Don't Define Me.

I felt my face go red and tried disappearing into my chair, with little luck.

I had not invited the spotlight of the moment, I wasn't even listening until I heard my name and realized all eyes in the room were on me. I listened as the teacher continued talking of a family. My family.  My face burned hot. Embarrassment, frustration, surprise...I'm not really sure.

I felt the need to defend and explain, but the words simply wouldn't come. I wanted to run, but that would only add to the overwhelming awkwardness. So there I sat, silent, wondering if my face would actually catch fire.

Nothing shared was necessarily untrue...just not how I would define my situation, my marriage or my family. We are not the poster family for challenges and struggles. We are just the Kramers, climbing our mountains like the rest of you.

And the things some seem to assume as our biggest challenges are the things we consider our biggest blessings because of what they have taught us. That is why I will always be better at explaining my life than someone else.

 If you want to share my story, simply ask me too. Y'all know, I'm not shy :) and my life has taught me some beautiful things worth sharing.

Table for Seven

For years I wondered if I'd ever sleep through the night, or use the bathroom alone, again. Will they ever tie their shoes or stop watching Barney or not spill the milk, or go to bed? Then time seemed to move at a snail's pace and I wondered if they would ever make it to kindergarten or I'd ever make it to thirty....

 

I was warned time flies, I just never believed it....until now....

 

We are a family of SEVEN and I just could never picture a time when any one would leave home, not that I never wanted them to, it just always seemed an eternity away...

 

Then just like that we were loading bedroom furniture into a truck, watching our oldest (confident, capable and love struck) starter child fly the coup.(last summer)

 

time flies.

 

She is well and happy, but I had no idea how much I'd miss her...

 

Its the dinner table that I notice it the most, seven plates have become six and it simply its the same. I know its not supposed to be, but their are moments I wish I could flash back to February 2000, when we first became that family of seven. Only for a moment to tell my tired overwhelmed, 25 year old  self, how awesome it would be and to just slow down and enjoy the ride.

 

 

Today I came home from Church....

 

'Holly's coming for dinner!!!'

 

I don't know who was more excited us, or the siblings.

 

 We had our table of seven back for a few hours and loved every moment....the laughing, the squabbling, the flying mash potatoes...

 

My heart was overflowing as I sat there dodging airborne side dishes... Superman and I continue to be so blessed by these happy, crazy, wonderful, funny amazing people, who miraculously have survived our parenting and are turning into awesome adults.



Our table will always be a sacred place (even with the food fights) where these crazy kids and who ever joins them, will always be loved and welcomed, no matter where their journey leads them.

We are so blessed.

Screwed {or Not}

So YESTERDAY we did the most responsible grown up thing we have ever done....

We put brand new winter tires on the van BEFORE winter hit...Yay for being adults!!!!

 

This afternoon we drop 3 eager girls off at the ferry to head to Priest Laurel Conference ...at the terminal I say to Grant "It sounds like that tire is hissing...." Grant leans down for a second, " I swear you're hearing things..."

 

We stop for lunch and I can still hear the hissing....He still thinks I'm nuts...

 

We head home and a km later the low tire sensor comes on....{Who's crazy know}...

 

Superman pulls into Kal-Tire, fumbles for the tire gage.... as he leans down, we see this....

 

 

 

Our brand new tire had been screwed!!!

 

 I swear I should  keep a notebook entitled "Crap I Was Correct About" :)

 

Kal Tire told us it would be 3 hours until they could look at, but had it in and fixed in an hour and did it at NO CHARGE, even though we had not bought the tires at a Kal Tire...Pretty darn AWESOME!

 

Go ahead, say it...."You were RIGHT dear."

 

Superman, trust that wife of yours and her super sonic hearing :)

Will We Be Ok?

I think people that show up at Church (any church) are searching. Whether you've gone all your life or its the first time you've set foot in a chapel, you are there seeking answers.....Why? How? When?

I'm a lifelong Mormon, 7th generation, if you look at the pedigree. As a child, teen and young adult, I followed the traditions of my ancestors, not sure yet if it was really the way....

Twenty years and a lifetime later our Church, has become a lighthouse, a beacon in the craziness of life. Something to guide me through our storms.

 I have sat in a chapel nearly every Sunday of my life, and I still go with my {hand made Relief Society} bag full of questions...searching and seeking help and hope...


We attended our Stake Conference this weekend and because of the two full days in Nanaimo we decided to stay in a hotel, the same one as the waffle catastrophe of 6 months ago. They allowed us back, I'm surprised too. Great idea, but sharing one room with all our teens, not so smart. Saturday morning we realized the visiting General Authorizes were staying at our same hotel, so I didn't set foot near the waffle maker :)

They were there to release our Stake presidency and calling a new one. Grant had the opportunity to meet these two General Authorities, which was such a special experience for him...

I showed up for the conference sessions with my {homemade RS} bag, weighted down with more questions than usual...

"Will we be ok?"

 If you were to boil all my questions down...That would be it in simplest form...Will {my kids, my superman, me, my family, my friends} be {good, happy, courageous positive, hopeful}???



Notes:

"We are not has powerless as we think."

"Do it {service} whether we think we are making a difference or not"

"Do. Not. Judge. Point them to me {Christ}

"It is about salvation NOT damnation."

"Love them.... love them..... love them."

"Bad things become blessings when the are handled right."




It is not just the words said, but more it is  the spirit felt. It was the spirit at conference that spoke to me the most. The thanking of one Stake President for his service and love and sustaining another with the same love and faith was a confirming that this God's church and that God is well aware of the questions of y heart.

And the answer to my will we be ok? is a resounding....

YES

 

 

.....because that is what my I know in my heart. Conference was wonderful and I look to future, full of faith and hope and questions.

"Be the best we can be, not the best imitation of someone else"...President Weckesser

 

 

 

 

Mama's Seat

This is what teenagers and dogs do to office chairs, we've replaced six in 4 years.....

 

The bones are still good on this one, so I thought give it a chance at rebirth....(it was either sew or going all crazytown on the rug rats)

 

A measuring tape and some guessing and voila...  

Mama's got a brand new seat.

 

I like it.

Dallyn: Mom, maybe the chair didn't want to be a girl?!?

Siesta

Some days I just wonder what goes through my man child's head....more than thirteen years and I have yet to figure out how his brain works (or doesn't).

So we are on our way home from Nanaimo....

"So like what are we doing when we get home???" Dallyn pipes up from the backseat.

"Mom and I are taking a long siesta." Grant responds,yawning

"Ewww I don't want to hear your SIESTA, Da-aad," Dallyn groans

"Wait...what do you think SIESTA means, Dallyn?!?" I say looking to the back seat.

"You know...si-ESTA," Dallyn says while doing some kind of  dance with "air" maracas in his seat...

"Wait, What?!?"

"You know Mom.... hanky panky!" Dallyn says, rather frustrated....

The van erupts in laughter....

"Ummm...NO Dallyn, that's not what SIESTA means!" I sputter before I could stop laughing....NAP...Dallyn...SIESTA...means NAP.

"Oh!!!"

Oh son, lets hope you never get lost in a Spanish speaking country :)

Clean Sweep :)

{Warning: According to Grant this post will bore you to death, like he's an authority on housework :)}

Much to the great annoyance of my family, I've been on a cleaning, organizing, de-junking kick the last week or so....

First it was our yard....

Monday came with bright sunshine and 3 teenagers at home (at the same time) , WOW...That never happens anymore.... so at the unrighteous hour of 8:30 am, I rousted our brood out of bed......."It's Clean Up the Yard Day!!!!" {They've been more willing to go to a fifth Sunday meeting on food storage :)} Sometimes being the mom is AWESOME, and their defiant moans and groans were met with my annoying over the top cheerfulness :)

We cleaned out and organized the shed, cleaned out under the deck, scrubbed the deck, cleaned off the drive way, took ten bags to the thrift store and took two loads to the dump. And there was never a mutiny, weird.

It felt awesome!!!!

The next day I tacked the mountain of paperwork on top of my filing cabinet and actually found all of my IRS documents, my marriage certificate and no unpaid bills...even better :)

I realized the our overflowing deep freeze, had iced up to the point the lid no longer shut tight....so I unloaded it and then took a sledge hammer to the ice...which was way more therapeutic than it should have been....I even found a package of Eggos the kids had missed {no I didn't share}. And now its all back in and organized, with enough room for a months worth of crock pot freezer meals...NOT, like that will ever happen ;) Its ice cream and more Eggos.

I even caught up on all the laundry...well almost.

Yay me.

But seriously I love my clean and organized house :) Too bad my offspring and Superman don't share in my neuroses.