***Warning!!! It is not for the faint of heart***
It is a story of a mother who had her one-year-old child drown in the bathtub, and their road to recovery. This mother shared the series of events that lead to her leaving the bathroom, and the choices she made that led to the tragedy that followed. It's had me thinking ever since about the choices that we make. And, I have decided (according to the gospel of Rachel) that EVERYTHING we do in this life has to to with choices. This is nothing new. But...I have decided that learning to live with the consequences of those choices is the true battle in life, good or bad.
CHOICES, CHOICES, CHOICES!
I know that my life here started with a choice. I'm here! I chose to come here to earth and receive a body. This I know. From there, things get a little fuzzy.
I remember choosing to be baptized. Pretty happy about the choice made there.
My junior year in high school I decided I was going to become a cowgirl.
Wore the jeans, boots, and all things cowgirl.
Thought I would grow up and live on a ranch.
Why make this choice? Who knows.
Decided after a year it wasn't for me.
Went further from who I am than I ever had been.
Had to get back on track, back to me.
Not fun.
But, I learned a lot about myself and who I really am.
(Still trying to figure that out sometimes!)
Chose to attend BYU in 1999 to get into their
study abroad program in London, England.
One of the best choices I've made yet.
LOVED every minute of it.
Met great people.
Saw amazing things.
Can't wait to go back someday and take Adam.
Got married in 2000.
We were married civilly,
and sealed in the temple one year later.
What will I say to my girls one day when they ask why we weren't married in the temple?
I don't know.
We had to make the choice that was right for us,
and that was it.
That choice will probably sneak back to
bite us in the butt one day.
But, I have to live with it now!
My sweet brother
chose the road of addiction.
He's been struggling to stay on track for 2 years now.
It hasn't been easy,
but he's learning to live with his choices.
We chose to have children.
Best choice we ever made.
Even when it's hard,
I love the consequences of that choice!
Who wouldn't?
Sometimes,
we make choices,
and we don't know we're even making them.
Like,
making the bed and cleaning up a room,
instead of checking on kids in the tub.
Or,
turning left
instead of right
at that intersection.
Or,
perhaps we left 5 minutes sooner
instead of 10 minutes later.
Now we have to accept that choice,
whatever it may bring,
keep calm,
and carry on.
I know that my life here started with a choice. I'm here! I chose to come here to earth and receive a body. This I know. From there, things get a little fuzzy.
I remember choosing to be baptized. Pretty happy about the choice made there.
My junior year in high school I decided I was going to become a cowgirl.
Wore the jeans, boots, and all things cowgirl.
Thought I would grow up and live on a ranch.
Why make this choice? Who knows.
Decided after a year it wasn't for me.
Went further from who I am than I ever had been.
Had to get back on track, back to me.
Not fun.
But, I learned a lot about myself and who I really am.
(Still trying to figure that out sometimes!)
Chose to attend BYU in 1999 to get into their
study abroad program in London, England.
One of the best choices I've made yet.
LOVED every minute of it.
Met great people.
Saw amazing things.
Can't wait to go back someday and take Adam.
Got married in 2000.
We were married civilly,
and sealed in the temple one year later.
What will I say to my girls one day when they ask why we weren't married in the temple?
I don't know.
We had to make the choice that was right for us,
and that was it.
That choice will probably sneak back to
bite us in the butt one day.
But, I have to live with it now!
My sweet brother
chose the road of addiction.
He's been struggling to stay on track for 2 years now.
It hasn't been easy,
but he's learning to live with his choices.
We chose to have children.
Best choice we ever made.
Even when it's hard,
I love the consequences of that choice!
Who wouldn't?
we make choices,
and we don't know we're even making them.
Like,
making the bed and cleaning up a room,
instead of checking on kids in the tub.
Or,
turning left
instead of right
at that intersection.
Or,
perhaps we left 5 minutes sooner
instead of 10 minutes later.
Now we have to accept that choice,
whatever it may bring,
keep calm,
and carry on.
Regardless of the choice, I'm glad I have the free agency to choose it. And, I'm glad I have the faith to accept the consequence even when it's not what I wanted.
Oh the places you'll go,
from the choices you make.
from the choices you make.
2 comments:
Cowgirl Rach, huh?
I think that Bronsons story, and his mothers story, are great reminders about choices. I know I hovered over my kids more than I usually do this week.
I also think that this story is a well needed miracle.
BTW... "Oh the places you'll go" one of the most beloved books in our home.
I remember being hesitant to choose going to London over saving money and buying a car and I shared a bunk with the cutest former cowgirl--great choice. I also remember making a good choice by waking up every morning to go running. I also remember choosing to let my roommates see what a crazy dancer I am--not sure if that was the best choice ever. We had some great times--so glad you came.
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