Dear Kids,
I need to tell you about an experience I had the other day while I was praying.
It had been a long day. We've only been at Mimi and Papa's for a few days and there is SO MUCH TO DO. They are both in a deep depression because of losing Shayla, I don't think they've realized how depressed they really have been. I have been deep cleaning the house, it was just really dirty and out of control. Mimi doesn't have the stamina or health to do it on her own and there was a lot that has gotten behind. Papa is so busy with work and with being Bishop that he's only been able to stand doing the bare minimum. I know part of the reason why we are doing this part of the adventure is because my parents have needed more help than any of us really knew. They need the support, the physical change of cleanliness around them, the energy of the kids, just all of it. So.... as soon as we got here I got to work.
This particular night I was just tired. Really bone tired. I had been working for a few days straight and I hadn't been sleeping very well. I needed a good rest.
I knelt down to pray and I just cried. I cried about Shayla dying. I miss her. I cried about regrets I have, that she already has forgiven me for. She told me not to regret anything, that she didn't feel like I had anything to apologize for before she died. But I still look back and just remember everything she was going through and what else I could have done. I cried about that. I cried about mom being an invalid. I cried that my kids, all of you, will never know my mom like I knew her. Everything I am is because of her. I cried about dad being so sad and losing part of himself when Shayla died. I cried about my family in general. I cried about not being able to talk to my mom about her health openly, I cried about all the walls she has up that I will never be able to get past emotionally.I just cried a lot.
When I tucked Talia in this particular night before praying she was so sad that we weren't with her friends anymore and was just asking why we had to do this. I told her that part of the reason God sent us on this journey was so I could help my mom. And I explained to her that my mom did everything for me... she birthed me, changed my diapers, raised me, taught me about God, helped me grow and learn, she did everything. Now it is my time to give back to her a little bit and it is our time together to serve her and Papa in a way they can't do for themselves... just like when I was a baby and I couldn't do things on my own... I need to help them now and honor them this way.
Anyway, back to the prayer... after talking to God a bit He helped me circle around and realize that I had the capacity to serve my mom like this because I saw her do it when her mom was sick. I don't have a lot of memories of when Grandma Connell was so ill, but I do know that mom took care of her the majority of the time together with her dad. I was about 12-15 years old the majority of the time, almost Talia's age. The spirit told me that I had the capacity I do to serve her this way because she planted that seed in my heart. She is the one who showed me how to do it. How to be strong when your parent isn't. Mom showed me that because of what she went through with her own mother. She showed me how to care and take care of things when it's really hard. I have the capacity for strength because of watching my mom do exactly what I'm doing now.
And then I cried some more.
Oh how life's circles go around and around. I just hope and pray that I'm planting seeds in your hearts to remember for the rest of your lives. Maybe you will have to take care of me this way... but I hope that what you will have to complain about is that I'm always on missions and not around as much as you want me to be.
We'll see what God has in mind. He knew this was going to happen with my parents and with Shayla... so I'm getting my lessons. It's like Krista always says, "Well, Heavenly Father knew this was going to happen, so I suggest you get your lessons."
I love you,
Your Mom