Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Game Changing Woman

I read. A lot. Not books — and I should change that — but short articles from lots of different sites: Read Write Web, Big Think, Eloqua Blog, 85 Broads, etc.

The “founding members” of 85 Broads were women who worked for Goldman Sachs at 85 Broad Street in New York City. It now includes women from all over the world. Recently, they posted an article that really captures the power women have to make a difference. To all you women who read my blog, remember this when you're feeling down. To all you men, you're probably married to a game changing woman. Make sure you let her know that.
We’ve been getting this question fairly often lately. “What makes a woman a game changer?” In order to describe it more deeply than “Well, you know, she’s awesome.” We came up with a few ideas:
She has swagger. She is love. She can run four blocks in heels. She can run a marathon. She can swim bike run and/or play a musical instrument and/or change a tire all on her own. She’s independent. She’s warm. If she’s a mother/wife/girlfriend, it is to someone that she chose. Not because she needs a partner, but because they make her more herself. She laughs with her whole self. She breathes. Slowly. Sometimes to take it all in. Sometimes to keep from blowing up. She is courageous and fiery and ferocious if need be. She kisses boo boos. She can parallel park like a champion. She has an invisible crown, halo, superhero cape and magic wand. She takes the good with the bad. She goes after everything she wants in life. Without guilt. She leaves it all on the field. She gives it everything she has. She fails. She succeeds. Most importantly, she tries. She’s in the game. Not on the sidelines. She revels in quiet, calm stillness. She makes sure she is heard when she has something to say. She can be afraid, but respects fear and moves forward anyways. She makes babies. She makes money. She makes up her own mind about when and where and with whom to do both. She is joy, happiness, determination and perseverance all rolled into one. She is any and all of the above. She knows herself, loves herself and above all, she is always herself. She’s a game changer.

Monday, May 7, 2012

My Mother's Day Tribute





For a mom who caught all the pain I couldn’t heal, who wore the cape when I was too tired, who always had a supply of chocolate and an extra set of rain boots. She taught me how to see the world when the world was dark and cold. And when I was blind, she showed me how to find the ocean and to taste all that lay before me. My eyes shine because of her. She is my mother.

Friday, November 11, 2011

I am grateful for all those who have served our country and dedicated their lives to protecting our freedom. Tonight I was able to attend a concert with Peter Breinholt that paid tribute to our veterans. Plus my niece was in the orchestra and it was fun to hear her play.

I am grateful that every time I hit a brick wall or fall down, the Lord helps me find a way to stand up and keep moving forward. Tonight I feel like He picked me up and carried me.

I am grateful for a wonderful mother. Not being my best self, I snapped at her for no good reason. When I called to apologize, she wanted to know what she could do to help me. She could tell something was wrong. Grateful that she knows me well enough to know when I need help.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

I Could Never Love Anyone More Than I Love My Sisters

Many of may have heard of the missionary from Farmington, UT (Lindsey Spjute) who died while jogging. As it turns out, she is the sister of my good friend Melanie (Mel to those close to her). As soon as I heard the news, tears filled my eyes and my heart ached for the Spjutes. Recently, I have had a difficult time understanding death. When my friend Tim died in October I felt like my heart had been ripped out of me. When Mel told me about Lindsey those same emotions returned. It is easier to accept death when it comes for a grandparent who is suffering. But it doesn't seem to make sense for those who are so young with so much to live for. Gratefully, we have the gospel which gives us an understanding of the plan of salvation and eternal families. It doesn't mean that the pain disappears. However, this is one unique situation where you can be overcome with pain yet still find peace. Mel said it best, "My heart is tired." As I sat through sacrament meeting on Mother's Day I reflected about this tragic turn of events and my own family. First, my mom. My mom is incredible. She goes out of her way to help people. She is my "go to person" whenever something in my life happens. When I got into BYU for MBA school she was the first person I called. When I am mad and need to calm down, she is the one who helps. When I am lonely, she invites me to drive with her to St. George for lunch. Okay that only happened once but I still remember how much that meant to me. She brought us to piano lessons weekly. Fixed dinner daily. And chastised me hourly. This has been very much appreciated as I have gotten older. For she taught me how to be a better person. I know I am lucky. Next, my sisters. My sisters are my best friends. Hour conversations are normal. If I don't talk to Suzy once a week, I feel like something is missing. She is always inviting me to come stay with her family and to join them on family trips. Melissa lets me be part of her family and is always willing to let me indulge her kids with treats. She shares her kids with me. Kathrine keeps me laughing. She loves being part of our lives, even though she lives the furthest away. Lucille is my comrade in arms. Most of my childhood memories revolve around Lu. All I have to say is Mickey and the Beanstalk, Stratego Men, 1-2-3 on so-and-so, etc. The list goes on. We still have great times together. Last is Annette. I miss Annette. She is in Turkey and Greece right now and I have been making a list of the random things I would normally text her. She let me tag along with her this year-as I had no friends-and crash on her couch when it got late. We both love movies and I love watching something new with her. It will be hard when she moves to California. I could ramble on for hours about my family (I'll do Dad and the brothers on Father's Day) but I just want to close with saying how much I love my family. I am lucky. I could never love anyone more than I love my sisters. --Louisa May Alcott