Yesterday I was reflecting with my sister and we had the most wonderful conversation about the concepts concerning mourning, compassion, and curiosity. Sometimes I think we confuse our need to help and be compassionate, selfishly with curiosity. We look at someone else's trial and feel the need to help. Sometimes we selfishly feel like we need to know details of someone else's crisis or trial in order to help. We need to tell our neighbors about someone else's crisis or trial to make OURselves feel better. 2012 gave me the opportunity to see how we mourn with those that mourn. We extend just enough mercy that our curiosity is curtailed.
I watched a clip of Robbie Parker's press conference. At the end of his sobering offering to the media, he was asked what his last minutes were like with his sweet angel. I saw his heart pierced with pain from the inappropriateness of that very personal question and in seconds this overflowing mercy he extended to the reporter. He shared what those last moments of earth life were like for him and Emilie. 2012 taught me that asking any kind of a question in crisis to this dad is inappropriate and not compassionate. Compassion would never have asked questions. Compassion would have been a listening ear. Compassion would have been letting him keep those last moments sacred and for himself. This man knows what mercy is. I have come to gain a better understanding of what quality people I have been blessed to mourn with and be loyal to. It has taught me the error of my selfish curious ways with a determination that I won't forget what 2012 brought into our lives. I am determined to explore and extend mercy more fully in my life.
For the lighter offering of this Holiday Theme, I will update you on this family of mine. That good red head got himself some hobbies this year. It was about time. Hobbies should never include writing prescriptions and giving neuro exams.
I talked him into this Jeep he had been eyeing and now he fancies himself on finding "parts" for this jeep of his. I never ever knew that a car could be a hobby. Turns out that jeeps are a lifestyle. We enjoyed many summer nights with ice cream cones dripping down our faces and the wind blowing in our hair at sunset. I will emit the gory details about how he got a bad deal on one of those Jeep parts and how the fabric top kept hitting back seaters in the head. He has also got himself a bow - think Robin Hood. Arrows and practice are required for this deal and he has yet to come up with the purpose of it all other than a hobby.
I confess that he gets better with time and am so glad he is mine. He has played the part of super hero this year filling in the major gaps our year has left us. I can't possibly imagine how another Christmas can come and how I can enjoy it any more with him and then life always surprises me and every year it is possible.
Easton - 9 the end of this month. He will always continue to amaze me with his old soul. He is starting to act more the part of a brother this year by the occasional poke, tease, and torture. It makes me happy as he was far too behaved for his own good. He has held his sports torch high by racing to read the sports section of the newspaper every single morning and memorizing every stat over cereal. He has been playing more sports and talking less, which is a good thing for the sanity of those who live with him. He has loved finally being in the third grade and having permission to spout those times tables he memorized in kindergarten. At the beginning of the year, he started to read the Book of Mormon in his free time at school and was to 3 Nephi by March. We were shocked and amazed and inspired to do better at scripture reading. Our Bishop challenged us to read the Book of Mormon this year and boy howdy, he got on that one all on his own. His proudest accomplishment is that of the mullet he sports. I tried to hide it in these pictures but his grandpa McKay teases mercilessly that he is going to get his Young Women's medallion if he doesn't cut it. He did recently take 3 inches off the mullet and boy is he proud that his is still longer than any of the teachers and priests in the ward.
I love this family of mine and feel really blessed to be sharing Christmas with them. They make me a better person everyday. They are what life is about. I love being around them and feel like we have reached such a high point in family life. Young enough to still love us yet old enough to clean toilets - Hoorah!!