Saturday, November 10, 2012

Trusting Forgiveness



Death, illness, moving, job change, facing fears.....

With all that's happened in our lives this last year, some would be surprised to learn that my greatest hurt/heartache (the one that caused the most damage to my heart and soul) was none of those things....

The deepest hurt: someone choose a public manner to attack and humiliate my husband/ family...a complete over reaction to a minor misunderstanding. It devastated us and its timing couldn't have been worse as Grant was still not stabilized from his relapse. It was horrible.

No apologies, told to get a thicker skin and just move on....

I felt deserted and alone with the damage the hurt had caused .... Months and months I have worked on forgiveness, it has only been the last month or so I could see the person and not cry....I was finally at forgiveness.

Then, I was asked to participate in an activity, I was excited to do so...I then realized this activity would require extended direct interaction with the person.... I said no.


I was so mad at myself for not having more courage. Grow up! I was so, so hard on myself. Maybe I hadn't forgiven, like I thought I had.

Then the the thought " Forgiveness is NOT trust, Robin"

I had always thought forgiveness and trust were one in the same....Not true.

So here is what I have come to understand:

We are expected to forgive freely.

I, the Lord, will forgive whom I will forgive, but of you it is required to forgive all men.D&C 64:10

In fact, if there are conditions attached to forgiveness, its not forgiveness.

But trust, Trust is not a requirement of forgiveness.

Trust is a valuable possession that is earned. Once broken it becomes of even greater value and is not always restored to its original state.

We can wish someone well, pray for them, and even want blessings in their lives. But from a far, without putting ourselves or our  in harms way.Coming to understand that difference has helped me be a little more patient with myself.

Grateful for the lesson.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Out Numbered!

My husband just left me. For the weekend. He's headed somewhere in Alberta to pick up bison with his (our) farmer friend. Well at least that's the story they've told the wives. ;).....It's been a long time since he's been able to do something like this and I'm glad to see him go (it's only 3 days) plus it means....

I don't have to (think about) cook(ing).

Kids? What kids??...There is this unspoken, deeply understood rule: You don't bug me, I don't bug (ask you to clean) you

Pajama pants and hoodies are perfectly fine to grocery shop in (it's Wal-Mart, Superman's coworkers wouldn't rat me out would they?)

All the pillows I want, no snoring and  no misunderstanding over my inability to share a comforter :)

I can watch all the Dance Moms and Honey Boo Boo I want without a lecture on the trash on tv , from the guy who watches(maybe) walking dead and family guy :)

I do have one little goal: I will not YELL at my kids the ENTIRE time super's gone.... my kids have little faith, they've already placed bets on how long I last....I'm good 'til like 5 today...But I'm betting on duct tape and ear plugs after that :) (them or me, doesn't matter )

Should be an awesome weekend, I'll keep ya'll posted :)

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Fashion Freakout

 
Monday night, {totally instead of FHE ;) , NOT!!! } Superman and I attended the Grad fashion show at the kids high school. Bailey graduates this year. She had worked hard on the sets for the show and wanted to show off her efforts....The show was impressive from the sets to the staging to the choreography....But...Half way through the first act...My jaw dropped as a group of students came out modeling , what I would consider as burlesque. I couldn't even watch. I was horrified for these girls. Then I was saddened, angry and so disappointed....
 
So here is the letter I sent to the Principal, two vices and the superintendent....
 
 
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
 Dear JT, principal

SR vice principal

GF, vice principal

 SE, superintendent

As a parent of three current students and another daughter who is a Grad of {high school}, I feel compelled to voice my concerns after last night’s 2013 Grad Fashion Show.

The fashion choices modeled by your students from the retailer J***** Clothing, who sponsored that portion of the show, not only demeaned but sexualized the students who wore them and were completely inappropriate for a school sponsored event, even more so because children and families were present

Where are boundaries and guidelines to keep our youth dignified and safe??? If not in our public schools, where? Are we afraid to hold our youth to the higher standard they deserve???

For an event that was so well presented in every other aspect. Sets, staging, choreography, food vendors….Why was the ball dropped here? This is not an issue of censorship, but one of safety, one of dignity.


I am saddened and disappointed by this event and expect that my concerns will be addressed quickly.

Thank you,

Mrs Robin L Kramer
This is the response I received from the principal this morning....
 
Hello Robin, and thank-you for bringing your concern to me.
I did some research yesterday on the procedures we use for the fashion show. Specifically, I looked into:
· How are clothing vendors selected?
· Who decides what clothes are worn during the show?
· Who provides coaching in how to conduct the walk?
· What are the safeguards to ensure inappropriate behaviour doesn’t take place?
As a result of this research, I learned that there are safeguards in place to ensure students do not engage in undesirable behaviour, including two rehearsals. These are not dress rehearsals, however, as the stores want our students to spend a minimum amount of time in their clothing. As for the fashion choice, I learned that this is negotiated between the student and the store. For the most part, the student picks something they want to wear, and the store agrees or disagrees with the choice. I learned that in a few cases, students wore clothing they did* want to wear, but this was not the case with J#####.
In the rehearsals, the student performance was within our guidelines. During the actual show, we saw two instances of the unexpected, and some unscripted performances were stopped before they could get on stage.
I deeply regret that you were offended by the clothing worn by some of our students. It has gone into our planning notes, and we inspect our clothing with a closer eye to this in the future. As you can appreciate, it is not always easy to see how a garment will look on a student when we examine it on a hanger, but we will make a better effort for next year. We want a show that everyone can enjoy.
 
**** I believe it should read didn't, and have asked for a clarification.
Alrighty then...Pretty much the response I expected. I respectfully disagree that there are appropriate safeguards in place...There are not. The school could and should do more to protect its students ....No Dress Rehearsal?? It's a FASHION show!?! .... "It's not always easy to see how a garment will look on a student when examined on a hanger"? A satin and lace bustier and black leather pants with zippers, buckles and chains...call me a Molly Mormon...but pretty sure that looks just as inappropriate on the hanger as on the student (please)
 
Oh great I've turned into that SOAP BOX parent again.
 
 

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Happy Election Day, Merrills :)

As always, I will keep my political views to myself, but in honour of election day......
 
My Grandpa Wendell...The dentist and the Democrat...
 
 
I never knew my Grandpa Wendell (my Dad's father) he died a few years before I was born. But politics were everything to him and from all accounts he was quite the character about it....He served in the medical corps in WWI, His dental office was above the Zion's National Bank in downtown Logan. He was quite the oddity as a die-hard Democrat in Utah. He ran for mayor of Logan and for the State Legislature....but I know very little else about his dental/political career.
 
I found this card in my Dad's things (I'm guessing it's from the 1950"s)....
 
 
 
And from a google search,  a quote from him after an earthquake hit Logan.... 
 
From the Logan Herald Journal August 30, 1962.....
"Despite some damage in the Hotel, the Democratic headquarters (in a second-floor hotel room) remain unscathed and intact," Dr. W. W. Merrill informed us, with some humor and considerable satisfaction.(Dr. Merrill, as many citizens know, is one of the County's Demo party bellweathers.)
 
{COMMENTS FOLLOWING TODAY'S EARTHQUAKE
Thoughts And Things
By Ray Nelson
Miscellaneous observations during and after the earthquake,

which visited Cache Valley at 6:36 a.m., August 30, 1962 A.D.--}

I didn't know him but that's defiantly the Merrill humour shining through.:)

Might explain why my Dad was so politically minded and also a die hard democrat....I guess it was in his genes.... My mother was a stanch republican, which might explain why things couldn't work for them in this life time ;) Let's just say politics were a touchy subject growing up....but Politics and Country were always important...


He loved this shirt , especially when wearing it with pride in predominately red States :)


Regardless of who wins today....I can just imagine the discussion in heaven tomorrow with all those Merrills.....Happy Election Day, Dad!
 

Monday, November 5, 2012

Bipolar Blessing

I hate to admit it ...Superman takes the win...shhh don't tell him I said that, kay? His "guest post" was the most viewed and commented on,  ever...Mostly by people we don't even know...Weird. Such an amazing outpouring of love for him and our family.

I'm not sure what prompted the willingness to share something so deeply personal to him and in a public manner, But it's something I've prayed for, for long time...it's a load one cannot carry alone

The diagnosis isn't new...it's something he/we have faced for more than a dozen years.  It's never been a secret or something we've hid or been ashamed of...Those close to us have always known.

It's not something I wake up every morning and remember...it's just part of our lives. We go to the psychiatrist like most go to the grocery store...just to pick up a few things we need :)

There have been dark and difficult times, when the illness was life-threatening and required hospitalizations,  but that is not now...

Bipolar is a blessing (no I am not going all "Pollyanna" on you either). I couldn't always say that, but I can now.

Superman's illness has strengthened our lives and taught us compassion and understanding in a way nothing else could have...

We enjoy and treasure the good times. We live in the now. When its more difficult we know that there is always, always hope and things will eventually get better.

We have learned the great power in a sincere "I'm Sorry"

We know that "In the quiet heart is hidden, sorrow that the eye can't see" It's made us a kinder (most of the time) family

We have felt great support and love through sharing our story, the common thread of mental illness has fashioned dear and amazing friends (and for the few that don't understand there are100's who do.)

We have learned to rely greatly on our faith and have witnessed tender mercies all along our way.

So thank you for all the love and support (but not the Superman winning part ;) ) So now you know why we really are the  Krazy Kramer's















Nativity Puppets (Avoiding LOTR)

 With the Primary Presentation over its time to focus on CHRISTMAS MUSIC...I love Christmas music and teaching it to kids makes it even better. I picked my 3 favourites to start with....

The Nativity Song
Stars Were Gleaming
When Joseph Went To Bethlehem

I thought hand puppets would be a great way to teach/remember all the verses to the Nativity Song....
I couldn't find a pattern so I just made them up as I went...(Plus the rest of the fam damily was watching Lord of the Rings, last night, so I had to find something to do)

I think they turned out pretty cute, but my husband and children apparently don't appreciate my efforts as they did a great Monty Python skit with the 3 wise men (eye roll)....(I reminded Superman that crafting is way cheaper than therapy ;) )

Let's hope the primary kids aren't so cheeky....

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Nailed It

Do you ever feel, like a plastic bag... sorry that's a song, that I don't even like and has nothing to do with my post, but I do occassionally have dreams that are completely in song lyrics and  no I have never felt like a pastic bag, you?

Here is the actual question...Do you ever feel like you'll never fit in or measure up, no matter how hard you try??

You're just not cool enough...

Why do you even bother....

You are way too needy....

You'll never quite fit in...

Nobody really understands or cares, do you blame them....

I've never really struggled with feelings of self worth before...I have lazy eyes and drool when I am tired....you either find your own self worth or junior high will kill you....so I found it

But this last month or so..{maybe it's grief...maybe it's the sense of now what, as life slows down for us....maybe it's parenting teenagers, who have the ability to make you feel like the dumbest rocks on the planet...maybe it's missing family... maybe its the rain....}.I've struggled....I know I shouldn't,  but I have.

 I feel like one of those Pinterest nailed it pictures....




I know it's up to me to figure it out, keep trying and moving...I just wish that voice inside my head would.....Shut up.