Josh. Cali. McKallister. Oakland. Quincy. Camden. Murphy.

Tornadoes

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

I have never seen a tornado in person. I am sure that I don't understand the intensity of those even seen on movies or TV. You can read about them and know that they are nature's most violent storm but there are family, friends, other amazing people who have actually had to live through such a heartbreaking ordeal. They cause fatalities. They devastate neighborhoods in seconds.

Now think of your own devastating tornadoes. The tornadoes of life. It may be divorce, loss of a loved one, sickness, a car accident, losing a job, cancer. It could even be breaking up with a boyfriend, not being able to keep up on the housework, failing a class. There are so many different degrees of tornadoes; F0-F5 and they can have a halting effect on each individual person.

But in life there is not a national weather service to determine where your tornado fits on the scale. Maybe it would be easier if there was a report stating that you are currently going through an F4 tornado. But life isn't that simple. We could both experience that same tornado but I walked away with minimum damage and your home got destroyed. Every single trial, mishap and hardship is like this.

I have met some amazing women and families that have lost children; as a stillborn, after living a few hours or even well into their childhood. And every single one of us deal with it differently. It's torn apart relationships, it has brought others together. I am part of a support group for those that have experienced an AFE in their life. It's shattering. Our storms range from both Mother and child surviving to families losing both to permanent neurological damage to children suffering as a result. Going through the adoption process; I have met many that have had failed adoptions, successful adoptions, or even waited years.

Four enormous things that I have learned through these events and am currently trying to do....

1. We never know what storms someone else is going through.
    The thing about trials, is that not all of them are outwardly noticeable like a tornado cutting through your neighborhood. There have been times when friends of mine have been going through the hardest times of their lives and I did not even know. We all have stories of when we really didn't think we'd make it to the next day and someone dropped off a plate of cookies or sent you a text just because. Now I can attest that life is busy. There are days that my kids don't even make it out of their pajamas. But everyone can do something. I want to be that person that lightens someone's day, even just a little bit. I want to be that person that is kind to everyone, no matter how kind (or not) they are. I want to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. I want to smile at a stranger every single day.

2. Happiness is a choice.
     Now I'll tell you what... it is not an easy choice. There are days that I could stay inside all day. In my bed. But I notice the days that I serve my littles or the people in my life, are days that I'm not all that depressed. As we lose ourselves by serving others, we discover our own happiness. We see the joy that we bring to those who are in need and that joy can't help but bounce back on us. Now there may be some times that it goes unnoticed, anonymous or even the people we intended it for won't be grateful. But just the act of turning away from our own internal battles and turning towards someone else can help us truly feel joy.

     I have a distinctly different point of view than most because I have lost two very precious souls in my life and escaped death. There is not a day that goes by that I can't count my blessings. I've been given the gift to see the world as such a beautiful place. I can't take things for granted because I almost lost it all and I cherish my kids on earth because I have two in Heaven. Now, obviously, I am no where near perfect and I'm not saying the days aren't hard sometimes but I am grateful for the knowledge I have to repent and try again to be kind the next day or influence someone on a positive note. And I can truly say that I am happy.

3. Know your limits but stretch them.
    I still feel like there are times that my body is just not where it should be after my AFE. I'm still recovering physically and emotionally from losing my boys. So I do have to set limits for myself. I know how hard I can push myself every day but I never overdo it. I have learned to say no when necessary and then make up for that 10 fold on the good days. However, I now love to try new things and stretch myself outside of my comfort zone.

    For instance, if you knew me when Josh and I first got married you would probably describe me as quiet, kind but someone who stays in the background. Josh and I taught a marriage and family prep class for our church and I'm pretty sure I said two words the entire time- and that was when Josh was out of town on a baseball trip. I just didn't like putting myself out there, it made me very anxious. I didn't go out of my way to make new friends, or welcome new members. I tried to stay in as much as possible. Now I realize how short life is. How I only survived some days because of my neighbors and friends. One smile would change my entire day. A new face would remind me that there are so many good people in this world where tornadoes happen. Honestly, I stretch myself every day to be a constant happy, welcoming person. And it's making me a better, happier person.

4. Love your body.
  I'm sure you have all heard the saying that you are a tiger and have earned your stripes? AMEN! Love everything about yourself- your scars, layers, structure, feet. I love reading different articles that have come out on this subject. Our bodies are some seriously exquisite things. Mine has grown 3 beautiful kids. Mine fought to keep me alive. Mine manages the pain of blood clots. Mine has scars and extra skin and love handles and veiny legs.

But I am grateful for it because I am here today. Those lovely love handles remind me that I have amazingly gorgeous kids. The scars remind me every day that I survived, I am a warrior. And most of all, my Heavenly Father loves me and trusts me with this body. He wants us to be happy in all our uniqueness. He is proud of what our bodies do and look like. And he loves us, he wants us to love ourselves!
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Everyday there are hundreds, thousands of tornadoes in your life, family and neighborhood alone. Be conscious about those around you, choose to be happy, stretch yourself to be a better person every day and LOVE the way you look and who you are! This world is great. Today is great. You are alive and beautiful!!!

5 comments:

  1. Um hello! You have a serious gift girl! I loved this post so much. Thank you so much for writing it!

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  2. Cali,

    You are amazing. Just the word amazing doesn’t fully pronounce what you truly are. I have been following you since you lost dear, Mac. The trials you have endured are just… unspeakable. I love your posts. The strength, passion and positivity you convey is astounding. You build so many people up; people you don’t even know exist. Never overlook how valuable you are, and how miraculous you have become - More so than ever.
    www.funhiattfamily.blogspot.com

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  3. Four years ago I was pregnant with my first baby. About mid-way through my pregnancy I somehow stumbled across your family blog and the blog of your sweet baby Mac. I found myself drawn to your story of being pregnant, finding out he had passed, delivering him, burying him and then grieving him. I was in awe at the strength and faith you and your husband showed through such a difficult time. I found myself wanting more, so I found more blogs similar to your story. I was amazed that anyone could go through what I viewed to be the worst thing in the world. I would often ask myself "why am I seeking out such sad stories? why am I giving myself more reason to worry about the well-being of my soon to be born son?" I had no idea why I was being drawn to these blogs. My husband convinced me I needed to stop for my own sanity and the well-being of our unborn son. So I stopped seeking these out and pushed them to the back of my mind so I could enjoy the rest of my pregnancy. Unfortunately at 37 weeks pregnant I had to deliver my son, Maximus, sleeping. Like your Mac he had passed away unexpectedly. It was devastating. Heartbreaking. My world was over. Amidst my grief my friend mentioned a blog she had seen about a story too similar to my own, full-term baby boy named Mac. Mac and Max. She gave me the address to the blog and upon finding it everything came back to me. I knew this story. I now know that Heavenly Father had guided me to stories like yours in order to prepare me. To help me through my darkest days. To give me hope. Your story, and many others helped me find that hope, when I could not see a light at the end of a tunnel. Maybe it was a "misery loves company" type of feeling because I didn't feel so alone and so picked on. I saw that others go through the same grief and have made it through. It helped so much. I am so grateful you felt the need to share yours and Mac's story. I saw your world brighten when you had your rainbow baby. Like you, not long after losing Max I found my world bright again with the birth of a healthy little girl who is now three and is my entire world.
    Anyways, over the last four years I have continued to follow your blog here and there. I followed along as you enjoyed life with your little girl, as you became pregnant with another boy, and as you lost that sweet boy, while almost losing your own life. I have never posted a comment until now because I felt weird. I felt weird for knowing so much about you, while you had no idea. So I stayed weird and kept following along silently :)
    But this post has once again spoken to me. Sometimes I feel like losing a baby should make us immune to any more hard things. Isn't the lifelong grief that comes from losing ONE baby enough??? I find myself in the midst of more tornadoes being thrown my way and I see people I care about struggling through their own tornadoes.It often gets me so down, so negative, so "why me?!?" There was a talk that President Eyring gave in conference called "Mountains to Climb" where he spoke about trials being given not as punishment, but to polish us. Polish us to be in His presence again, polish us to hold our babies in our arms again, polish us for something great.
    Thank you for reminding me to choose happiness, to serve others, to love myself and the life I have been given, to not compare my trials to those of other's. Thank you for reminding me that everyone is fighting some type of battle. Whether it shows on the outside or not.
    Anyways, I am just rambling but I couldn't let another moment pass without saying "thank you." Thank you for sharing yours and Mac's story, thank you for continuing to share your ups and downs of grief and healing. Thank you for sharing your testimony. Thank you for being a tool in God's hands.

    Thank you!
    -Whitney Hawkins

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  4. Thank YOU! Thank you for writing this, I am sitting here in tears knowing that it was not a coincidence that i decided to get caught up on your blog today. I needed this so much today. Love you!

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  5. I was at the conference today that you were at I wanted to come say hi but my group wanted to rush to lunch. Thank you for sharing your story thank you for being so candid. It is stories like you that keep me knowing that even though I don't hear the end story I know we do some good on the other end of the line.

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