Saturday, June 30, 2018

Parkview Panthers

In my 20 year career as a teacher, I have worked at 3 schools. I've always liked my colleagues and I love my job (although some parts are challenging and I've had a couple of really bad years.)  But there was something special about working at Parkview.  Our faculty, especially in the early years that I was there, was so cohesive and genuinely liked one another and got along with one another.  It was a hard job, but we were allies.  Friends.  Colleagues.  Others have said the same thing...there was something special and magical about the Parkview staff...we became forever friends.  I haven't worked at Parkview for the past 3 years now...and some of our friends have been gone longer than that.  (For example, Stephanie moved to Mexico about 10 years ago...but when she would come back to town, we would get together...and now that she is back in Utah, she's a regular at our get togethers.)   We still genuinely enjoy seeing one another.   Starting probably about 6 or 7 years ago, I started hosting get togethers at my house.  A couple of times we had official  Parkview end of the year staff parties at my house, but also each summer I have a barbecue and invite everyone to come.  The last 3 years we have done it while Brenda has been in town.  I love this get together!   I love these remarkable people who dedicated countless hours to educating children and who are each talented, dedicated, thoughtful, reflective teachers.  It was a pleasure to work with each of them and it is a great blessing that we still get together...not often enough, but I love that we do get together.  Of course, not everyone can make it each time...but those who can are happy to reconnect.

Last night was our annual barbecue at my house.  We had tons of food (way more than we needed!) and we talked, laughed, reminisced and caught up.  The kids jumped on the trampoline, played on the zipline and enjoyed being together.  Such a great night!

Back row:  Mary, Stephanie, Britt, Brenda, Carolyn, Adrienne, Anne, Polly
Front Row:  Michelle, me, Scoshi, Alicia, Carolyn, Shauntelle

Picture credit:  Brenda
Top left:  Stephanie, Britt, Brenda, Top 2nd:  Scoshi, Brenda, Top 3rd:  Kaylee, Top right:  Polly, Shauntelle, Adrienne
Bottom left:  George, Brenda, Bottom 2nd:  Brenda, Mary, Bottom 3rd:  Alicia, Brenda, Bottom Right:  Brenda, Shirley 




Friday, June 29, 2018

Quinceneara for Daya

Michelle and Daya both turned 15 in May.  Daya had her quinceneara this past Saturday.  Michelle was one of her "damas" and worked for the past couple of months to learn dances. 




















Thursday, June 28, 2018

Salt Lake Temple

My dear friend Brenda and her daughter Aelora are here visiting Utah right now.  I've so enjoyed getting to spend time with them.  On Tuesday, we headed to the Salt Lake Temple.  Annie, Max, Michelle and Ella went inside with Aly to do baptisms for the dead.  I stayed with Brenda, Aelora, Gabby, and Sofie to walk around the grounds.  We walked around the beautiful grounds, went inside the south visitor's center and looked at the displays, went to Nauvoo Cafe for a snack, went inside the Tabernacle and Assembly Hall to look around and then relaxed in the shade and admired the flowers.  It's so beautiful and peaceful at the temple. 

Shortly after arriving, a man walked up and started talking to the kids.  He told them that his name was Paul and that he was a Ute and had a feather tattoo...which he showed them.  He said he was from Flagstaff, Arizona.  Then he said that he doesn't believe in the Mormon faith, that they stole his lands (the way he said it was as if these children had stolen his lands) and again reiterated that he didn't believe in their faith, the Mormon Church.  Brenda and I were sitting next to them but missed the first couple of sentences because we were talking, but we caught the end.  Brenda was really surprised and troubled that he would come up to children and say such things.  I've seen enough protesters and anti-Mormons that it doesn't surprise me...but it was a bit odd.  But other than that short experience, it was a really lovely morning.  We talked with a couple of sister missionaries and talked together and just enjoyed our time there.
















Saturday, June 23, 2018

Payson Utah Temple

The Payson Utah Temple is absolutely gorgeous!!  Wow!  I need to go back myself to go inside, because this time I stayed outside with Gabby and Sofie and took them to a nearby park.  It was a beautiful day in beautiful surroundings.  I really loved the grounds of the Payson Temple.








Musings on Immigration, Law-Abiding Citizens, Heroes, Compassion

This post is really for me because I have so many thoughts in my head that I'm trying to process.  And maybe for my children to reflect back on in the future...

Lots of discussion is happening...on social media, the news, and out in the world...about immigration right now.  Some of it is, in my opinion, disturbing.  Disheartening.  If the news can be trusted (and that's up for debate at this point), then many children are being separated from their parents at the Mexico-US border as their parents try to enter illegally.  Some are here trying to seek refuge/political asylum.  Again, if the news can be trusted, not only are these children being separated from their parents but they are sometimes being held in camps with bars...the photos make them appear to be much like the internment camps the Japanese were held in during WWII.  And so people are discussing this and what should be done.  Many are expressing outrage and horror and disgust and asking what can be done to stop this.  Many are asking how they personally can help.  Some are saying that the parents brought this horror on themselves by breaking the law.  They point out that American children are separated from their parents when their parents break the law and are imprisoned.  (True.  But typically they are either placed with a family member or in a foster home...where ideally they are cared for...not in camps or cages.  I know that the foster care system is far from perfect...and there are plenty of horrendous stories of children put in foster care.  This is another heartbreaking issue that I wish I could solve.  There is just so much suffering in this world.  It breaks my heart.) 

Here are my current thoughts:

First, the immigration system is horribly flawed.  Horribly flawed.  And both political parties are to blame.  Neither party has really done anything to fix the system.   And the system is often misunderstood.  I hear people say that immigrants should "wait in line" or recently that they just need to join the club...become citizens...as if they could just head over to their nearest immigration center (like a Costco) and sign a couple of papers, pay $100 or some other reasonable fee and here you go, here are your papers to enter legally.  Having had some (although I admit limited) experience with immigration...and having known and loved many immigrants, I attest that it is not that easy.  Our laws are biased, bigoted, and the process is confusing and expensive.  And it can take years.  Even if an American citizen is trying to help someone with the process, it is beyond challenging.

Second, those illegal immigrants that you are speaking so negatively about...they are often your neighbor, your coworker, your child's friend, your religious leader, someone's mother, someone's sister, someone's wife, someone's daughter, someone's friend.  They are human beings with the same emotions you experience, but often without the "privilege" you take for granted.  (I don't really like that word or the way it is sometimes used...yet I know that privilege is real.)  I don't know why I was fortunate enough to be born in this country, and I am grateful.  But my heart breaks that so many people experience such suffering, not through any fault of their own but because of the circumstances into which they were born.  Why am I so lucky? 

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints issued this statement, based on similar statements they have made before:  "The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has long expressed its position that immigration reform should strengthen families and keep them together. The forced separation of children from their parents now occurring at the U.S.-Mexico border is harmful to families, especially to young children. We are deeply troubled by the aggressive and insensitive treatment of these families. While we recognize the right of all nations to enforce their laws and secure their borders, we encourage our national leaders to take swift action to correct this situation and seek for rational, compassionate solutions." 


Many people are speaking out.  I don't know exactly what the answer is.  But something needs to change. 

I know good people on different sides of this issue.  Truly good people whose opinions are shaped by their experiences.  So I don't want to point fingers or speak angrily or stir up contention.  But my heart is breaking that we can't discuss this (and many other issues) without becoming angry and pointing fingers and assuming the worst about those with differing views.

On social media, people have talked a lot about being law-abiding citizens.  At least people on my Facebook feed have.  As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, one of the tenets of our religion is “We believe in being subject to kings, presidents, rulers, and magistrates, in obeying, honoring, and sustaining the law.”  (Article of Faith 12).  I've seen people use this Article of Faith to say that illegal immigrants deserve to have their children removed from them because they are breaking the law.  My immediate response was to argue (okay...I'm clearly not exempt from arguing and stirring up contention...although I do try to express my views respectfully...but I still have plenty to work on.)  I regularly drive about 5 miles over the speed limit...so do most people I know.  Does that make it okay?  I'm breaking the law even though I believe in obeying, honoring and sustaining the law.   So do I deserve to have my children removed from my custody because I'm breaking the law?   The beloved family member that I was disagreeing with said I was being ridiculous and of course my children wouldn't be removed from custody.  But I think as soon as we begin to excuse one way of breaking the law and not excuse another, we are becoming hypocritical or irrational.  Please don't misunderstand.  I consider myself a law-abiding citizen.  I DO consider myself to be someone who obeys and honors the law.  And I think laws are important...I certainly am not advocating for chaos and anarchy.  But I also think sometimes laws are unjust and need to be modified.  This has had me thinking about laws and about history.

In the Bible, in Daniel 6, King Darius respected Daniel.  Darius placed great trust in Daniel, making him the first president who the princes reported to.  The other presidents and princes wanted to get Daniel into trouble, and so they convinced Darius to pass a decree that no one could ask a request of any God or man other than Darius for 30 days.  This meant that it was against the law to pray.  Now Daniel was a law-abiding man...but he also had great faith in God.  And so, despite the law, Daniel continued to pray to God.  He was caught, thrown in the lion's den and was unharmed.  Christians consider Daniel to be a hero, an example of faith and integrity...despite the fact that he broke the law (albeit an unfair law).

I started thinking about George Washington, Benjamin Franklin and our other Founding Fathers.   Great men that I believe were inspired by God to found this nation.  Yet at the time, the law of the land was that of King George and Great Britain.  Writing the Declaration of Independence was treasonous and the patriots who fought in the Revolutionary War, those who participated in the Boston Tea Party, and those who refused to pay taxes and many others (who most of us regard as heroes) broke the law in order to found this great nation.

Harriet Tubman was born a slave.  She suffered great persecution under the unjust laws of slavery.  Eventually, she escaped to freedom.  Then, not being able to bear that others were also suffering, she returned many times and led others to freedom along the Underground Railroad.  She broke the law when she fled and she broke the law when she returned and helped others to safety.  Each conductor on the Underground Railroad was breaking the law.  Each slave who escaped or attempted to escape was breaking the law.  Each slave who learned to read or write was breaking the law.  Yet I regard Harriet Tubman as a hero.  


As I said, I don't know the answers.  I do believe in obeying the law.   But I also believe in having compassion.  I'm not sure, in this issue, exactly where one stops and the other starts.  But I do think there must be some more "rational, compassionate solutions."  

I think many people who choose to remain in their countries despite incredible hardship are heroes.  Those who determine to stay and try to improve their country and to do the best they can under the circumstances they are in are heroic!   But I also think it may be heroic to leave behind the only home you have ever known, face hardship and danger, in order to try to make a better life for yourself and your family.  I certainly hope that I never have to face that choice.  And my heart breaks for all those who do.  

Ultimately, I hope this t-shirt that I just purchased can help summarize my role on this Earth and the choices that I try to make:  

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Joyous Day...Summer Plan

Some days are just good days...peaceful, joyous days. Yesterday was one of those days. Time spent with dear friends that we absolutely love...in two different temples, Brigham City and Logan. This summer is off to the best possible start and I can tell that we will experience great joy, come what may. As President Nelson said in one of my favorite talks (Joy and Spiritual Survival), "... the joy we feel has little to do with the circumstances of our lives and everything to do with the focus of our lives... Joy is powerful, and focusing on joy brings God's power into our lives."

Aly was one of the first friends I made when Alfredo and I bought our home nearly 16 years ago. Our children have grown up together. It's no exaggeration to say that she has been like a second mom to my children...even caring for them when they were younger while I was at work. Aly is kind, funny and is always looking out for others. I'm so grateful that she...and her family...are such an important part of our lives. And today, I've just been marveling at how good Heavenly Father has been to me. I have such incredible people in my life...I read a couple of months ago that a seminary teacher asked his class to begin writing a list of all the people that they owed a debt of gratitude to...at first, they began a bit slowly, but soon every person was scribbling names as fast as they could and they weren't finished when the hour was over...I started, at that moment, to begin to create such a mental list...and it's impossible. My list would contain thousands of names. But even though it is impossible for me to create such a list or to personally thank each of those people, my heart is full and I am grateful.

Anyway, I really wanted to take my girls to as many temples in Utah this summer as possible.  But I know that is the type of goal that if I don't create a plan is unlikely to happen.  So I invited Aly and her family to come with us.  We are going to go as many Fridays as we can and attend 1-2 temples each time and we'll see how many we are able to visit.  Yesterday we kicked off our temple trips, and it was a glorious day.  I did baptisms with the teenagers at the Brigham City Temple while Aly stayed outside with the younger girls.  Then we all went for ice cream at Aggies Ice Cream.  Then Aly did baptisms with the teens at the Logan Temple while I took the younger two to a nearby park.