Friday, February 14, 2014

Aaron's "Patience" talk given on 02/09/14

(Open with silence for 30 seconds while at the podium)

So only 30 seconds have gone by since I’ve been standing here. How long did it seem? What was going through your mind? Something like, “Come on Aaron, let’s get it going”? I can imagine Brother Steffan thinking, “Ok, so maybe there is a reason that Aaron hasn’t given a talk in 5 ½ years”. So now that your patience has been tested, I want to share two stories about patience. I invite you to ponder on what role patience played in each story.

The first story comes off of NASA’s website. Many of you will probably recognize it, as it took place not too far from here:
“One very cold and windy morning on a North Carolina beach, a lonely group of men huddled on the sand near their pride and joy: a kitelike contraption, built of cloth and wood and outfitted with bicycle parts. On the count of three, with the motor turning and heavy wind gusting, one man started to run alongside and guide the craft; in an instant, the pilot lying on the wing steered the craft to flight a few feet above the ground. The aircraft wobbled forward in the air for no more than 12 seconds, and settled triumphantly back to the ground. To an outsider, it would seem like a modest achievement. But it was the first time in history that an aircraft propelled by a motor and controlled by a pilot had left the ground. It was a moment that Wilbur and Orville Wright had labored to achieve for nearly 5 years.

On December 17, 2013, the world celebrated the 110th anniversary of the first flight of the Wright Flyer. Before 1903, some people had flown gliders without engines; some had piloted lighter-than-air craft like hot-air balloons. Now a pilot would have the power to fly an aircraft at will, over long distances. No one could know in 1903 how that power would change the world.

Today we are so used to seeing jets in the sky, we forget that people were not always able to fly like birds. Some early aviators thought that building wings like those of birds would be enough to accomplish flight. The Wright Brothers, on the other hand, knew that flying would not be so simple. They were willing to think and work—and scratch their heads in perplexity—and think and work again for years to accomplish that first flight:

Orville Wright recorded of that day,
‘… I would hardly think today of making my first flight on a strange machine in a 27-mile wind . . .
I look with amazement upon our audacity in attempting flights with a new and untried machine under such circumstances. Yet faith in our calculations and the design of the first machine, based upon our tables of air pressures, secured by months of careful laboratory work, and confidence in our system of control … had convinced us that the machine was capable of lifting and maintaining itself in the air . . .”
—Orville Wright, from “How We Made the First Flight’”

So what does the story of the Wright Brothers teach us about patience? I believe they taught that patience means more than just sitting and waiting calmly, it means doing what needs to be done and then avoiding unrealistic expectations. Many others during that time demonstrated impatience in their rush to be the first to fly, in many cases ultimately leading to their death. And do you think, the Wright Brothers expected that first flight to be around the world? Was 12 seconds of flight, a mere few feet above the ground reason enough to celebrate their years of being patient? Of course it was!

So how important is it to develop patience? Elder Robert C. Oaks of the Presidency of the Seventy said in the October 2006 General Conference:

Patience may well be thought of as a gateway virtue, contributing to the growth and strength of its fellow virtues of forgiveness, tolerance, and faith. When Peter asked Christ how many times he should forgive his brother, Christ replied, “Seventy times seven,” rather than the mere seven times that Peter had offered (see Matthew 18:21–22). To forgive seventy times seven certainly takes a large measure of patience.

I really love that quote. Calling patience the “gateway virtue” really stresses the importance of it. And if we think about it for a minute, how can we develop the virtues of forgiveness, tolerance, and faith without first developing patience?

Elder Oaks also taught:

The Book of Mormon provides insight into the relationship between patience and charity. Mormon, after pointing out that if a man “have not charity he is nothing; wherefore he must needs have charity,” goes on to name the 13 elements of charity, or the pure love of Christ. I find it most interesting that 4 of the 13 elements of this must-have virtue relate to patience (see Moroni 7:44–45).
First, “charity suffereth long.” That is what patience is all about. Charity “is not easily provoked” is another aspect of this quality, as is charity “beareth all things.” And finally, charity “endureth all things” is certainly an expression of patience (Moroni 7:45). From these defining elements it is evident that without patience gracing our soul, we would be seriously lacking with respect to a Christlike character.

But I’m guessing that if I asked by a raise of hands who has mastered patience, I would see few if any hands. My hand surely wouldn’t go up.

I assume that we all would love it if God, our partner, family member, coworkers would all have more patience with us. So why is it so hard to be patient with others? This is the big question. Because if we knew why it was so hard, we could just fix that one thing, and boom, we’d be patient.

The second story I’d like to share is how I discovered what that one thing was for me. It was almost exactly a year ago. I had the opportunity to have breakfast with Dr. Robert Weinberg, a professor from MIT.  He’s kind of a big deal in the Biological Science world. And just to illustrate, he was awarded the national medal of science bestowed by the President of the U.S., the same year James Watson was (you know of Watson and Crick, the discoverers of the structure of DNA). So there I was with some fellow graduate students trying to make a good impression. We had just heard his talk on his research the day before and now had the opportunity to personally ask any remaining questions. I worked hard in my mind to think of a really good probing question. Towards the end of breakfast, I finally had thought of one. So I worked up enough confidence and asked it. His answer, “Well that was basically my entire talk yesterday, were you there?” And there went my confidence. I left feeling this big.
Now, you may be wondering what that story had to do with patience. Well, it was what happened immediately following this experience that led me to discover the one thing that was impeding my development of patience.
As I walked back to my laboratory, my mind starting replaying the whole experience from breakfast. And then I started berating myself. “Gah, I’m such an idiot. Why’d I ask such a dumb question? Now everybody knows how stupid I really am. How am I even in graduate school? I’m not good enough to be here…and so on”. It took me a while but I finally realized how awful I was being to myself. I soon realized that I was doing the same thing in almost every aspect of my life. From how bad I was as a husband and father to even how bad I was on the softball field. I was completely impatient with any imperfection in me. I realized that I was expecting myself to be perfect every time at everything, even if it was my first time doing something. I had completely unrealistic expectations for myself. I did not have the patience to forgive myself one time, let alone seventy times seven.

It was around this time that I was introduced to mindfulness, which is the act of paying attention on purpose to the present moment in a nonjudgmental way. Practicing mindfulness helped me to realize that if I couldn’t be patient with myself how could I be patient with others? And THAT was it, the one thing that had been damming my development of patience. As soon as I started being more patient and forgiving of myself, I started being more patient and forgiving of everyone around me. And I will be the first to admit, that I’m far from finished in my development of patience but I can say that it has increased tremendously from where it was, all because I began to be more patient with myself.

Another way we can become more patient is by identifying people who are ultimate examples of patience and try to emulate them. For me some of the greatest examples of patience come from my kids. President Barbara Thompson, of the Relief Society General Presidency taught in October of 2007:

Children are generally very accepting of their parents and the mistakes parents make. They often forgive, forget, and move on much more quickly than adults do. (But) Don’t feel guilty. (Just) Apologize when you have made a mistake. Seek the child’s forgiveness. Change your ways and move on.
Remember that it takes a lot of patience to raise a child. As precious as they are, children can be exasperating, frustrating, and sometimes even naughty. It takes a tremendous amount of patience and restraint in order to avoid doing or saying things we will later regret. Sometimes parents need to put themselves in “time-out” in order to avoid making serious mistakes. Removing yourself from the room for a minute in order to regain control is often very helpful.

I’m sure no one here can relate to that. For me, if there was ever a test on patience, it is potty training. Kai, Angela and I are currently in that phase. And Kai, by far, has demonstrated that he is the most patient one when it comes to potty training. And so I can learn from him. When he pees on the carpet, like yesterday, I can take a moment to breathe and just say to myself, it’s just carpet and then proceed to clean it for the seventieth times seventh time.

In closing, to me one of the greatest exemplars of patience is Christ. I was told Brother Reilly will be talking about how Christ demonstrated patience so I look forward to hearing his remarks.


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Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Life in Pictures: Spring/Summer

Ian and Rebecca wedding in Asheville

Wading in lakes, going to playgrounds

Big blues

Farm Days in the Triangle

Train rides

Matt and Sam Wedding in Birmingham

My wedding date

Visiting family

Outdoor music

Baseball games

Steve and Laura wedding at Martha's Vineyard, MA

Precious ring bearer



Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Motherhood 2: Losing the Mind

This will be another difficult post to write, but my motivation lies in helping other women feel they are not alone.  I started my Motherhood series talking about body image, this post discusses how becoming a mother has changed my mind and mood.


I felt amazing throughout both of my pregnancies, excited and honored to be holding a little life in my belly.  I noticed during the pregnancies and the postpartum year it became much harder to focus on work, much harder to focus on anything other than babies and preparing for babies.  This still lingers in me.

After Kai was born, I had tremendous struggles with breastfeeding. We followed everything to the book and beyond, lots of help with doulas, lactation consultants, family, other breastfeeding moms, etc.  Even with this, there was a lot of tears, stress, pain, and low supply.  I think the first time I really cried was when our pediatrician told us "You need to supplement with formula."  For two weeks, Kai and I had been working on nursing sessions every two hours, each lasting 50 minutes. He was a very sleepy baby I could not keep awake nor interested.  In between the sessions, I was pumping, eating, resting, and trying to bond with my sleepy baby. I was sitting on my couch topless and in pain all day. IT WAS AWFUL. When the doctor told me that we needed to supplement our non-thriving baby, my heart sunk.  I felt like a failure, my body was failing to nourish my child.  Mother's guilt begins!



Breastfeeding became a constant battle of ounces versus the bonding experience it was intended to be.  There was constant room for self-criticism and worry, literally ALL the time.  This began to subside a bit as Kai got older and less sleepy.  We moved back to exclusive breastfeeding after a month, but going back to work/pumping put me into the numbers game again.  I've had a much better experience with Asher.  No supply problems and much healthier, but the worry still lingers in me from the trauma of Kai's early months.  And that is what I label it...trauma.  It was real.

My postpartum depression (PPD) with Kai sprung from those breastfeeding experiences.  It took me longer to bond with Kai, although I did bond well as feeding got easier.  I felt helpless, angry at myself, constant failure - very negative self-talk.  I also believe my PPD was related to hormone imbalances/effects from breastfeeding - read this article for more info.   I noticed a shift in my mood at 6 months, when feedings decreased and solid food started.  And when we began to wean Kai at 11 months, I felt wonderful and happy again.  The cloud lifted.  I didn't realize I had PPD until it was gone. (Note many women have mood swings hit when they wean, the opposite of my experience.)


With Asher, I felt wonderful for two months postpartum.  I had gone to the Apex LDS temple just two days prior to the birth, and I attribute part of this to the blessings I received there.  When month three/Christmas/winter colds and flu hit, the depression came back stronger than ever.  It was different though...my main symptom was losing my temper over little things, yelling, feeling overwhelmed.  I was having a very hard time with my toddler.  I felt immensely guilty about these over-reactions, but I also couldn't seem to control them.  This brought up lots of deep feelings of failure and un-worthiness to be a mother.  I could not meet my expectations.  I also found myself obsessing over thoughts about Asher accidentally getting injured or harmed, sometimes keeping me up at night. At my worst moments, feeling like the kids deserved a better mother than me, and I should give up trying to do a good job raising them. Note these all of these thoughts are not ever-present.  They come occasionally, but they color the rest of the day with one big negative snowball effect.

Again, I've noticed breastfeeding is linked.  When I increase feedings, I have bad days.  This time, I read more and was more proactive.  I've started going to cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), but I'm hoping to switch to DBT or MBCT for the awesome mindfulness elements.  If you have any great recommendations, let me know!  No medication, but for many women, this is part of treatment.  Except, we did do placental encapsulation (which helped to smooth my moods, but there was only enough pills for a few months. I know, I know, I officially became a hippie with this. And yes, we will do it again if we have any more kiddos).  I have just recently begun to slowly cut back Asher's feedings to see if this will help with my mood.  Aaron and I began meditating together in a 40-day challenge, and I found my mind becoming clearer (but not blessed with the patience I as hoping for). Yoga and getting outside has been great.  We also took a toddler discipline workshop through Durham County Co-op Extension and read several books to learn more communication and discipline techniques. Here are a list of Triangle resources.  All of this was helpful, but I still have some bad days.  Slowly, we are becoming whole and more healthy.

I'm not sure why all of this happened, but there have been some tremendous blessings coming from all of it.  It has provided space for me to connect with other mothers in a way I couldn't have before.  I have more understanding and empathy for those suffering with mental illness, those who lash out at others, those who act out of fear and insecurity. My depression has been labeled as mild, but it also helps me to understand people dealing with chronic and major depression.  We are all struggling with something.  I have also become extremely interested in moving my career towards helping women, with childbirth preparation, postpartum support, and breastfeeding.  (thought about counseling, nurse midwifery, doula, etc - any suggestions?)



This fear, insecurity, and uncertainty seems to underlie the mommy wars too, as described beautifully on Healthy Tipping Point (one of my fav healthy living blogs).  I admit I have uncertainty all the time if I am parenting the best way I can.  It is an easy, unconscious jump from uncertainty to become defensive about our parenting decisions, another easy jump to attacking others who choose to parent differently. I think we are really just all unsure, trying to do the best we can with what we know and what our heart tells us.



I don't understand why I was given the opportunity to be a biological mother and others are not.  Mothering intersects with very deep feelings of self-worth, connection, family, potential, judgement.  Therefore, no matter what your journey looks like (children or not, married or not, fertility or infertility, sexual orientations, working or not), some negative stuff is bound to come up.  It is tapping into the deepest parts of our soul.  Motherhood has called me to question my own ability to mother well, my own self-worth....and yet, is has also give me undeniable increased love, an undeniable desire to selflessly sacrifice, and undeniable concern for the well-being of these tiny persons I am responsible for. It is the refiner's fire. It is quite overwhelming from all sides. I am so grateful for the many family and friends who have been supportive of our family and me as an individual...this is how I've made it through, with our village.  I'm particularly grateful to the many strong women in my life who reached out to me. The evidence is there that support is the key for treating PPD.  It is just a natural desire to want to form stronger connection with women as we embark upon these many journeys in , around, or away from motherhood.

Any thoughts on motherhood? How has your journeys in, around, or away from motherhood affected your mind? 





Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Motherhood 1: Sacrifice of the Body

"What are some of the benefits of breastfeeding?" our childbirth educator asked the class.  A short pause.  "To get the mother's body back!"  one brazen daddy-to-be exclaimed.  Jeers, boos, and quick slap to the arm from his wife accompanied his response.  And yet, he quickly put words to our worst fears...the sacrifice of the body for the baby.  The good and the bad below:

Pre-baby-body!


During my first pregnancy, I began to learn more about the female body than I had ever known before.  It was awesome!  This body I owned could do so much more than it had previously been doing...from going to school/working to growing/feeding another human!  Wow.  I have not lost that amazement.  I see the processes of conception, pregnancy, birth, and breastfeeding as beautiful and spiritual. I have seen more and more of the potential of my body during each of these. From a Christian perspective, I've also read some inspirational words about the woman's body in parallel with Jesus' body -  her body in forever changed, scarred, and sacrificed for her child(ren), just as His was.

Third trimester with Kaiboy

After my first pregnancy, it took me 13 months to loose the 15 pounds that lingered...much longer than I anticipated. My experiences with breastfeeding the first time were also extremely difficult.  We gritted our teeth through the first month and a half and made it work for over a year. I experienced postpartum depression with both boys (more to write about later).  And I experienced body image problems and feelings of insecurity I'd never had before.

3 months postpartum with Kai

Breastfeeding has been rewarding, but also a huge sacrifice.  My weight stayed on until I weaned Kai (similar with Asher).  If I exercise a great deal or diet, my milk supply goes down.  So, it's either feed my child breastmilk OR get my-body back.  In addition, I saw my postpartum depression improve markedly when I weaned.  So, feed my child OR feel better. Every time I leave baby, I have to think about pumping milk or scheduling feedings around the event.  My body does not overproduce milk (or, reframed, my body protects babies from famines), so I never have a buffer/extra.  Hence, I am always stressed about baby not having enough milk when I am away. And the list of worries goes on and on. Mother's guilt, right?

Very pregnant with Asher baby

My body is forever different after having two children.  Body image issues that have come up were unexpected.  As I mentioned, I have never really dealt with this before.  It is upsetting to see other mommies seemingly shrink back to down to a pre-baby-body in no time after a birth.  {Not to be sacreligious here...} It almost reminds me of the Virgin Mary.  Mary could become a mother and still retain her virginity.  The impossible - to have two "ideals" of womanhood.  In the case of my friends, a mother can have a baby and then look like she never did!  Again, the impossible.

My feelings have forced me to step back and look at what I consider true value. Does my own value (and all women's value) lie in how they look?  Do I find what is beautiful only that which fits into a pre-determined image of woman (thin, young, etc)?  These ideas are so deeply ingrained in me it is hard to pull them apart.  From the moments of childhood, a little girl is shown impossible, fetishized images of women - Barbies, Disney princesses, movie stars.  We are shown that the epitome of womanhood is beauty and fertility (also wrapped up in appearance).  We hear women objectified by others and openly objectify and belittle themselves. As my body changes, it takes great effort to not see this as failure.  It takes great effort to feel beautiful and desired.  It takes great effort to always be happy about this sacrifice of my body. I feel that I am tapping into something even deeper with my feelings/thoughts, but I can't quite put it into words.  Gender, sex, the body, clothing, control, just something big.

Kangaroo pouch after birth!

My body is no longer just my own, no longer about my relationship with my partner Aaron. It is now about my kids.  My body has been pushed to its limits for them countless times..stretched in pregnancy, worked in birth, pain of breastfeeding, living on no sleep and makeshift meals.  I don't have the same control over my time nor my body that I did before becoming a mother. This transition is hard, and I am working on trying to spin it in a positive light.  This beautiful essay is a start, well worth the read! 

This weekend...9 months after baby 2.  Asher  strategically placed in front of the pouch.

How have you made peace with these sacrifices?  Any wisdom?



Thursday, June 13, 2013

Lightning Boy


Here he comes
My lightning bolt of joy
Bubbling and bounding down the stairs
An endless emotion, spreading
and waking up the world
to live more fully
He asks without worrying, loves without expecting
Pulling us back to his heavens