Trooper

It's that time of year when Bella and I seem to spend quite a bit of time downtown at 

Phoenix Children's Hospital. 

Smiles for cookies and a bear. Tears for the blood withdraw. 

She's a trooper. 

These appointments seem to be harder and more exhausting for me! Phoenix Children's treats Bella like a star and she feels the love. We are so grateful for her team of specialists and all those that help and support her as we try to get some answers to questions that have us puzzled.  

And since we are on the topic of Bella... here's my favorite quote of the week from her during a conversation she was having with her daddy!



Bella: "Where are you and mommy going?"
Jon: "On a date."
Bella: "Why are you dressed up?"
Jon: "Because we are going to the temple."


Bella: "What? I thought you already got married in the temple!"
Jon: "We did but we still go back."
Bella: "Why?"
Jon: "We do work there and plus, it's the house of the Lord."
Bella: "I thought that's what churches were."

                           Drop the mic Bella.
                           Drop the mic!

Suspicious Suspension

It kinda stinks when you are involved in a car accident that isn't your fault. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time and now your car is wrecked.

Not the original deadly weapon

It is unjust.
It is unfair.

But these things happen to all of us all the time.

This is how I feel about the long term consequences of my son Brayden's situation. {For those out there wondering... I get permission with my kids before posting stories about them so no worries.}

I was at lunch with my boss when the school called. I missed the first call. I missed the second call. I got a text from our carpool saying "call the school." I got a text from my husband in California saying "call the school." I called the school.

The front desk answered and explained to me that Brayden had been suspended but they didn't have specific information about the situation. They wanted to know if I would be okay releasing him to our carpool. I was.

I checked my voicemail:
"Hello Mrs. Jolley, I am calling to let you know that there has been an incident. I have Brayden here with me in my office {wait, did she say BRAYDEN?} and apparently he has stabbed a student. Because of this, he will need to leave the school immediately and he will be suspended for the next 2 days. Please call us as soon as you can."

WAIT... STABBED? WHAT????

When Brayden got home I listened:
"Mom was goofing off with a 'friend' in gym class. I was shoving him and he was shoving me in gym class during the 40 yard dash, we were just messing around. Then 'friend' randomly slapped me across the face and I just stood there, shocked... and it hurt! I wasn't sure if 'friend' was mad or still playing around but 'friend' started coming at me. I had a pencil in my hand and as he came towards me I jabbed him with it. Right after it happened I said, 'oh my gosh friend, are you okay?' friend told me he was fine and neither of us were mad or anything. 'Friend' told me he was going to go to the nurse to get a bandaid but he wasn't planning on telling on me. But the nurse kept asking him what happened and he finally told her. I got called down to the office and they asked me what happened, I told them but I left the part out about him slapping me because I didn't want to get him in trouble. They suspended me for 2 days. I'm out of the National Junior Honor Society Club and I can't go to the end of the year field-trip/party for Jr. High. A few kids who saw the whole thing even came down to speak to the vice principal and vouch for me because it wasn't on purpose. Eventually I went back in to tell the vice principal about the slap hoping it would change my situation, it didn't, the just ended up suspending 'friend' for one day. I didn't mean to hurt him, I wouldn't stab someone on purpose, if the pencil wasn't in my hand I would have just shoved I'm away and nothing would have happened, no one would have even cared."

I called the school and left a message, early the following morning I received a phone call.

Feeling like the punishment didn't fit the crime I listened, wondering if the story was the same from the administration.

It was.
Exactly the same.

The vice principal even admitted that she thought it was an accident and that there was no ill intent. She said she was very impressed with Brayden's honesty.

So we talked. I let her know that I support the suspension based on the school handbook and the fact that Brayden shouldn't have been pushing and shoving his friend to begin with.  But I explained that for a kid who has NEVER had behavior problems at school {really, the worst consequence that the kid has had is getting warnings here and there for talking too much} I felt like the long term consequences were extreme.   I explained that being kicked out of NJHS is a big deal, that he was hoping to carry that over into high school, that I was hoping for him to carry it over into high school! {the kid has to get really great grades and do a lot of service hours to stay in NJHS... it is awesome for parents!} I also explained that Brayden is very upset about missing the end of the year party/field-trip and I don't blame him. This is the big party when you say good-bye to many of your friends that you've known for years.  The vice principal said she would see what she could do about NJHS and about the party, we are just waiting to hear back.

So that's the story.
How would you feel?
What would you do as a parent?

My concerns aren't with the short term consequences, I can stand by the administration when it comes to the suspension. Brayden made some bad choices which let to an escalation of events whether on purpose or not but COME ON... it's not like he as a record or anything *cough - Jack* 

Whatever the end result is, Brayden and I know that character is determined by how you handle situations, especially situations that are unjust and unfair.

Needle Man

Bella... poor, poor Bella!  

She started out Spring Break with a back-flip into a pool of foam balls which lead to some staples in her head.  Already we are winning right?!

Then, towards the end of the week Bella started complaining that her toe was hurting.  And, following in her moms footsteps {no pun intended} she had an ingrown toenail!

We met with the podiatrist.
He got the numbing needle ready to inject into the infection.
As you can imagine Bella did NOT appreciate this process.

After the injections the doctor left to let the numbing medicine kick.
Bella made it clear that she was okay to never see the "needle man" ever again.






But the needle man came back.

Bella didn't understand that everything from this point on was a breeze and she went into a little panic when that needle man retuned.

In her little panic Bella shouted "hold on, wait a minute... HOLD ON! Can we say a prayer?"

The needle man and I looked at each other and smiled.
We bowed our heads as Bella prayed her little heart out asking that it wouldn't hurt!

And, as prayer would have it, it didn't!

{until we went to the urgent care right after and had her staples removed - poor thing!} 

Empathy & The Atonement

A few weeks ago, in church I had some thoughts. 

We were talking about... actually, I have no idea what the topic was!  Anyway, empathy came up and I started thinking "why do we, as humans reach out to others when we are struggling?  Why do we crave this?  Why do we reach out to certain types of people verses others?"  Those were my thoughts.  As the day went on I realized that we crave others who empathize.  Even when someone hasn't been through our exact situation we crave people who can sit with us and feel with us.  This idea makes me want always be aware and always improve on empathy.  We, as mortal humans, NEED to feel understood and heard and loved and accepted and HEARD.  We NEED to know that we are not alone. 

Which took me to some deeper thoughts, about the atonement. 

Why was it so vital ***SO VITAL*** for Christ to suffer and FEEL every single emotion, pain, regret, betrayal, ETC... that we feel? That I feel? 

And it hit me, EMPATHY!  We, as children of God, need to know that someone, even ONE SINGLE PERSON has felt EXACTLY how we have felt, how we do feel.  That is one of many reasons why Christ had to endure and suffer, so that I wouldn't feel alone. 

He is always with us. We are never alone. 

(and yes, I am writing during a boring Gospel Doctrine lesson!!) 

When the Truth Hurts

I got a new dress.
I wore it today.
Bella told me that I looked pretty.
Then she added,
"you look like you are going to have a baby mom!"
Bella doesn't lie.

I still wore my new dress.

Happy first day of NEDA week 2017.

Meh.

I look happier in this photo than I really am.

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Chronic

Chronic pain is terrible.
I have it in my jaw.
I see a specialist who gives me injections and medication.
I wear night guards and day guards and do yoga and use essential oils all in the name of easing the pain.

I have good days and bad days.

When I have bad days I avoid eating anything that can't be sucked up in a straw.  On bad days I try to minimize my schedule to avoid migraines but if a migraine is inevitable, I find myself in bed with the lights off, the fans on, and a barf bucket next to me.

Chronic pain affects my life and the lives of those I live with, those I love, and those that depend on me.

Feeling uncomfortable in one's skin is terrible.
I often feel uncomfortable in my body.
I see a specialist who gives me tools and perspective.
I read affirmations, reach out to friends, workout on the elliptical machine, and use essential oils all in the name of easing the pain.

I have good days and bad days.

When I have bad days I avoid getting dressed in "real" clothes or, if I have to get dressed, I wear baggy clothes to cover up.  On bad days I try to minimize my schedule to avoid being "seen" by anyone.  I do the very minimum out in public and I flake out of anything social that isn't mandatory.  On bad days I often find myself in bed hiding away from the world and yelling at my body and my brain for making it so hard for me to function.

Body image and body dysmorphia affect my life and the lives of those I live with, those I love, and those that depend on me.

The difference between my chronic pain and my negative body image is shame.
I have so much more shame with the latter.

***I realize when I post these types of posts there is a silent RED ALERT that goes off for some of you. Let me clarify, this post is an expression of things I deal with, I am sharing so those that can relate know that they aren't alone. My eating disorder recovery hasn't halted, I am working out the kinks in my flawed thinking, there is no need for that silent RED ALERT but thank you for loving me.***

15th Anniversary

Today is our 15th wedding anniversary. 

Fifteen years ago I couldn’t have imagined what my marriage would endure, what I would endure, and what Jon would endure. If I would have been able to sneak a glimpse of what the years ahead had in store for me I would have been so scared and so doubtful in my ability to work through the hardships that I probably would have ran away and never looked back.

But… I’m really glad I didn’t. 

I am really, really glad I didn’t. 

I wonder what I will say about things 15 years from now! 

Marriage is hard, it just is. My marriage, over the last 15 years, has involved compromise and stubbornness, communication and separation, patience and frustration, hurt and pain and so much healing, hope and hopelessness, love and hate, pride and humility, anger and sadness, fear and safety, lies and honesty, judgement, forgiveness, frustration, and charity.  

Over the last 15 years our marriage has seen many dark days. We spent years fighting WITH each other while fighting FOR each other. There was a period of time when neither of us thought we could withstand the damages done in our marriage and we almost walked away. 

But somehow, with the Grace of God, things started changing and we are still here. And we kinda like each other.