Friday, January 20, 2017

An only in Utah Moment

J wanted to go to the temple so I got him up and out the door and we were at the temple by 6 AM. Where I don't hold the priesthood they usually put J in with another ward. The worker took my son's slip and walked over to another group and I thought they were going to put Jake with the group. Turns out the leader of the other group was the guy I had my first date with. I would have been fine with "William" serving Jake in the temple, but it didn't happen. The worker was thanking William for taking his group to the temple that early in the morning. It would have stung a little if he baptized J because he was active in the church and my husband is not. But it was more important that J did baptisms than who helped him do the work. I also don't have any hard feelings against William.

Help from 10 States Away

For the last few weeks I haven't been able to get an ex-boyfriend's mom out of my head. I haven't talked to this boyfriend for twenty years and he doesn't live in the same state as I do. I don't regret not marring him or anything like that. He was a part of my past and for that I am grateful, but he hit walls. That usually is a red flag. As much as I would like, my kids are not being raised in a home like I grew up in. They are being raised with a mom that goes to work and a dad that sleeps a lot, has med changes regularly, and goes to the doctor once a month.

I was thinking of "John's" mom, mostly because she's lived though what I am facing and raised a family during all the health trials in her home. I wanted someone to tell me everything would be okay. What she wished she did differently and stuff like that. After a little detective work she passed away. So I called John and asked what helped him as a kid in our situation.

When he answered the phone I felt a sense of relief and I cried. Before we even got into what I was calling him for he apologized for hitting walls and said the first time he did that with his wife, she made him take anger management classes and thanked me for helping get him on a mission. He was so happy my son was playing football, had a dog, and was going to church. We spoke for twenty minutes and I felt a sense of peace.

I never told my husband about the call, but I made sure one of my best friends knew.

What I really learned from this conversation was that I have people willing to help me even if they live ten states away.