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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Thomas and Sunday soccer

Saturday was Thomas' last game of Merced Youth Soccer.  It seems crazy to think that he has been playing for 9 years.  When I look back at pictures like this one I get sad because the time seems to have gone by so quickly and I feel like I haven't had enough of him yet.  Soccer has become his all time favorite sport and because of him I have become a total fan of soccer and of course of the English Premier League.  I think he really took off in about 5th grade when he tried out for his first competitive team which has its' season following the city league season.  He has played on a school, a city and a competitive team now for 4 years.  In August he begins his school and city games and plays until the middle of November.  Then all through the winter he practices at night under the lights, in the rain, fog and mist and loves it.  In January he begins the competive season with two games every Saturday somewhere in the Central Valley and plays through until the middle of March.
 
He has gained so much confidence and of course speed, muscle and skills too.  We've been really lucky to have great coaches and teammates.  I think that because of his smile and friendly nature, he has friends wherever he goes.  Even when his school team played the cross town rivals Thomas was talking and joking with the opposing players.  He has played with most of them on a team somewhere in his career.  I love that he is nice, even to the boys who aren't as skilled in soccer, he always tries to help them and cheer them on.  I love that he is respectful of the parents and always says hello to them.  He has even fooled some of them with his English accent - really you thought we were from England?  I love that he jokes with but also listens to his coaches and works hard on the pitch.

 As with most sporting events, the championship game for each of these leagues always falls on a Sunday.  The first year that Thomas played competitive league and his team went to the finals, he had never faced this dilemma before and we told him that our family didn't participate in sports on Sunday.  The second year, when the final game came around again, Thomas was broken-hearted.  By now he had fallen in love with soccer, he had worked so hard and he loved his team.  It was really hard for him to face the coach and teammates and tell them he wouldn't be playing on Sunday.  The next morning as we got ready for church Thomas was in tears.  But he dressed and came with us.  In the parking lot he said, "Mom, I just can't go in yet."  So I let him stay in the car until he could come in on his own.  I was playing prelude and he walked up to me crying which of course made me cry.  I had him sit on a little stair next to the organ where he couldn't be seen by the congregation.  Soon enough though, the First Counselor in the Bishopric walked over and gave Thomas a big hug.  He was an athlete and had also experienced the Sabbath heartache.  He started crying....so then all three of us were crying.  Word trickled through the congregation and I saw many people put their arm around Thomas that day.  A Primary leader even showed up with cookies and a note after church.



 
The next spring in General Conference Elder Wilson gave a talk and told about his daughter who was also a soccer player with championship games on Sunday.  He said how they had allowed their daughter to make her own choice and how she had played in the game but decided it made her feel terrible and she knew she would never play on Sunday again.  I felt a little guilty that up until this point we had told Thomas that he couldn't play on Sunday.  But I still feel that if we had given him the choice that year, he would have played in the game and loved it.  I think we would now be battling playing on Sunday for every championship game.  Now, a few years later and after many Sunday championships, Thomas makes his own decision and tells the coach on his own.  It doesn't mean it is easy though, Saturday after the game, he just wanted to leave and not hang around listening to the excitement build for the Sunday final.
 
This fall Matt received the following note from a former member of our ward.  Before moving from Merced she served as our YW President.  In her early 20's she had been a cheerleader for the San Francisco 49ers.  She even has a Super Bowl ring, how cool is that.  Here is what she wrote:
 
Hey Bishop this weekend was my 49er Gold Rush reunion. To celebrate I was invited to dance during the half time show today since this is our last season at candlestick park. Of course I did not do it because it was on the sabbath and yes I have been crying all week about it because that would have been so much fun to be on that field again with my friends and that awesome energy plus it would of meant free game tickets for Mike.LOL I am telling you this random story because I want you to tell Tommy that I have been thinking about him all weekend and how much strength it took him to make the decision not to play in that soccer championship game last year. His strength to follow The Lord and his commandments have given me strength this weekend. He was such a great example to me. I know how hard of a choice that must have been for him and how hard that day must have been to endure. Give him a great big hug for me and tell him how much his love for The Lord has helped me today. I kept telling myself if Tommy could do it so can I. It is about honoring, loving and obeying The Lord always. Those 5 min. Of fame are so worldly compared to the blessings The Lord has for us. Tommy has been my hero today.



 



Saturday, July 13, 2013

How it Feels to Have a Missionary Son

July 11,2013

Today marks one year that Scott has been serving as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  One year of service is left.  A girlfriend said to me in the days just after he left that the time flies by for everyone but the mother.  I have to be honest and say that the time has flown by for me as well.  I think about him, pray for him, and watch the weather in Florida every day and still I can't believe that it's already been a year.

Having a son on a mission comes with a mixture of emotions.  Shortly after he left, Matt and I were out together in search of a restaurant.  I was looking at the Google map on my phone and zoomed in to see a baseball diamond.  I just started crying.  I cried because I was missing him so much and I just wanted to talk with him, I wanted to hear his voice and his laughter.  I wanted to know what he was struggling with, what made him excited, and what his daily life was like.  I felt really lonely.  I think the baseball field was a tangible reminder of everything I've tried to do for him.  It represented all the hours I've watched him, cheered him, and played with him.  It's where I spent hours crying over him, praying for him, laughing with him and loving him.  It seems that even though my heart beats within my own breast, it actually resides in the members of my family.  To have my heart so far removed and so silent, was a very empty feeling.  Everyday I stand at my kitchen sink and look into the backyard.  I can see him running and playing, it brings tears to my eyes.  I think what I miss the most though, is just talking with him.

Having a son on a mission is the greatest experience.  It's amazing to see the growth each week as he writes home.  I can't believe how strong and steady he has become.  I suppose it should be a relief to know that he won't need me for everything, but there was something wonderful about the day he arrived and was completely dependent upon me.  But letting go is actually not difficult, it is a joyful experience.  It's wonderful to feel confident in his faith and devotion.  It's inspiring to hear him working hard and inviting me to do the same.  It's nice to know that in spite of my parenting, he will be successful.  That thought gives me confidence as a mother.  I am so glad to be the mother of a missionary.  I am so grateful for his example and desires.  There isn't anything else in the world I would want him to be doing right now.

I'm looking forward to the next 12 months.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

It's Great to be Eight!!

Friday, June 28th was Emily's 8th birthday.  She was excited to be baptized.
 
 She asked her older brother Douglas to baptize her and
her father to confirm her a member of the church.
She is a sweet girl with a tender heart.  Yea! for Emily.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

My Favorite Pictures from the Weekend

Things I love about Soccer
  • I love to watch Thomas play soccer, mostly because he loves to play. 
  • He is in a stage where he eats, breathes and sleeps soccer.  He knows something about every professional player and every league.  He follows Manchester United and especiallyWayne Rooney.  I love to see him so passionate.
  • He talks to me all the time about soccer moves, goals, and outstanding plays.  His dream is to score a goal with a bicycle kick.  I love that he shares his excitement with me.
  • He did score a goal this weekend - a sweet header.  I love, love watching him smile after he scores.
  • I love that Matt got this series of pictures from his game.









  • Although it doesn't always happen, I love that we got pictures of Thomas winning the ball.  I love his face in all of these pictures.