Enduring to the End

I've spent the last two days with Rachel in Park City as she has participated in a dance convention. I love to watch the sparkle in her eye as she gets her groove on during hip hop or attempts a sexy pout during the salsa.

Today I also enjoyed a two hour lunch with a few of my friends and fellow dance moms. We had a very intimate, revealing discussion as we spoke of different trials in each of our lives. I so appreciated the candor, the honesty and mostly the perspective I gained from sharing so much of ourselves with each other.

As I go through various trials in my life, I often wonder 'why me' or 'why this'. The past four years have been hard on so many levels and many times I have questioned my ability to deal with my set of circumstances. But I have also realized that everyone has issues, everyone I meet has trials to endure. Some are just more evident than others.

Oft times as my frustration grows and I want to proclaim the unfairness of it all, I receive a gentle reminder, a tender mercy even, that others are suffering as well and perhaps whatever strength I have garnered or growth I have realized could be used to lift anothers' burden.

Today as our words ran together, we saw each other with new eyes. I had this same experience a few weeks ago after an hour long phone conversation with a new friend. She trusted me enough to share her heartache with me. My view of each of these women has softened. I love them more. My heart is full of tender compassion for them. I marvel at how much they have helped me by simply sharing with me. It has made me feel not so alone. Somehow my burdens don't seem as heavy, simply because I know others are suffering too.

I find it strange and sad even that all too often we put on a good front, a happy face when the whole world can be crumbling at our feet. Why is it that we are so proud that we cannot share our grief and despair? I'd like to believe that one of the greatest lessons I can take from my trials is how to help others through theirs. My life is infinitely blessed by kind friends who not only carry me through my darkest hours, but who trust me enough to let me carry them through theirs.

I arrived home late to find an upsetting email on my computer. I did what I always do when in crises mode, I sent out an SOS. I'm grateful for an immediate phone call from a kind older brother. I'm grateful for a mother that patiently listens without unsolicited advice. I'm grateful for my husband's undivided attention when I most need it. I'm grateful that I can simply tell my friend 'it's been a bad day', and she doesn't need the details to know exactly what to say to me.

Just now, I received an email from another friend with this quote from Richard G. Scott:

"Just when all seems to be going right, challenges often come in multiple doses applied simultaneously. When those trials are not consequences of your disobedience, they are evidence that the Lord feels you are prepared to grow more. He therefore gives you experiences that stimulate growth, understanding, and compassion which polish you for your everlasting benefit. To get you from where you are to where He wants you to be, requires a lot of stretching, and that generally entails discomfort and pain."

I haven't spoken with this kind friend for a few weeks, and yet, somehow she knew I needed this quote tonight. I'm grateful for dear friends who listen to the promptings of the spirit, who take the time to care for me, to light the path for me when all I find is darkness. So grateful am I for the earthly angels sent specifically to strengthen me

Parents Behaving Badly

Tony has been coaching Cole's lacrosse team for a few years. It's a thankless job and one that he puts a lot of time and effort into. He does it for Cole and I so appreciate his willingness and desire to make Cole such a priority in his life.

This spring he had the arduous task of dividing the Alta Lightning league into two teams. We had over 40 boys sign up to play, so in an effort to give the boys a lot of playing time and a better experience, Tony divided the team. He agonized over splitting the teams so that they were equally balanced with talent and experience. In fact, he gave several of his most talented boys to the other Alta Team.

Last week we played Waterford. They too, had two teams for Spring Lacrosse. As the boys were warming up, Tony questioned the Waterford coach as to which team they were, Waterford Blue or Waterford Maroon. The coach insisted they were the "Maroon" team. This seemed suspicious to Tony and to Cole as they recognized several key players on the Waterford team as players that were on the "Blue" team we had played a few weeks ago.

Long story short, we lost a hard fought battle to Waterford "Maroon". After the game, and from continued discussion with Cole and I, Tony realized that the Waterford Coach was "stacking" his team. This means that Waterford was taking it's best players and allowing them to play on both teams. One of these players was their best scorer, and another, their best goalie. This is completely against Utah Lacrosse rules and regulations. Essentially, Waterford cheated.

When Tony called the Waterford Coach to question what he had done, the coach admitted that he was "stacking" and didn't see or understand why it was a big deal.

I'll tell you why it was a big deal....it isn't fair to our boys who play by ALL of the rules to have to play against and lose to a team who conveniently stacks it's team with their most talented players.

I saw this same behavior a few weeks back when Rachel was trying out for a dance club. The girls attended a workshop where they were taught a short jazz combination that they needed to perform during the audition. Several mothers wanted to video tape the dance combination in order to help their girls learn and rehearse the routine before the audition. The Director of the studio did not allow video taping claiming that part of the audition was to evaluate the girls on their ability to learn and perform choreography.

I was amazed to see several mothers crowding the observation window taking copious notes of every step the girls were learning. Several mothers were even performing the choreography in the hallway so as to be able to go home and teach their daughters.

I just don't get it.

I don't understand parents who want their children to succeed at all costs. It is unreal to me that parents try to skirt around the rules in order to insure that their children are winners. Is this a case of living vicariously through your children and wishing on them the success you never had?

To me, this lacks integrity, it is the finest example of poor sportsmanship I know of'; it teaches children that winning the game, or making the team is more important than being real, than being honest, than doing your personal best. It teaches your children that you value their success more than you value them. Because truly, shouldn't we all trust that our children are trying their hardest to develop their talents, to find out who they are, to have personal growth, and that, in and of itself, should be enough. Win or lose.

Personally, one of the best lessons I can teach my children is how to fail, and how to pick themselves up and keep on trying. There will come a day when life deals roughly with them, when there is no one around to carry them to victory. I want them to be prepared, I want them to have the confidence to persevere and succeed....confidence which can only come from within.