet it is hard to be a bus driver, Emily thought.
            “Thank you for the ride! Have a nice day!” Emily said cheerfully to the bus driver while she was getting off the bus.
            “Why thank you,” the bus driver said. “Nobody ever thanks me.”
            While Emily was walking home from the bus stop, she noticed birds sitting on the power line. She stopped and listened.
            I love to hear birds sing, Emily thought.
            When Emily got home from school that day, she saw her noisy sisters playing in the yard.
            I’m so lucky to have sisters to play with, Emily thought.
            While her mother was fixing supper, Emily noticed that she was trying to balance her baby brother on her hip and stir at the same time.
            “Can I take Daniel?” Emily asked reaching out for her brother.
            “Thank you Emily,” her mother answered. “That would really help me.”
             While they were sitting around the table at dinner, Emily’s father looked at Emily and noticed how happy she looked.
            “Emily, the rims on your glasses are gold today,” her father said. “And you’re smiling. What happened?”
            Emily grinned from ear to ear.
            “Maybe your rims are like those lenses that adjust according to the light,” Emily’s mother said again.
            “You’re right Mom,” Emily answered, “except with these rims, the light comes from inside me.

                                                     We decide how to see.

                                                Our thoughts create a world

                                                                       that is a dark
                                                              or a golden place to be.
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