Sunday, August 29, 2010

Restoring Honor Rally

Attending the Return to Honor Rally in Washington, D.C. yesterday will go down in my journal as one of those life experiences that leaves a lasting imprint on my soul, strengthening my convictions and inspiring me to do better and be better.

The event was promoted as a non-partisan, non-political event and it was just that. It was a time of celebrating America’s heroes, heritage and future. The event opened and closed with prayer and featured speakers, three merit award winners and music.

There’s so much to share about the event so I’m going to divide this post into sections to make it more readable. Thanks for indulging me. I usually like to keep my posts on the shorter side, but this one is definitely not short!

The People Attending

Have you ever felt at home in a large public gathering? I hadn’t… until yesterday. The people attending the Rally were the kind of people you’d want for your neighbors – pleasant, polite, helpful and God-fearing. They included a diverse range of ages, races and religions. I saw families with young children, teenagers, college students, veterans, grandparents, great grandparents, immigrants and single individuals who traveled solo to stand up for the values and principles the country was founded on.

As an example of the type of people who attended, consider that my mom, sister and I were stuffed in the Foggy Bottom metro station like sardines with hundreds of others trying to exit for nearly an hour. The station was hot with no moving air, literally taking passengers an hour to get from the train platform to outside of the station.

In situations like this, one would expect to hear foul language and complaining and to see some passengers cutting off others in an effort to get themselves out as quickly as possible. Instead, people were pleasant and polite, getting to know the people they were standing shoulder to shoulder with. One woman we met was an immigrant from Yugoslavia who came to the US in the 1960s and said she hardly recognizes the country she immigrated to decades ago.

Every several minutes, word would come forward from farther back in the station that a passenger was trying to get to work and was late due to the crowds. Somehow, when it didn’t seem like there was any more room to move, a small divide would and open and the person trying to get to work would be able to pass to the front to exit next.

My cousins, who traveled through the same stop earlier that morning, reported that the passengers spontaneously erupted in singing the Star Spangled Banner as they worked toward the exit. These are the kind of people who attended the Rally and the type of people I’d want my kids to be around if they were stuck in a station.

As another example of the type of people who attended, one need not look further than to the ground where hundreds of thousands of people sat and stood for hours on end. After the event, the grass was virtually spotless, free of trash and empty water bottles. I’ve never seen so many people pick up after themselves after an event.

The Message

Most Americans agree that our country is in trouble, times are tough and the path forward is uncertain. The debate in our country is really about what to do about it. For those attending the rally, they heard that the answer is to restore honor, and that by restoring honor, our country will also be restored. The answer lies in the individual – in individuals restoring honor in their own lives by turning toward God.

As individuals seek after faith, hope and charity, our country can undergo a fundamental transformation for good.

  • Faith – Exercise faith in God. Know who you are and why you are here. Let your children see you pray.
  • Hope – Hope comes from truth and truth will set us free. Be honest with your self and remove the lies from your life.
  • Charity – Charity begins at home. Spend more time with your children, charity starts there.

I thought I was at a worship service more than once during the event because there were so many references to God and to turning toward Him, our Creator.

The highlight for me was listening to the inspirational words of Dr. Alveda King, niece of Dr. Martin Luther King. The audience was captivated by her words. Despite the numberless crowds, it was silent while she spoke. It was so quiet, in fact, that we could actually hear babies crying and phones ringing.

She spoke of her Uncle Martin's dream and reminded us that "we all are members of ONE race -- the human race" and that others should "be judged by the content of their character and not by the color of their skin." She said if MLK could speak to us today he would remind us that "we are called to honor God and love each other."

These are the same messages that have been delivered since the beginning of time -- Turn toward God, show your love for Him by serving His children and you will prosper.

The Numbers

The question of exactly how many people showed up to the memorial on Saturday is what everyone would like to know. We saw balloons armed with cameras floating over the mall, taking photos so that the exact number can be calculated. Most media outlets seem to be totally low-balling the estimates.

I am no mathematician, but I can tell you that I saw with my own eyes the Lincoln Memorial, both sides of the reflecting pool down to the Washington Memorial AND beyond completely dotted with people. I’d estimate about 500,000 people in attendance. It was wall-to-wall people almost everywhere.

The Take-Aways

My post-event self is more resolved, more clear, more introspective and more determined to do good. The big take-away for me is that the messages and the feelings of the rally can’t just go down on paper as a great historic event. The messages and feelings must be translated into long-term, consistent actions -- a part of everyday life.

And so, I’m going to spend the next several weeks coming up with my own personal plan for faith, hope and charity. I invite any of my friends and family who are interested, to do the same. In fact, having written down my desire to come up with a plan will help keep me honest when the days get busy and I feel too tired to do “one more thing.”

History will look back in 25 years and acknowledge that Saturday, August 28th, 2010 was a pivot point for the people of America, the turning point where honor began to be restored.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

A Letter to My Sons

Dear Calahan & Crewe,

Tomorrow I leave for Washington, D.C., the capital city of the great country we are blessed to be citizens of. On Saturday I will join Grammy, Aunt Anner, the Holmes' girls and thousands of other patriots in celebrating America at the Lincoln Memorial by honoring our heroes, heritage and future.

Even though you are very young, you probably sense the great love that I have for our country. You see the American flags proudly displayed in our home. You hear me talk about some of my American heroes. You see me get teary when I hear the Star Spangled Banner.

This country that I love so dearly is in trouble. We are on the verge of losing our republic and way of life. Many have forgotten the hand of God in our affairs; many have disregarded the core principles that our republic was built up on; many have become so comfortable in their situations that they don't take the time to be informed and exercise their right to vote.

Boys, I'm going to Washington for you. I'm going to add my voice to thousands of others in calling for a return to honor -- a return to the values and principles that our country was founded on -- so that you can enjoy the same freedoms and liberties that our constitution speaks of. If we do not correct our course soon, the America you will come to know will be vastly different than the America that so many inspired men and women gave their lives, fortunes and sacred honor to establish.

When you are little older, Dad and I will take you to the Lincoln Memorial and show you where I represented our family and took a stand, calling for a return to honor, a return to faith, hope and charity.

You two are among America's future. And when I look into your eyes, I know that future is bright. May you always recognize the hand of God in your lives and treasure the gift it is to live in this remarkable country.

Be good for Dad while I'm gone and remember that I love you always.

Love,
Mom

Friday, August 20, 2010

Cal's First Day at Preschool

Calaman excitedly walked into Miss Kristin's HUGS preschool on Tuesday morning, his first day of school. After hanging his backpack on the hook he quickly took off to be with the other boys. I heard a "bye mommy" and got his signature hand wave... and that was it. He has come home a happy boy each day. I guess going to school will be a bigger adjustment for me than for him!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Cruisin' Crewe



Crewe has been cruising around the furniture for sometime, but has not been interested -- at all -- in giving up the security of having something to lean on. His physical therapist showed up a few weeks ago with this rear facing walker and he's loving it. He's becoming a bit of a speed demon in it. Hopefully he'll be walking independently very soon. We are thrilled to finally see him moving on his feet!

Friday, August 6, 2010

Thumbs Up, Thumbs Down

From the random category, today's thumbs up, thumbs down post:
  • Crocs. Until recently, these plastic shoes got a major thumbs down in my book. When I came across this crocodile printed pair, we decided to give crocs a chance. They now get a big thumbs up from me. Cal can get these on and off himself, they don't make his feet stink and you just rinse them off when they get dirty.
  • Lowe's Build & Grow Activities. These get two thumbs up. You can't beat this perfect father/son bonding time on Saturday mornings at your local Lowe's store. The projects are fun and free!
  • Car troubles. My car started riding really rough during our June road trip and despite several visits to the dealer, they couldn't "find" the problem. Turns out it needed a new transmission (major thumbs down). Fortunately, we had purchased the extended warranty and it covered most of the cost (thumbs up).
  • Danielle. Crewe's nurse who we adopted as part of our family is no longer with us (thumbs down). Danielle is sharing her talents with newborns at a local hospital (thumbs up).
  • Overcast Mornings. These rare mornings are definitely thumbs up. The boys can play before it gets into the triple digits. This often means they end up playing in their jammies, but we'll take these mornings any day!
  • Preschool. My baby Cal starts preschool in a couple of weeks. He will love the social interaction and challenge (thumbs up). I'll miss my little buddy (thumbs down).

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

A Marbelous Experiment

The marbelous experiment all started a few weeks ago when I was fed up with giving Cal candy for each successful bathroom attempt. Cal was high on dum dum lollipops; and, yet I was the one that felt like a dum dum. Cal's behavior was entirely motivated by whether or not he felt the reward was worth it at a particular moment. Even when I stepped up his challenge to go 2 -3 three times before getting a treat, it wasn't always worth it to him to make it to the bathroom. His lack of consistent motivation was driving me crazy.

About this same time I had been thinking about how to teach our kids about the value of work and the personal satisfaction that comes from really earning a reward. So, I decided to ditch the sugar for a marble jar, with the hope of consistently motivating good habits and instilling a basic connection in Cal's mind between work and reward.

Cal and I went to the craft store and got supplies to create his very own marble jar. We agreed that Cal would be able to earn marbles for doing a variety of things -- from going potty and dressing himself to helping mom and reading to Crewe. And when his jar was full, he would be able to get the reward of his choice, a trip to the McCormick Stillman Railroad Park in Scottsdale. We made this little poster to highlight our marble deal:
It took a few days for the concept to kick-in, but when it did it was powerful. I've never seen someone so excited to earn a marble. He showed off his little poster to everyone who came over. He would regularly proclaim to complete strangers in places like the grocery store or the library "hey, I just got a marble in my jar." And at home he seemed to work "when I get lots of marbles in my jar, I get to go to the train park" into any conversation.

The marbelous expriement has been, well, marvelous! Cal is officially potty-trained now and on Monday, he earned enough marbles to go the train park. I've also noticed that he is nicer to Crewe and generally more happy. I wonder if it's that personal satisfaction thing.

We celebrated Cal's accomplishment by going to the train park for Family Night this week. Cal was intent on watching the wheels go along the track.


We just made a new poster to go along with round two of the marble jar. I hope it's just as marbelous.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Wedding Season: Spencer & Sydney Edition

My precious Grandpa Dee passed away 2 years ago and our family is convinced that one of his roles in heaven is to be a match maker. Six--yes, six-- of his grandchildren have or will be married within a six month period!

My cousin Spencer married darling Sydney on Thursday in Wedding #2 of the season. They had a beautiful ceremony in the Salt Lake Temple. Here are a few shots I managed to get at the temple and at the dinner the night before.

Everything was so beautiful at the dinner. I love eating outside.
My youngest brother, Brian, with his fiance Shawna. They will be wedding #4.
My sweet niece Katie Jane Camille Klepko with cousin Laura.

We're headed back to Utah for weddings 4 and 5 next month. I like this Wedding Season thing.