When we built our new home, my sweetheart built me a beautiful sewing room. It's a big room, 21' x 16', it has 2 skylights, lots of shelving on the one side, with high ceilings and a high narrow shelf on 2 walls so I can display my treasurers. He also built me a long counter along the back wall so I would have a place to do special projects. I have a "L" shape desk that my sewing and serger machines sit on.
Now the problem has been that this room was not only filled with bins with yardage and crafts supplies on the shelves, but it also had boxes and boxes of "Stuff" all piled on the floor and all around.
This room also has my computer station in it, so to me it is MY ROOM...... it should be my sanctuary, but instead it's was FRUSTRATION.
I would go into my room to work on my computer, or do some mending, or even do some sewing, but it wasn't pleasant because of this mess. I would look around and just wonder to myself "What am I going to do?" and then I would just walk out and shut the door!
The first of June my sweet daughter Ann came for a visit, she was going to be here for a week. She was excited, she loves to organize and file things, and then she said, "Mama, lets work on your sewing room, I'll help you." I asked her if she really wanted to do that and her answered was "YES" it would be fun. "FUN" I thought, all I could think of, was how would we make any sense of this mess??
So we started.... The first thing we did was get some fresh boxes and then we started sorting, going though things, putting like things together, getting rid of stuff and etc. In the evening we sat in the sun room and she filed papers and sorted more stuff, while I shredded papers and made decisions of where something needed to go.
When the week was over we had made some progress, but there was still so much more that needed to be done, but it was time for her to leave and go back to her home and her family. Oh, how I wished she could have stayed for another week but I was so grateful to her for getting me started.
For the next few weeks I kept on working, and little by little things began to take shape.
Last Sunday at Relief Society, the sister that was giving the lesson asked if anyone had any good news they would like to share. I almost raised my hand... I wanted to SHOUT "My Sewing Room Is Clean" I can see my floor, my counters are clear, my shelves are organize, my computer station is neat and tidy, my sewing machines are free of clutter.
My Sweetheart came into my room the other day and told me that my floor looked like a dance floor, he then took me into his arms and twirl me around my room. He then said the room looked mighty nice.
I have a comfortable upholster rocking chair in this room. This chair was my Mama's. It was in her bedroom and I remember her sitting and relaxing in this ole chair. When you sit and rock in it, it makes a clicking noise, I like to think it is singing to you. I enjoy just going into my room now and sitting in this chair, rocking back and forth. It brings me peace. My mother's picture is on top of one of my bookcases, as I sit in her chair and look at her picture, I say, "How do you like my sewing room now Mama? It's pretty comfortable, isn't it?"
Over the door I have a sign that reads, "Surround yourself with the things you love." I do love my sewing room and I love my husband for loving me so much that he wanted me to have this beautiful room. It's clean, it's organize and it is my sanctuary.
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Monday, July 16, 2012
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Happy Birthday My Sweet Annie
Today is my sweet Ann's birthday.
As I think about the night she was born I was not only anxious to have my baby, but it was important to have my baby born on the date June 11th.
In those days you did not have ultra sounds that would tell you the sex of your baby, you would find out what your baby was when he or she was born and the doctor would say, you have a girl or you have a boy..... In your heart you sometimes hope for either a daughter or a son, and that is so, but mostly you would just pray that everything would be perfect and whatever you were blessed with, you would be happy and your heart would be filled with joy.
But this time I had been praying that it would be a sweet daughter and her name would be Ann Marie.
Now I had a Nannie that I loved very much. She was very important to me in my life and I always felt very close to her.
I was her first Grandchild and I was given her middle name Elizabeth, as my first name. Her birthday was June 11, so I wanted my baby to be born on this date and if I had a daughter I was going to give her the middle name of Marie, which is my Nannie's first name...
My due date was around the first of June, but my babies always seemed to like taking a few extra days before they were ready to be born. As the days went on and when I had my next appointment with my doctor I told him about my desire for this baby to be born on this special date.
He said that I was ready and if I wanted him too, he would make arrangements at the hospital and the journey would begin.
That evening I check in at St. John's hospital and the process began.. I must admit that I was anxious and the time just kept on clicking and midnight was approaching and a new day was arriving and I was getting more and more anxious with no results....
Time went on and it was soon after midnight and it seemed like all my hopes and dreams for this special birth on this special day was long lost.. I guess I finally gave up and relaxed and soon I gave birth.
Such joy I felt when my doctor said: "You have a beautiful baby daughter" yes, I had my daughter and I would name her Ann Marie, and I would call her "my little Ann" or sometimes "Annie", but it was after midnight!!! and a new day...
The next day when the doctor came in to see me and see how I was doing, he told me that he knew how important it was for me, to have my daughter born on the 11th, and as she had been born a few minutes before 1 am, he signed the birth certificate as being born a few minutes before midnight on Pacific time, not daylight savings time. By doing this she had been born on June 11th.. My joy was now complete.
A few days after I arrived home with my new baby, I received a phone call from the state register office, saying that they wouldn't accept Ann's birth date as the 11th, and that she was changing it to the 12th. I was very upset, and I stated the doctor signed it as Pacific time and that was when she was born, and it was left at that.
Years later when Ann was getting married and needed her birth certificate, I discovered the lady at the office had changed the date. I had to take action. I wrote a letter requesting the birth date to be changed to the date I knew her to be born, and with my mother we went down to the office of vital records in Los Angeles, California and had the record changed to the correct birth date of the 11th.
My sweet Ann was officially born on June 11th, on her Great Grandmother's birthday, and she has her middle name of Marie as a special gift of love for my Nannie..
Ann has always been a joy and a blessing to us, she has always brought us much happiness.
She has many gifts, she has a way of making people happy, she's a positive person and shes fun to be with, she makes everyone feel good. She's a special daughter, a wonderful wife, a loving mother, and now a caring grandmother.
Happy Birthday my Sweet Ann, I love you very much.. Your a wonderful daughter and I'm glad your mine...... Love, Mama
As I think about the night she was born I was not only anxious to have my baby, but it was important to have my baby born on the date June 11th.
In those days you did not have ultra sounds that would tell you the sex of your baby, you would find out what your baby was when he or she was born and the doctor would say, you have a girl or you have a boy..... In your heart you sometimes hope for either a daughter or a son, and that is so, but mostly you would just pray that everything would be perfect and whatever you were blessed with, you would be happy and your heart would be filled with joy.
But this time I had been praying that it would be a sweet daughter and her name would be Ann Marie.
Now I had a Nannie that I loved very much. She was very important to me in my life and I always felt very close to her.
I was her first Grandchild and I was given her middle name Elizabeth, as my first name. Her birthday was June 11, so I wanted my baby to be born on this date and if I had a daughter I was going to give her the middle name of Marie, which is my Nannie's first name...
My due date was around the first of June, but my babies always seemed to like taking a few extra days before they were ready to be born. As the days went on and when I had my next appointment with my doctor I told him about my desire for this baby to be born on this special date.
He said that I was ready and if I wanted him too, he would make arrangements at the hospital and the journey would begin.
That evening I check in at St. John's hospital and the process began.. I must admit that I was anxious and the time just kept on clicking and midnight was approaching and a new day was arriving and I was getting more and more anxious with no results....
Time went on and it was soon after midnight and it seemed like all my hopes and dreams for this special birth on this special day was long lost.. I guess I finally gave up and relaxed and soon I gave birth.
Such joy I felt when my doctor said: "You have a beautiful baby daughter" yes, I had my daughter and I would name her Ann Marie, and I would call her "my little Ann" or sometimes "Annie", but it was after midnight!!! and a new day...
The next day when the doctor came in to see me and see how I was doing, he told me that he knew how important it was for me, to have my daughter born on the 11th, and as she had been born a few minutes before 1 am, he signed the birth certificate as being born a few minutes before midnight on Pacific time, not daylight savings time. By doing this she had been born on June 11th.. My joy was now complete.
A few days after I arrived home with my new baby, I received a phone call from the state register office, saying that they wouldn't accept Ann's birth date as the 11th, and that she was changing it to the 12th. I was very upset, and I stated the doctor signed it as Pacific time and that was when she was born, and it was left at that.
Years later when Ann was getting married and needed her birth certificate, I discovered the lady at the office had changed the date. I had to take action. I wrote a letter requesting the birth date to be changed to the date I knew her to be born, and with my mother we went down to the office of vital records in Los Angeles, California and had the record changed to the correct birth date of the 11th.
My sweet Ann was officially born on June 11th, on her Great Grandmother's birthday, and she has her middle name of Marie as a special gift of love for my Nannie..
Ann has always been a joy and a blessing to us, she has always brought us much happiness.
She has many gifts, she has a way of making people happy, she's a positive person and shes fun to be with, she makes everyone feel good. She's a special daughter, a wonderful wife, a loving mother, and now a caring grandmother.
Happy Birthday my Sweet Ann, I love you very much.. Your a wonderful daughter and I'm glad your mine...... Love, Mama
Saturday, February 19, 2011
A Week With My Daughter Ann
My Sweetheart and I just arrived home from a week with our daughter Ann.
Ann is a school teacher, she teaches special students that are visual impaired. She's a good teacher and loves her work. I enjoy hearing about her different students and how they are doing. This year she started a new job in a new school district. She's teaching high school students, before she has had all ages, kindergartner to high school. She loves the little ones and enjoys helping in their foundation, but now she is working with young adults with their preparation for the world beyond school.....
We usually go for a visit with Ann during her spring break, but this year she need us early. They sold their large home and needed to move and as both her and her husband work long hours and with no time off she needed help in moving.
About four years ago, I was a caregiver to my mother. Because of the situation with my mother, my husband and I decided to sell our home and move in with mother. We felt it would be easier for all to live with mother and after the time that was needed there, we would build our new home, move and then sell mama's home.
When our home sold and we needed to move, it was very stressful for me. I did the best I could with the packing but I wasn't home that much, I needed help and my sweet and wonderful daughters knew it and came without me asking. They decided between themselves to do this and they tell me still today how much fun they had being together and how they talked, laughed and shared. It makes this Mothers heart feel good knowing that sisters not only love each other, but enjoy being with each other... and too, that they love me..
My oldest daughter Marta was here for 2 weeks and Ann came for 1. These sister's worked together side by side to finish packing their Mother's home. What a blessing they were to me.. they have always been a blessing, but during this most stressful time in my life, they truly were a gift.. I don't know what I would have done without them. When I think of that time and my girls dropping everything, traveling long distance, from different states to help their Mama, my heart skips a beat, my eyes swell up with tears and I get all choked up. How grateful I am for wonderful and special daughters, I hope they know how much their Mama loves them and what a great help they were to me, I could never have made it thought that period of my life if it hadn't been for them.,
Because of the stress that I went though at that time, I knew that my sweet Ann needed help and so we packed our bags and off to Arizona we went...
During the day while Ann and her husband were at work, my sweetheart and I packed her house, and that Saturday with help from ward members and others, we were able to move boxes and belongings to their new abode.
I was able to see and visit with grandchildren and great grandchildren too. The little ones sang songs to me, gave me hugs and kisses and was a joy. Tawni and her family traveled an hour and half just for a short visit with us and Dana and her boys brought us dinner along with their visit... It was good to see them and to tell them that this grandma, loves each of them very much.. I appreciated knowing that they wanted to see and visit with me.
I wished I could have stayed longer, but we needed to return home. I enjoyed the time I was with my sweet Ann and the visit we had. Working together is sharing time and bonding time....and a time that a mother likes to have more of.
Valentines day was the Monday before we left and we had a nice dinner with pie. She gave us a valentine that she had a student braille Mom and Dad on... and Kim her husband gave each of us a bouquet of flowers. We were very tired but it was a nice way to bring to close a week of moving..... I only hope now Ann can find the things she needs in the boxes her mother packed.. Good Luck !!!
Ann is a school teacher, she teaches special students that are visual impaired. She's a good teacher and loves her work. I enjoy hearing about her different students and how they are doing. This year she started a new job in a new school district. She's teaching high school students, before she has had all ages, kindergartner to high school. She loves the little ones and enjoys helping in their foundation, but now she is working with young adults with their preparation for the world beyond school.....
We usually go for a visit with Ann during her spring break, but this year she need us early. They sold their large home and needed to move and as both her and her husband work long hours and with no time off she needed help in moving.
About four years ago, I was a caregiver to my mother. Because of the situation with my mother, my husband and I decided to sell our home and move in with mother. We felt it would be easier for all to live with mother and after the time that was needed there, we would build our new home, move and then sell mama's home.
When our home sold and we needed to move, it was very stressful for me. I did the best I could with the packing but I wasn't home that much, I needed help and my sweet and wonderful daughters knew it and came without me asking. They decided between themselves to do this and they tell me still today how much fun they had being together and how they talked, laughed and shared. It makes this Mothers heart feel good knowing that sisters not only love each other, but enjoy being with each other... and too, that they love me..
My oldest daughter Marta was here for 2 weeks and Ann came for 1. These sister's worked together side by side to finish packing their Mother's home. What a blessing they were to me.. they have always been a blessing, but during this most stressful time in my life, they truly were a gift.. I don't know what I would have done without them. When I think of that time and my girls dropping everything, traveling long distance, from different states to help their Mama, my heart skips a beat, my eyes swell up with tears and I get all choked up. How grateful I am for wonderful and special daughters, I hope they know how much their Mama loves them and what a great help they were to me, I could never have made it thought that period of my life if it hadn't been for them.,
Because of the stress that I went though at that time, I knew that my sweet Ann needed help and so we packed our bags and off to Arizona we went...
During the day while Ann and her husband were at work, my sweetheart and I packed her house, and that Saturday with help from ward members and others, we were able to move boxes and belongings to their new abode.
I was able to see and visit with grandchildren and great grandchildren too. The little ones sang songs to me, gave me hugs and kisses and was a joy. Tawni and her family traveled an hour and half just for a short visit with us and Dana and her boys brought us dinner along with their visit... It was good to see them and to tell them that this grandma, loves each of them very much.. I appreciated knowing that they wanted to see and visit with me.
I wished I could have stayed longer, but we needed to return home. I enjoyed the time I was with my sweet Ann and the visit we had. Working together is sharing time and bonding time....and a time that a mother likes to have more of.
Valentines day was the Monday before we left and we had a nice dinner with pie. She gave us a valentine that she had a student braille Mom and Dad on... and Kim her husband gave each of us a bouquet of flowers. We were very tired but it was a nice way to bring to close a week of moving..... I only hope now Ann can find the things she needs in the boxes her mother packed.. Good Luck !!!
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