Saturday, March 17, 2018

"I didn't respect the authority of Sheriff Bleak"

Is he being held hostage?  Are those Nerf Guns LOADED??? I thought the MTC was a GunFreeZone!! No, he responded that
 I also was
put on trial for not recognizing the authority of Sheriff Bleak(one of
our zone Elders

Another week in the life of Elder Evans is coming to a close.This week has been fun, in that we sent him a package containing a few letters, a bunch of exercise clothing (BBall shorts, socks, unders) and two Gallon ziplock bags of chocolate chip cookies. I have discovered that not much has changed on the Mom front.  I nearly begged this kid for information, but his goals were pretty clear for his P-day. In our chat I asked him what he would be up to for the afternoon.

Laundry, nap, piano and then dinner and class

Some people are natural writers and thinkers. Mitchell is a do-er.  In our chats back and forth I finally asked him, "Are you getting my 6,000,000 emails and letters that I am sending you???"  

Yes mom I haveπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Oh, the struggle.  So let me sum up what I gleaned over several hours of interrogation, via email, long distance... whilst he played the piano, napped and played Nerf guns.
  • Elder Evans taught an investigator, a native speaker from Chile, 3 lessons.  The language is coming along well. (He will be "spooked" to get to Oklahoma with real speakers, but is excited.)
  • He had the opportunity to be a host and greet the new missionaries on Wednesday:  Lol we got some greenies this week and I got to harass them (jk) and I got to rip the sons and daughters away from families on Wednesday 
  • He will have a little time to play the piano and he has asked for some piano sheet music to practice on his P day.
  • He is requesting more cookies, Nerf bullets, and "something fun". Which will be the fast card game BLINK.       

Very quick week, but he's doing well. Here are some highlights from the photo dump:


Here is his letter:
Week 3!! I'm getting good at this
What is up my dudes, it’s been another week and man oh man it’s been a
really good one. The Spanish language is coming along really well. We
learned about how to speak future tense in the present??? Yeah it’s
interesting. Elder Majestic and I also had the opportunity to teach a
native from Chile. So all my confidence in my Spanish went right out
the window, but he has totally been keeping up on his commitments and
listening to the Spirit. It’s just really cool to see someone progress
in the Gospel. Time only gets faster here and man oh man am I ready
for the field (I still will get spooked by the language though).

I found out something weird about my companion, and that is he loves
mayo... like way to much. I think he puts like a half cup on just
about everything including pizza. I don’t know how to feel about that.
Sooooooooo yeah he likes mayo.... probably more than me. I also was
put on trial for not recognizing the authority of Sheriff Bleak(one of
our zone EldersπŸ˜‚).

Well I know that I’m in the right place and that everything I’m doing
here isn’t for me but for the people of the Lord. I’m here to teach
them and lose myself in the work. I love what I’m doing here and I’m
so glad to be teaching and serving the people of the Lord.
Well see y’all next week.
Elder Evans

Sunday, March 11, 2018

"It’s like prison but super spiritual all the time"

Oh my goodness!  Mitchell has now been in the MTC for a week and a half.  Who knew that time could go soooooo slow???  However, my prayers have been answered and our little monkey is already acting like a Stake President and shouldering his responsibility as District Leader.

Yesterday was his "P" day.  Missionaries get one preparation day per week.  Outside of the MTC, this day usually falls on a Monday.  They have until 6 pm to wash clothes, grocery shop, perform service, wash their car if they are assigned one, polish shoes, and the like.

In the MTC, there are about 3000-3700 missionaries.  Obviously, they cannot all have the same preparation day.  So, Mitchell's P day is on Saturday.

I sent Mitchell an email on Friday night to tell him that I would be stalking my email account from about 9 am on throughout the day.  I did not want to miss him.  If you are lucky enough to catch when they send their email, you can email back and forth for a time.  HEAVEN for a mother missing her baby bird!!

So, at 9:54 I get this message:

Sooooooo, I have an IPad and I can email all day. I’m excited to do
laundry bcuz I need clothes like something fierce lol

I began laughing because this is totally my son. We chatted back and forth about pictures that he needed to load and about what he had been doing all week.  Here was a little pearl:

I’ll send my big update later but I’ll tell you some things that were cool so far. I sang in the MTC choir and we got to listen to Elder Ballard. Ummmm a ton of Spanish, on like day three we started teaching an investigator and taught him 5 lessons and now we’re are teaching native Spanish speakers sooo that’s pretty cool.

I thought that he sounded pretty on top of it.  My response: "You sound like such a pro.. "Yeah, I'm singing in the choir, Chillin' with Elder Ballard.  And, ya know, Yo hablo espanol muy bien...'

He was quick to disabuse me of the notion that he is a pro.  The best response that I got from him all day followed:

I’m no pro lol I just do what I’m told.I mean all I do is go to class eat study exercise  eat class sleep. It’s like prison but super spiritual all the time

This was also very "Mitchell".  Do what needs to be done.  Do it with a smile.  Make funny observations.

Finally, I was able to see the photos that he loaded to our shared drive.  Oh. My. Goodness.  I have sent a 12-year-old out on a mission.

(He thinks he is hilarious)

(There are about 10 of these)

How about his stuffed animal he took with him?

That is Everest, or as Mitchell calls him, Mr. Wooley Monster. (I crocheted it for him)

This is Mitchell's companion, Elder Majestic.

The Mission Training Center

The Provo Temple

The Mountains at Sunrise, Outside the MTC

He also sent a few pictures of the Sister Missionaries from his district. 

I have no idea what these lovely sister's names are.  I will edit at a future date!!
So, my oldest monkey is doing well.  I am so excited about this that I can't stand it!!  Here is the letter that he sent out to everyone: 

Another week at the MTC

Hey guys! I have learned a absolute ton at the MTC this week.
Especially on how I need to rely more fully on the Spirit when
teaching. I had a great example of this while teaching an investigator
here in the MTC in only Spanish. Not knowing the language too well I
did my best and talked about the restoration of the gospel. It wasn’t
until I bore my testimony to him did I feel a change in what he
needed. I know that I’m in the right place and that every thing I
doing isn’t for me but rather for God's children.

A funny story for this week, I told my companion after messing up a
Spanish phase that I was “ muy embarasado” which doesn’t mean
embarrassed like I thought but means pregnant. So yeah I said that to
a class full of my District (who are all Hermanas) oh well live and

Well I love you all and if you think I’m not talking about you I am. I
pray for all y’all to feel the love God has for you because man oh man
do I feel how much I need it

See ya next week
Elder Evans

It is such a blessing to have Elder Evans in the MTC, learning Spanish, and preparing to serve the people of Oklahoma.


Thursday, March 1, 2018

Welcome to the Life of a Missionary Mom

I don't really know what I thought it would be like when my own child left on a mission.  As I watched other young men and young women leave, I guess I only thought about the missionary experience. Perhaps the adventure associated with leaving and living in a new culture for two years.  Because I so desperately wanted to serve a mission, and I wouldn't have missed ME if I were to leave, I suppose that I projected those emotions onto the situation.

HAHAHAHA!!  What a fool I was!! I got a tiny dose of the anxiety of a missionary mom when my nephew, Alec, went to Germany a few years ago.  He wasn't even my kid and I was terrified of all the badness in the world.  Happily, once he got home I promptly forgot my anxiety.

Until about November when Mitchell was ready to open his mission call.  He was called to Oklahoma.  And I have never been so relieved.

Until about January and I realized that to serve a mission, he would actually have to know, LEAVE.

Around about the second week in February, I began to panic.  I mean, really, who thought that teaching little boys that they should grow up and serve a mission was a good idea?  This was nonsense!  Crazy talk!  I truly began to feel myself, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.  It was like someone dipped me into liquid nitrogen and then placed me, none too gently, on a hard surface.  It wasn't a good feeling, is what I am trying to convey.  I had a knot in my chest.  Shortness of breath.  Pretty much your basic nightmare.  I started leaking tears at random.  Liesel questioned incredulously, more than once, "Are you crying??  AGAIN??"

Why did I think this would be a breeze?  Because I am stupid. That's why.

Anyway, we bought, collected, and procured all of the necessary items for missionary service.  Several kind family members and friends gave money and gifts to help us along the way.  Such blessings.  As bad as the liquid nitrogen anxiety felt, this was like warm wax, melting in a yummy, vanilla aroma.  I don't know if blessings can be compared to the smell of cookies, but they should be.

To get through the nitrogen-anxiety, I needed prayer.  I had to just metaphorically, hand my son over to the Lord.  Which, once I thought of it, was not difficult.  I certainly couldn't foresee what Mitchell would need. (Although, truthfully, that didn't stop me from trying.)

Praying worked.  I knew it would.  The anxiety calmed.

But it did not remove the real ache that mothers feel when their baby birds leave the nest.  Once Mitchell's farewell was complete and we had our family over for dinner, it was time to pack and send him on his way.

I loved watching him organize his belongings.  Pack them all up. His books. Scriptures. A copy of his patriarchal blessing. A magic, wiggly worm. His suits. His jacket. Watch him assemble his toiletries.   Include his Snuggie. And his favorite fuzzy blanket.

But then I realized that he was leaving.  What a terrible trick.

We took him to the MTC (Missionary Training Center) yesterday.  We had a favorite family breakfast. We visited Grandpa Evans, who is 90 years old, and who was unable to attend Mitchell's farewell, as he was in a rehab center.  We went to the store, as we had forgot deodorant, of all things.  And then we went to Provo.

Mitchell wanted to eat at Wendy's. Which we did.  And then we took him and dropped him off.


So now we pray that he will do well.  Pray that he is learning.  Pray that he is obedient.  Pray that he is making friends.  Pray that he will learn the language.

And pray that we can count down the Monday emails until we see him again!!

Saturday, July 16, 2016

My True Story in 100 Words or Less

Reader's Digest has a recurring column called Your True Story in 100 Words or Less.  I have been intrigued by squeezing a memory into just a few words.  I don't do ANYTHING in 100 words or less!

Well, I gave it a shot.  It was hard, but fun!  Here is my submission.  I will let you know if they pick it for publishing!

Reared in large Mormon families, we happily grew our own. When the ultrasound revealed a perfectly formed, but still fetus of 18 weeks, my heart shattered. Telling my husband solidified my grief; my mom's cries intensified my own. But telling my four children there would be no baby magnified my grief unimaginably. Thinking there could be no solace, we wept together.  Then: a ray of light.  My 3 year old, big for his age, came to me.  In his deep, gravelly voice, he said with chubby hands on my cheeks, "Mom.  I'll be your baby."  My heart began to mend.

I hope you like it.  :)

Friday, April 15, 2016

Why do kids think they can grow up?

Here are my boys, growing up!

Seth and Logan are headed out to a backpack overnight with the Boy Scouts. They left at 4:30.  Mitchell and Liesel were at waterpolo.

That left Jeremy and me with Jorgen.  One kid.  One kid?  What the crap? How did we get here?  I had 4 little kids that required constant supervision, peanut butter sandwiches, play dates, preschool, Play-Doh, barbies and endless viewing of Disney movies and Nick Jr.

It's crazy.  Don't get me wrong. I love the changes that life brings. I think that everyone should have teenagers and school age kids.  They are so much fun.  Fun,   funny and witty. Learning about the big, wide world and making moral judgments about the world around them.

I teach the teenagers at church.  It has been wonderful teaching the 13 year old kids Sunday School.  I have Seth in my class this year. I like to watch the kids sort out what they believe to be true.  I like to listen to them question what they have been taught. I like to give answers to their questions and watch them respond.  Seth is amazing. The kids in my class are smart and great.
Anyhoo, just a few of my ramblings. I put a bunch of this on Facebook, but who knows how accessible to my progeny that will be in 200 years?  Ok..  Bye til later!

Friday, October 2, 2015

Leaving Primary Children's

Well, today was an eventful day.  

After hugging about every person employed at Primary Children's, sharing cookies, yummy breads, salads and my supervisor's Better-Than-$#%-Cake, (and I actually saw a few patients), I turned in my badge and left Primary Children's.

I've done this before.  In 2012, I left for the ER at McKay.  It was one of the most wonderful experiences I have had.  I checked "Work in the ER" off of my bucket list.
I loved it.
But we all knew that I would be back.

Primary's is a part of me like maybe only my family, the church and Roy High are.

I don't know if I will go back.

Mostly, while I have been contemplating this move I have felt relief.  I work too much.  I am a cranky, mean mom when I work too much.  Which is always.  Working at ORMC as a hospitalist is so interesting and mentally rewarding.  (My kids call me "House").  But it is taxing as well.

Primary Children's Same Day Surgery was a bright spot in my week. The kids are so cute and innocent and smart and clean and funny.  You just can't have a better patient than a pediatric patient.

Until going to Primary's became stressful too.  Because some weeks I was working upwards of 60 hours if I was at both places. (Granted, it was only twice a month, but twice a month for 2 years can become a grind).

I have looked for a full time gig at PCH.  There just hasn't been one that was a good fit. Or I applied too late.  Or the job was just as busy as I am now...only 51 miles away.

Anyway, about a month ago, I decided that something had to give.  I know that I have been with Intermountain for 21 years.  But I was starting to crack.  After prayer, pleading with the universe, talking it over with Jeremy, Melinda and finally having my Mom tell me what to do (she never stops telling me what to do.  And darn it, if she isn't always right)  I decided that I had to pull the trigger... so to speak.

I typed up a letter of resignation.  Mostly, I felt relief.

Today, I was sad to say goodbye to my friends, but I felt relief.

Every day, I have been so excited to shave 24 hours of work out of my month.  Just so RELIEVED.

I joked with my friends today that I was going to schedule a big, ugly cry for 5:30 pm.

But I didn't cry then.

I am crying now.

Primary's has been so much to me.

I have worked:
Neuro/Trauma (formerly Rehab)
Pediatric ICU
Float Pool (ie Rapid Treatment, Newborn ICU, Emergency, Children's Surgical, Children's Medical, ImmunoCompromised Services, NTU, PICU and one shift in MRI)
and Same Day Surgery/PreOp/PostOp and PACU.
Both as an RN and a Nurse Practitioner,

Almost everything I know as a nurse came from Primary's. 

I was mentored by the best.  The best nurses and the best doctors. I worked with the best CNAs, Techs and Respiratory Therapists.  Back in my rehab days, the best physical therapists as well.

So, here are some images of the best place on the planet for a sick kid:

Superman, just hanging out upstairs

Mural of Jesus and the little children, 3rd Floor

SpiderMan, guarding the Coffee Cart.

 This guy was outside before the remodel. I don't know where he went.
(edit: I have been informed by my hubby and a fellow Primary's nurse, that this guy was moved to the 3rd floor by the Forever Young Zone)

 CT Scanner

 New clinic area

Old Entrance sign

Well, thank you for allowing me to trip down memory lane.

Primary's has been a HUGE part of my life. 

I have been blessed to work there, to serve children and their families.

It has been a gift, and I will miss it.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Summer's End & Goodbye to Ola

This was the scared, tired face that came off of the airplane in July.  We were so excited to see her, and she seemed terrified.

But, oh, what a difference time makes!  After just a few short days, she was like a friend you didn't want to leave. And by the end of her five weeks, she was family and we cried.

So, I promised Girls Camp and photos of Pioneer Day,  I am going to have to blitzkrieg the photos!

Here they are:


Pioneer Day, July 24th in Fairview:

And here we go for Island Park, I LOVE YELLOWSTONE:


(This is a silent prayer for a squashed caterpillar)

Going to the zoo, as one of Ola's favorite things is elephants:

And finally, time to go back to Ukraine.  :(

And then she was gone.......