August 11, 2002

Posted by Ryan on Sunday, August 11, 2002

Fun Stuff

A few weeks ago, we went down to the Shakespearean Festival in Cedar City with Chris and Hal. We saw Shakespeare's As You Like It and Man of La Mancha. They were both very well done, but it was Man of La Mancha that carried with it some particularly powerful messages, particularly in its consideration of "sanity vs. insanity." Did you ever think that too much sanity and "reality" is more insane than insanity? We must dare to dream the impossible dream holding onto hope in our lives. It also teaches what a powerful influence we have for both good and evil on others simply through how we treat them. We certainly couldn't do it adequate justice in our newsletter, so we'll just let do with recommending it to you all. If you ever get the chance to see it, take it or at least rent the movie. At the Medieval Feast Friar Tuck married Chris off to one of the maidens, we slammed water (wine) glasses on the table in riotous celebration, ate with our hands, cheered on Robin Hood and booed the evil Prince John. What a blast!

We always love to see Grandma and Grandpa Hall (Tamie's grandparents) in St. George. This time we also saw Carrie (Tamie's cousin) and McKay (Carrie and Phillip's son), who were in St. George visiting Phillip's family. McKay loved the M&M bowl but was not happy about his limitation of only three M&M's. Grandma was getting really nervous about a cataract surgery that had to be performed on her eyes. The surgery seemed to have gone well, but we're not going to know the official results until she goes back in for a follow-up visit.

On the way back from the festival, we stopped by the Cache Valley Cheese factory in Beaver. We don't know how many times we've been to St. George without having stopped at the factory, but whatever the number, it's an awful shame. The fresh cheese curds were delicious. Soft, moist, tasty... it's as close as you can get to the fresh mozzarella di buffola available in the Campagnia region of Italy.

Ty got to do a ten-day swimming course at Veterans Pool. He loves the water, but he's definitely not the most social swimmer. He much prefers hanging on the side of the pool and in the shallow end. He also likes splashing, kicking, and jumping in from the side of the pool.

This week, he's started to mimic some of the things we say. Grandma Heaton taught him "baby," "happy," and "whazzup!" It's so much fun when he says it with his cute little voice. Today in sacrament he even said "Jesus"-so cute!

Tamie's pregnancy is going well, although she's had a very difficult week. This morning, she woke up at three a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep until after about two hours of vomiting and other discomfort. Ryan's always amazed at how well she handles it, despite the miserable sickness. She never complains-only endures it with strength.


Last newsletter, we told you about Ryan's cousin Jeremy being sealed to his family in the temple. Jeremy's sister Suzette and her husband Matt were sealed to each other and to their children yesterday in the Logan temple. The blessings just keep piling up! Congratulations!

Katie and Tucker moved in to their new house! They had us up for dinner last Sunday, and it was so fun to see what they've made of the great new place that's now theirs. They've got a great backyard with a trampoline and good space for playing and gardening. We especially liked how well-lit the place is with windows.

Matt (Ryan's brother on a mission in Taiwan) has been made District Leader and senior companion. His first companion was a difficult experience, because he didn't want to be there and became a hinderment to the work. Sadly, he eventually had to go home. But he's loving his mission and enjoying his current companion, a native.

School's ending this week. It should be a busy week. Ryan's also preparing to take the GRE in September in anticipation for application to graduate school.

Janet (Tamie's mom) and Jenna (Ryan's sister) just got back from a great week at girl's camp. Janet was camp director this year, and from what we hear, her group of monkeys had a great time. The theme was "It's a Jungle out There!" Ask her about the stolen chairs and ransom notes-camp is certainly time to be a kid again.

Spiritual Lessons

by Tamie

You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls I cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake;
You are my piece of foreign sky.

("To My Child," Ann Campbell)

This poem is an expression of the sacrifice it is to be a mother, and it is a sacrifice, HOWEVER, as Tamie taught her Beehives today-sacrifice is giving something up only to gain something much better. How could the pearls and the trips and even the lofty goal of alleviating world poverty ever come close to the blessing of caring for a child? Several recent events have caused me to realize and marvel at how blessed I truly am for being a wife and mother.

I met an old Jerusalem friend the other day who talked about her goals of traveling to other countries, then helping to educate others about those cultures. I admitted that we had a dream to also live abroad doing humanitarian work and missionary work. But with a baby (and another on the way), we recognize what a blessing it is to be close to family. The friend then commented on how sad it was we didn't want to live abroad anymore.

She didn't quite understand, and it's a very difficult concept to explain to someone who hasn't yet had the chance to be a mother. But for example, when we were young, we were often asked what we wanted to be when we grew up. The answers we gave were always things like a fireman, a policeman, a dancer, etc. But as we got older, we begin to realize that those jobs aren't as exciting as we once thought; we just didn't see it until we started doing what we love to do. Likewise, we don't see the glory of being a mother until we've had the chance to dedicate ourselves to the work of a mother.

Within the last few months, I've begun to look at women I've so often admired for their contributions to the world and wonder "don't they have any kids? Don't they want to be with their kids?" The great causes they fight for are important, but how can they compare with the importance of family? The beauty of God's plan is unfolding more to me all the time. No matter how much of a contribution I could make to the world, it pales in comparison to what I can do as a wife and a mother.

In Priesthood session, President Faust recounted the story of the Titanic and how only 1/8 of an iceberg can be seen out of water. He compared sin to the tip of the iceberg-we have no idea how far reaching our sinful choices are. We know this is true with our righteous choices as well. Being married in the temple and choosing to have children is only the tip of the iceberg-every so often we gain a little glimpse at how huge the blessings of an eternal family really are.

It is so important to never minimize the importance of each decision we make; what we watch, what we listen to, what we look at, what we say, what we do, and what we wear are all just tips of the iceberg. One close friend of ours has made the courageous decision to get a divorce because she knew she couldn't make it to the temple and have the blessings she longs for unless she took that step. How many others stay in destructive marriages or relationships giving up great blessings because they can't see what they're giving up? We just attended a Jewish wedding last night. Many beautiful words were spoken, and it was a lot of fun, but it was harder than we anticipated to witness. The groom was a friend from Ryan's ward and made bad decisions that uncovered a huge iceberg of sin (drinking, drugs, immorality, and crime). He has improved his life, but has given up the blessings of mission and temple marriage. We have hope for the future-if he only knew what he and his new wife could have.

Let Faith and Obedience endure because the icebergs will slowly unveil themselves just as they have with the decision to be wife, husband, mother and father.


Ryan, Tamie, and Tyran

Comments (1)

You don't know me, but I came across your blog when I was searching for the poem "To my Child" by Anne Campbell. I have noticed that you are LDS from the jargon of your posts. I am too. I was reading a talk by President Hinckley when he quoted this poem. I wanted to learn more about it and here I am. The talk the poem was quoted from is called, "Women of the Church." Conference report Oct. 1996. It's a good one and I would recommend it. Your blog is very sweet.

Posted March 18, 2008 at 9:41 AM by Blogger Sarah Cheney