Sunday, November 20, 2011

Esperando la Primavera

El 9 de noviembre fue el cumpleaños número 44 de mi prima Carmen. Ese día la encontró en la cama de un hospital defendiéndose de la muerte con uñas y dientes.
Nunca nadie se lo había imaginado posible, pero ahí estaba ella, con un solo deseo: vivir y poder volver a su casa, a sus hijos y su esposo. Y ahí estaba yo, a miles de kilómetros de distancia, deseando poder estar con ella.

Son en momentos como éstos cuando te invaden recuerdos tan viejos que ya se te había olvidado que existían. Sentimientos de pertenencia y cariño que la distancia y el tiempo habían desteñido.

Carmen era la estudiosa. Crecimos en ciudades lejanas (ella en Iquique), pero vino a Santiago a estudiar Derecho. Vivió con nosotros ese primer año. Fue mi compañera de pieza. Lo más cercano que tuve a una hermana grande.

Recuerdo haberla ayudado a estudiar. Siempre se quedaba estudiando hasta tarde. Una vez, años después de haberse recibido de abogado, me dijo que siempre se sentía mal por tener la luz prendida mientras yo dormía. No recuerdo que me haya molestado.

Su mamá, la tía Delia, de vez en cuando le mandaba tremendas encomiendas con cosas de la zofri. Me encantaba verla abrirlas. Ella había crecido en el desierto, y ahora vivía en un lugar mas frío y donde el clima se atrevía a hacer lluvia. Pasaba con frío. Tenía sábanas de franela (de la zofri por supuesto). Yo nunca había ni siquiera visto sábanas de franela; me parecían sofocantes. A ella le encantaban.

Se casó con un buen hombre de la marina, así que le toco cambiarse mucho de casa. Hasta vivieron en Punta Arenas. Me imagino que necesitó de mucho mas que sábanas de franela para pasar ese frío.

Fue profesora en una universidad, pero pronto dejó su carrera de derecho para dedicarse a criar a sus hijitos, decisión poco común en Chile. ¿Será que sentía que su tiempo con ellos sería limitado?

Con todas sus mudanzas y conmigo fuera del país, perdimos contacto. Una nota al márgen: perder contacto con un ser querido parece ser algo fácil de permitir que ocurra, pero es algo que siempre me ha pasado la cuenta. Algo en qué pensar.

Ella ya se fué. Viví cada segundo de esos últimos días pensando en ella. Mis pensamientos y mi corazón estaban en esa sala de hospital. Sentía su angustia que me perforaba el alma. Pero hay algo que ofrece esperanza:

Alma 40:11-12
11...he aquí, un ángel me ha hecho saber que los espíritus de todos los hombres, en cuanto se separan de este cuerpo mortal, si, los espíritus de todos los hombres, sean buenos o malos, son llevados de regreso a ese Dios que les dió la vida.
12 Y sucederá que los espíritus de los que son justos serán recibidos en un estado de felicidad que se llama paraíso: un estado de paz, donde descansarán de todas sus aflicciones, y de todo cuidado y pena.

Carmen no quería irse. Yo no quería que se fuera, pero Dios tiene planes que no siempre podemos entender . He aprendido que nuestras vidas están en sus manos, y lo antes que uno lo comprenda, mejor.
Dios nos provee de todo lo necesario para sobrellevar nuestros desafíos, ganar la vida eterna y poder estar con nuestras familias nuevamente. Gracias a su hijo Jesucristo podremos vivir de nuevo en felicidad.

Mosíah 16:8
Mas hay una resurrección; por tanto, no hay victoria para el sepulcro, y el aguijón de la muerte es consumido en Cristo.

Moroni 7:41
¿Y qué es lo que habéis de esperar? He aquí, os digo que debéis tener esperanza, por medio de la expiación de Cristo y el poder de su resurrección, en que seréis resucitados a vida eterna, y esto por causa de vuestra fé en él, de acuerdo con la promesa.

El evangelio de Jesucristo le da esperanza y paz a mi corazón. Espero que haga lo mismo por tí cuando te veas enfrentado con el dolor.

El día del funeral de Carmen planté cientos de bulbos en mi antejardín. Lo hice porque cada primavera deseo haberlo hecho el otoño anterior para poder disfrutar la belleza de las flores.

Resultó ser el tributo perfecto para mi admirable prima. Trabajé mucho todo ese día, y al final no había ninguna evidencia de mi esfuerzo. Como si no hubiera hecho nada.

No puedo ver esos bulbos ahora, estarán descansando todo el invierno y no los voy a a poder ver hasta que llegue la primavera. Pero espera no más y mi jardin va a estar lleno de narcisos, tulipanes, hortencias, y muchas otras flores. Van a ser hermosas.

También lo será Carmen. También lo seremos todos nosotros.

About the Wait for Spring

November 9th was my cousin Carmen's 44th birthday and it found her in a hospital bed, fighting death with teeth and nails.

No one ever thought this possible, and yet there she was with only one desire: to live and go home to her children and husband. And there I was, thousands of miles away, hoping I could be there for her.

It's moments like these when you are invaded by memories so old, you had forgotten they were there. By feelings of love and belonging that time and distance had faded.

Carmen was the studious one. We grew up far away from each other, but she came to Santiago to go to law school. She lived with us that first year. She was my roommate. The closest to a big sister I ever had.

I remember drilling her for tests. I remember her always staying up late studying. One time, years after she had graduated, she told me she always felt bad keeping the light on when I was asleep. I don't remember it bothering me.

Her mom, Aunt Delia, would send her huge packages every now and then and I LOVED watching her open them. She had grown up where it's hot and dry, and now she was living where it was cooler and where the weather actually dared to rain. She was always cold. She had flannel sheets. I had never even seen flannel sheets and they seemed suffocating to me. She loved them.

She married a good guy from the navy, and they moved a lot. They even lived in the southern-most city in the world, next to the penguins and huge icebergs. I bet it took a lot more than flannel sheets to keep her warm.

She taught at a University. But soon she gave up her career so she could raise her children, a decision that goes against the grain in Chile. Did she feel her time with them would be limited?

With all her moving and my leaving the country we lost contact. About that: losing contact with a loved one seems like such an easy thing to let happen, but I have always come to regret it. Food for thought.


Now she is gone. I lived every waking second of her last days thinking of her. My thoughts and heart were there. I felt her anguish and it pierced me to the very soul. But there is one thing that offers hope:

Alma 40:11-12

11 Behold, it has been made known unto me by an angel, that the spirits of all men, as soon as they are departed from this mortal body, yea, the spirits of all men, whether they be good or evil, are taken home to that God who gave them life.

12 And then shall it come to pass, that the spirits of those who are righteous are received into a state of happiness, which is called paradise, a state of rest, a state of peace, where they shall rest from all their troubles and from all care, and sorrow.


She didn't want to go. I didn't want her to go, but God has plans that we cannot always understand. I have learned that our lives are truly in his hands. The sooner we realize it, the better.

God provides us with everything we could possibly need to overcome trials and have eternal life and be together again with our families. Thanks to his son Jesus Christ, we can live again, in happiness.


Mosiah 16:8

But there is a resurrection, therefore the grave hath no victory, and the sting of death is swallowed up in Christ.


Moroni 7:41

And what is it that ye shall hope for? Behold I say unto you that ye shall have hope through the atonement of Christ and the power of his resurrection, to be raised into life eternal, and this because of your faith in him according to the promise.


The gospel of Jesus Christ brings hope and peace to my heart. I hope it does to yours when you are faced with sorrow.


The day of Carmen's funeral I planted hundreds of spring bulbs in my front yard. I did it because every spring I wish I had done it the previous fall to be able to enjoy the beauty of the flowers.


It turned out to be the most perfect tribute for my amazing cousin. I worked so hard all that day, and at the end, you couldn't tell I had done a stitch of work.


I can't see those bulbs now, they will be resting through the winter and I won't be able to see them until spring comes. Just you wait and my yard will be filled with daffodils, tulips, hydrangeas, and so many other flowers. They will be beautiful.


So will Carmen be. So we will all be.






Thursday, September 29, 2011

Wake Up and Say Cheese!

Other than the first day of school, there is no other school morning filled with more motivation to get up early than picture day. Sofia was up and dressed by 6:50am ready for me to do her hair. So with my limited supplies and hair fixing talent, we got both Victoria and Sofia ready and out the door AND on time (because I consider getting to school before the late bell rings, as on time). I have beautiful girls, so really, it doesn't take much.

Today is also Thursday, so I got to go staple homework for Victoria's teacher and take in the refreshing view of all the children around the school, ready to have their faces immortalized. All ready in their own (or their parents') way.

It turns out that just by simple observation you can identify a few categories in what becomes a kaleidoscope of looks.

1. The kids (moms) that picked their outfit the night before, laid it all out with matching accessories and a plan for their hair. Maybe the clothes even got ironed.
This category can be divided into two subcategories:

1.a. The "within reason" category, where the children are prepared and well groomed, but still look like themselves, look within their age group and their clothes still reflects the setting (as in "school").
1.b. The "over the top" category, where the children have had their hair gunked up, twisted, pinned and/or spiked to the death. Some girls wear their fluffy church dresses, maybe even heels (!!!???), and makeup. Oh yeah, by 4th grade makeup is a must, and it becomes thicker as you go up in grades. And what is it with those 6th grade girls who feel like they need to look 18?!!!

2. These kids (moms) forgot about it until the morning of, threw on a clean shirt and did their hair the best they could, brushed their teeth and rubbed off with some spit that pesky milk mustache.

3. Picture day was forgotten altogether.

4. The mom remembered and prepared the child for the picture, but the child might have been better off if she had forgotten about it. Enough said.

This year I consider myself to be a low 1.a. My girls knew what they wanted to wear last night. I would have chosen something else, but I learned a few picture days ago not to pick that battle. One of the shirts had ruffles that had to be ironed but I didn't do it until this morning. The hair was done with just a few spritz of spray gel and hopefully it stayed put until pic time.
There have been times when I have been a 2. And maybe one of my girls, at some point of her short picture day history, has considered me a 4. Oh well.

I hope that the fact that we only purchase a class picture doesn't traumatize the Kenrick girls for life. It seems like kids are supposed to gauge the love of their parents by the amount of school pictures they purchase. Lifetime has told them so. And why is Lifetime the one and only school picture provider? I guess that's a whole other topic.

Anyway, in case I managed to offend someone by some of my categories, here is one of my school pictures. This kind of humiliation should suffice as an apology, right?

I think the day this picture was taken, I was a category 3. Can you tell?
What memories do you have of school picture day?


*disclaimer: my categories list has nothing to do with how expensive or cheap or trendy the clothes are or look. I couldn't care less about that. In fact, both Sofia and Victoria were wearing items from the thrift store.




Wednesday, June 1, 2011

A Penny For My Thoughts?


Image: posterize / FreeDigitalPhotos.net


Couponing is all the rage these days. I tried it myself only to find out that I do not have the patience or the brains to keep it all straight AND stay sane at the same time. Keeping track of children at the store is challenging enough.

I used to feel guilty about this. Yep, because I needed one more thing to feel guilty about. I felt that since we are not rolling in cash, it was my responsibility to do everything in my power to make the best use of that hard-earned money (yes, hubs has a job again). But with time, I realized that it is up to me to decide how I would do that. Coupons are not the thing for me. Not now.

I decided that it is worth our money to have the simplicity and convenience of couponless shopping. So while I still use coupons for diapers, restaurants and some entertainment, I have given myself freedom to not chase after sales or buy diapers in one store, shampoo in another, and bread somewhere else. Ad matching you say? uuuh, thanks but no thanks. The freedom to cruise through checkout without juggling melting toddlers and a stack of coupons is priceless to me. I choose to pay for that convenience, thank you very much.
And so I am free, until I innocently stand in the checkout line behind someone who is concealing a 3-inch-high stack of coupons. Then it is all over. Convenience all gone. Of course I don't find out about it until all my stuff is on the conveyor belt.

Just a couple of weeks ago I went to the store (yes, it was Walmart) with the 5 and 2 year olds in tow. They were doing great and I was keeping the trip short so we could all make it back to the car still happy. Checkout time. Only one person ahead of me, already checking out so I started loading my things onto the conveyor belt. Swift is what I like. Then I noticed that the lady ahead of me is getting a lot of the same things. Cat food to feed an army (of cats), cream cheese to last a lifetime, and some other items I didn't have time to make out because next thing I see is this woman pulling out a pile of coupons so tall, I knew I was in for it. She could have told me. I would have appreciated the warning.

So one by one, the cashier goes through those blasted coupons. I tried to be all nice and friendly and made small talk with this lady. She proudly told me about her "technique". She pulls newspapers out of the big recycling containers and then finds the sales to match them. "It is amazing how people just throw away the coupons. The recycling containers are full, I don't even need to climb in". While I admired the dedication of this woman, I knew those people have good reasons to just throw their coupons away. Luckily there was a display of pillow pets by the checkout stand so the girls kept themselves entertained, but to be honest, after a few minutes of coupon-scanning, I wished that Jo would give them a taste of what she can pull at a store when she is in a bad mood. That way they would "feel" the inconvenience that was being imposed on me.

It turned out that the store actually owed the lady a whopping $60 for shopping with them. Wow! But money is money, so here comes the manager to go through the whole stack of coupons AGAIN!. I was done being patient. Really done. I told the manager about how careful the cashier had been the first time around and could you please just trust him because I have waited enough. No, she must check again, and then a third important person comes and grabs some of the coupons. AAAAGGGGHHHH! I paid for the convenience of waiting behind this person AND full price for my stuff!!!

I had no choice but to grab my things and move to the next checkout. Fuming, I told this other cashier that they should have lines just for couponers. She just shrugged and said "I wish we could". Didn't she see my frustration???!!!! Of course you can! and what you need to say is "You are so right we'll take care of it right away". "Your highness".
Why share this story? no reason other than to vent one of my many frustrations in life. But I truly believe that stores should have one checkout with a sign that says "WARNING, over 10 coupons accepted here".

If you are a couponer yourself and you are at a store with a total lack of warning signage, then please, kindly flash your coupons to those who dare stand behind you so we can choose a different fate.

I never knew if the lady got her $60. If she did, I should have gotten half.

And now a penny for your thoughts: What does couponing do for you?

Saturday, April 16, 2011

About Unemployment and Other Happenings

January 22nd was my last post. Fast forward a few weeks and the picture I described on that post has changed substantially .
In a nutshell, after a lot of consideration and prayer I told my boss at Early Intervention that for sanity's sake I wouldn't be able to work any more (I would finish out February). I hesitated for several days but once I said it I felt so relieved and happy.
Two weeks after that, Damon got laid off from Iomega. From the job that had been both a blessing and a curse. We weren't shocked. After all, his boss was being so flexible with Damon's student teaching, we figured something was up. The timing however, seemed less than ideal. Why had I felt inspired to quit my job just a couple of weeks prior? That, we don't really know, but I like being available whenever Damon needs to go somewhere or needs a quiet room for an interview.
So from 5 jobs, we are down to 2. Damon is still student teaching at Ben Lomond Seminary for a few hours a week and I am still interpreting. Our art studio project will have to wait for now.
We are receiving severance through June, so ideally, we will have a job and plans for the next few years by then. As for now, we are in limbo. Most days are good, some not so much. But mostly, I am excited for change.
All in all, Damon has had several second interviews and we are hoping and praying for good opportunities.

The Kenrick household is still full of love and fun. We celebrated all 3 of our March birthdays. The most exciting one being Sara's, who turned 12. She is enjoying Young Women and yesterday she had her first official babysitting job. WOW. Where has time gone. I am so proud of my Sara girl, she is quite amazing.




(Sara's first day of Young Women)

Our girlies are growing by the minute, and are keeping us so so busy and tired. But my goodness, they have such a unique way of bringing all the fun to our home.

(Sara, Sofia and Victoria after their latest play "Isabella and Tinka")



Tori played Isabella, a little girl who had recently moved to a new town and was having a hard time making new friends. Mom (Sara), in an attempt to ease the transition, got Isabella a puppy she named Tinka (Sofia). This puppy turned out to have amazing dancing skills, making the kids in the neighborhood notice and love the new pet and ultimately the lovely Isabella. 2 thumbs up!






(JoJo as herself)


Saturday, January 22, 2011

The End of Our Life as we Knew It.

Painfully aware of the fact that my last post was made in June 2010, I make this new one with a million thoughts in my head.
A few months ago I found myself in Kristi's living room talking about blogs. She told me how much she enjoys following the blogs of people she knows but that lately new posts had been scarce. Hearing the call to action, I felt brave and said: "I will make a new post on my blog just for you, Kristi". So... 4 months later, BAM! here it is. Do I deliver or what?!

Life at the Kenrick household, although still common, has changed quite a bit since that June post. I shall share with you what has been going on.

Things were going well, life has always been good to us. Money though, had us feeling pretty restricted. We did manage to go to California for a little vacation and because miracles do happen, I was able to go see my parents in Chile after a gas explosion in their house. But although we were staying out of trouble, things were tight.
Damon's job has been a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it is a job. A curse because is nothing more than that and it is not being thoroughly enjoyed. So we have been praying and looking for other, better opportunities.

To make the story short, I received a call in August offering me a job (very simple job) as an assistant in an Early Intervention class in Roy Elementary. Tori had been to that class a few years ago for speech therapy. I had interviewed with them last year with no success, but now they needed someone ASAP. I don't know how many people they called before me, the case is that they got to me and we jumped on it.
We worked a schedule that had me going Monday and Wednesday mornings from 7 to 12. Damon stayed home and went to work after I got back and stayed until about 9pm. It was working pretty well, although Monday and Wednesday became very long days.

In comes the next endeavor: Damon started his own business. The Children's Art Studio. We turned our play room into an art studio and got 8 students ages 8-11. For 8 Saturdays we had a 2 hour session with Damon teaching the kids really cool stuff. This was our trial run for what we hope will be something that will grow into something great. More on that in later posts.

In comes the next job: I had finished my training as a Spanish Medical Interpreter and in the fall I signed as an independent contractor with an agency. So now I interpret over the phone and on site whenever I get the chance. Our phone now rings ALL the time and the master bathroom is my "office". I lock our bedroom door and hide in the bathroom for great acoustics and a quiet phone call.

In comes the next job: This one is Damon's and it's in addition to his full- time one. He has been training to be a seminary teacher (looking for new opportunities). This training comes with no guarantees whatsoever. 2 weeks ago he was offered the chance to start his student teaching early at Ben Lomond High School.
This was completely unexpected since we were told that we wouldn't find out until the end of April if he would even be chosen to advance on to the student teaching stage. And I have to add here that Damon's boss has been extremely gracious and flexible with us.

So now, we each have 2 jobs and a small business and are running around a little crazy. One of my counselors in Primary (because I get to do that too!) watches Jo and also Tori after school on Monday and Wednesday, since Damon can't stay home those mornings any more. That alone is another story to be told later.

We started this new schedule last week, and to be honest, I was absolutely drained. All of this without having mentioned that I need to start going to the gym regularly, improve my scripture study, raise my 4 girlies (with the oldest one *this* close to going to Young Women) and do better with FHE. The house manages to stay messy and I am always behind with laundry.
So I prayed. I thanked God because he was providing the new opportunities we had been asking for. Only thing was, he provided them all at once. So, I said "I either need to be blessed with a lot more strength and stamina, or I need to recognize the non-essential and do away with it". My problem is that answers for me are hard to hear sometimes. I guess I will wait and see.
I think of women who do so much more and seem to be able to take on the world. Sometimes I feel ashamed to feel tired. I am a wimp. Yes siree. But everyone's lives and strengths are different. Maybe this will make me stronger. Maybe this will teach me that it is ok to let some things go.
How do you feel when you find yourself up to the ears in busy-ness? how do you cope? Please, do share.