Monday, June 16, 2014

Father's day tribute

I just gave a talk at church on Father's day of this year (2014). I enjoyed remembering a few details about my childhood, and the wonderful father I have. I decided to blog it so it will live on for many years to come and everyone will know about my wonderful dad Jose Raul Zayas Soto. This one's for you daddy!

I was trying to think of one word that would describe my dad and the word “courage” came to mind. One of my favorite scriptures is in Joshua 1:9 and it reads: Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.

Here are a few things I admire and remember about my dad, some of which testify of his courage, other things testify that he is a little strange (in a good way!) and that’s why I love him so much!

My dad is the 6th of 10 children. When he finished high school he joined the ARMY because there was no money for college, a pretty courageous choice for a young adult. When I was growing up in Puerto Rico he liked to tell us about the 27 times he jumped out of an airplane with a parachute while he was in training. During his time in the ARMY he had the chance to visit many places in and out of the United States. He developed a love for this great country and it showed. Among his top favorite songs are the “Star spangled banner” and “My country Tis of Thee” and he sings them all the time, just for fun, even if it’s not the 4th of July! :)

Growing up we were always taught that if we wanted to succeed in life we needed to get a college education, learn English, and if necessary move to the United States to seek employment. Puerto Rico is a great place, but it is overpopulated and sometimes finding work is difficult even with a college degree. My siblings and I were enrolled in private school with good English teachers. We often came to the US on vacations and my dad would force us to order our food in restaurants so we could practice our English. Even our names are in English. My sister's name is Beverly and my brother's name is Ralph, unusual names for kids coming from a Hispanic family. The reason? my dad remembered that it was difficult for Americans to pronounce his name in the ARMY, so he thought that giving us names in English would make it easier once we moved to the US. Never mind all the years I had to hear people call me “Ya-nis” or “Ha-knee-say”. :) :)

Talking to the priesthood brethren of the church in the talk Nurturing Marriage Elder Russell M Nelson said: "Brethren, your foremost priesthood duty is to nurture your marriage—to care for, respect, honor, and love your wife. Be a blessing to her and your children.”

My dad had the courage to relentlessly pursue my mother, a sweet young woman from a small town who was nearly a decade younger than him. My grandparents tried everything they could to keep my father away from their daughter, but eventually they saw his goodness and came around. A year after being married my oldest sister was born, Mitzi Zayas Carreras. She had a birth defect, Spina Bifida, and passed away from meningitis only a few days after birth. My mom told me that was the first time she ever saw my father cry.

The LDS Proclamation of the Family states: Parents have a sacred duty to rear their children in love and righteousness, to provide for their physical and spiritual needs, and to teach them to love and serve one another, observe the commandments of God, and be law-abiding citizens wherever they live.

Even before our membership in the church my father always treated my mother with respect. Being a provider for his family was his top priority. When I was little and my dad was leaving for work he would say “I’m off to go get the rice and beans” (Me voy a buscar el arroz y las habichuelas!) I would say but daddy there’s some in the cupboard! He would laugh every time.

While in his mid to late twenties my father purchased a gas station for 100K. That was a lot of money and commitment for a young man in 1970. Again, courage. Everyone thought he was crazy. That purchase ended up being a wise investment that supported our family for many years. It was bitter sweet when he sold it in recent years.

From President Thomas S. Monson’s last conference talk "Be Strong and of a good Courage" Courage comes in many forms. Wrote the Christian author Charles Swindoll: “Courage is not limited to the battlefield … or bravely catching a thief in your house. The real tests of courage are much quieter. They are inner tests, like remaining faithful when no one’s looking, … like standing alone when you’re misunderstood.”3 I would add that this inner courage also includes doing the right thing even though we may be afraid, defending our beliefs at the risk of being ridiculed, and maintaining those beliefs even when threatened with a loss of friends or of social status. He who stands steadfastly for that which is right must risk becoming at times disapproved and unpopular.

Perhaps the most courageous act I’ve seen my father do, even more courageous than jumping off an airplane, is embracing the gospel of Jesus Christ. My dad has always been a good man but he was never a religious man. Becoming a Mormon in his late 40s in an area where the Latter day Saint community is so small, required a lot of courageous changes. Some, like giving up his morning coffee and his occasional drink were easier changes to adjust to. Others, such as paying tithing and keeping the Sabbath day holy took a little more effort. My parents were close to the age I am today when they joined the church which helps me appreciate how difficult it must have been to go against what the majority of friends and family were doing at the time. My parents' social life suffered somewhat as old friendships faded, because they had less in common. My dad claims he lost friends because he no longer had a stocked bar at our house.:) More drastic changes came later when my father felt he needed to sell his convenience store which hosted a small bar, and the 2 gambling establishments he owned. He did this trusting that everything would work out financially, and it did. My dad has a very strong testimony of the blessings that come from paying tithing. His favorite church hymn is “I’ll go where you want me to go” and I feel that his example shows that is what he would do.

In a talk titled Fatherhood, an eternal calling by Elder L Tom Perry, he said “A family needs a father to anchor it”To this day I feel that my dad is very much an anchor. As he has grown older he doesn’t travel as much and we certainly feel that something is missing when he isn’t there. Mainly we don’t laugh as much!

Elder Perry's quote continues…”The role of fathers, is to “preside over their families in love and righteousness” as equal partners with mothers”

As I read this quote I thought of the great example my husband Duane is as a husband and equal partner. I often joke that as wonderful as my father is I could never see him feeding a baby in the middle of the night or changing a diaper, which is why I had to look outside my culture to find the perfect husband for me:) Duane and I had our 25th wedding anniversary this year, and as I think of our first years together, I smile, because Duane, in many ways, had to act as my dad. Even though my father owned a gas station, it was my husband who taught me how to put gas in my car, since there were limited full service gas stations in the area. He also taught me how to drive a standard shift. Not to mention all the times he had to "speak" or translate for me because of my limited knowledge of the English language. I am blessed to have a husband who is willing to be an equal partner and who understands that providing for a family is important, but that spending time with his children and being involved in their lives is what brings the most joy. I see that joy every time he coaches a soccer game or watches our children perform.

I can't leave out other great fathers in my life. My father-in-law Morgan has been like a second father to me. I love him like my own dad. He was another one who did a lot of fatherly things for me. I have never met anyone who can do so much with so little. He changed many of my flat tires, and fixed many things around our house. Another example I can't leave out is my sweet son in law Kyle who is the father of two little angels, he has also been a great example of a father who shows great faith through adversity.

Last but not least, I’m grateful for my Father in Heaven who knows me, the good and the bad, and still loves me. I’m grateful that I can come to Him in prayer.

I would like to close with a quote from president Ezra Taft Benson from his talk titled "To the Fathers in Israel"

Oh, husbands and fathers in Israel, you can do so much for the salvation and exaltation of your families! Your responsibilities are so important. Remember your sacred calling as a father in Israel—your most important calling in time and eternity—a calling from which you will never be released. May you always provide for the material needs of your family and, with your eternal companion at your side, may you fulfill your sacred responsibility to provide the spiritual leadership in your home.

In the name of Jesus Christ,

Amen

Te amo papi! Happy Father's Day!!!!!!!!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Christmas 2012

Dear Family and Friends: It’s December 20th and I am now sitting down to write our Christmas letter. Phew! What a year it’s been. Behold, our Christmas card!
We took plenty of smiling family shots, but for some reason, Amanda (who is our photographer) felt that this was the best one, and I agree. We're a pretty goofy family so it fits. Here are a few highlights from 2012. Amanda and Kyle: Loving their new Logan apartment and busy with college. Amanda graduates next spring as a registered dietitian. She is more than ready to be done with school. Kyle is busy working on his pre-dental courses, and scoring 4.0 in crazy hard classes, while working and finding time to make fun home movies. Andrea (19): Speaking of 4.0, she got one too!...in her very first semester at USU. She is a Math Education major, loves her college life and is very involved in all the extracurricular activities. Are you surprised? Pretty soon she’ll be running the place. We miss her bubbly personality around the house and love it when she comes home to visit. Dylan (15): Got his driver’s permit this year and his mom is freaking out. Dad is more patient with novice drivers and that’s a good thing! He spends most of his time playing the piano, guitar and singing. He still loves to play soccer and spending time with friends, who are mostly girls If you want to watch him singing with Mal, check out the post right before this one for a video :) Mallory (13): Still continues to play soccer every minute she can, and her daddy loves coaching her team. She got a cell phone this year and mom and dad are wondering if that was a good idea. It’s literally attached to her hand all the time!!. She is loving school and spending time with her friends (when she’s not texting them). Every once in a while mom can steal a hug from her (she hates hugs)… Duane: Busy with work, coaching soccer, and always doing everything in his power to make all of us happy. That pretty much sums it up. He gets a little out of control buying gifts at Christmas time because he loves to spoil all of us. I think he’s the only dad in the world who takes his kids to Rue 21 to shop for clothes and gets excited when he gets Kohls cash and coupons, but yet buys nothing for himself. That’s why we love him! After his hole-in-one this fall he’s hoping to play more golf next year…(that’s what he always says). Janice: As for me, life has been a bit hectic this year. That’s why I’m writing this letter on Dec 20th!!! In May I left my job of 18 years, and in August I accepted a full time faculty position at Weber State University teaching Medical Lab Science. I just finished my first semester (thank goodness for Christmas break!) and all I can say is that teaching college is really, really hard! But I am getting used to it and to be honest, I love the challenge. Everyone says it will get easier, so I am hanging on to that. Being president of our Young Women's group at our church adds another job to my list :). It's fun but I'm not kidding, I call it my second job! As for my health, I am still doing well (just got lab results yesterday!) 8 years cancer free. Still grateful for my blessings and grateful for all of you who always ask how I’m doing and pray for me. I am so blessed. I hope your Christmas is one full of blessings and happiness. We love you!!! Duane, Janice, Amanda and Kyle, Andrea, Dylan, and Mallory

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Mallory and Dylan's duet

One of my favorite things to do is watch my kids sing. Karaoke is one of our favorite things to do together. Over the years our children have developed a great love for music and performing. Here's Mallory and Dylan performing Little Talks. I wanted to post this on Facebook but they forbid me from doing it. They were too embarrassed. I think putting it on our blog is MUCH more private...right ;)

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Saying the right thing to someone with cancer

People often ask me what they should say or do for people who have been diagnosed with breast cancer. After all, having walked the dreadful road myself made me experience first hand the good and the bad. Wait, the good? Well, it did bring my family closer together...and the fact that I am still here 7 and half years later makes me realize it's almost all good :)

 

Having a friend or a loved one going through it is no cake walk. Just ask my husband and kids. They still remember! Dylan said the other day he brought it up in seminary at school. He was a second grader at the time.  Even Mallory remembers, even though she was only 5.

 

 Last week a friend emailed me asking this same question. Her niece was recently diagnosed and she wanted to know what things helped me cope, what people did that was helpful to me and my family. I wrote her a long email, and she said "You know, you should put that on a blog or something!" And I thought..."Alright...I'll dust off that blog I haven't updated in over a year". 

 

So in honor of breast cancer awareness month, and in an effort to help anyone out there, here's my two cents.


Those first few weeks after a cancer diagnosis are just awful. I can remember being so scared I couldn't eat or sleep. Here are some things that helped me cope.

 

 I longed to hear good positive stories of people who had been in my shoes and survived! Especially those who had my same type of cancer (grade 3 aggressive, triple negative) and had gone through surgery, chemo, and radiation. I looked at a few online support groups, which helped, but once in a while I'd run into statistics or comments about people whose cancer had spread and it affected me for days. So, it depends on how much she can handle. I do think talking to a survivor is key.

 

I  had many friends from church clean my house, bring meals for my family, help run my kids to and from their various activities. That was amazing help. I wanted my family to keep living as normal as possible, and even if I was too sick to eat one day, I knew they had a good meal coming. 

 

Some people gave me uplifting books, funny movies ( laughing was good and keeping my mind occupied). I had a lady sew me some head covers and my co workers all pitched in and gave me $300 so I could have a real human hair wig, which looks much more natural than the cheap kind. You can actually curl them, straighten them, and treat them like your own hair. The others can light on fire if you get too close to the oven...haha. I'm so glad I can laugh about this now!

 

Anything you can do to make her daily life easier will be appreciated. I'm sure that right now, if the diagnosis was recent, she is probably overwhelmed with phone calls and sympathy. Make sure that you help her down the road, when people seem to forget about it, or get used to it. The lonely and depressive times came later for me, when I was half way through chemo, still just as needy as before, but people were busy and didn't help as much.

 

Now, let me tell you about what you should NOT do. It might seem silly, but there were some things that people did for me that simply didn't help, or even made me feel worse. Here we go...

 

Keep the sad stories to yourself. I never appreciated hearing from someone's mom, grandma, or aunt who LOST the battle with cancer. As cancer patients, we know people die as a result of this disease, but we also know that a lot of people make it, so please save the sad stories. She won't want to hear them. It would take me days to crawl out of the hole when I heard of people who died.


Another thing I didn't like was people sending me flowers (I am so sorry if any of you out there sent me flowers, I still love you!!). I know they meant well, but flowers remind me of funerals and I couldn't handle it. I threw them away as they came. Spend your money on a frozen lasagna she can feed her family with later on.


Lastly, I didn't appreciate people giving me advice on what I should or shouldn't eat because it causes cancer. Again, I know they meant well, but sometimes I could literally feel that my cancer was spreading inside right after I ate that Twix candy bar. I have changed a lot things in my diet in the past few years (I now stick to the fun size Twix). =) Seriously though, I know there are carcinogens in foods and in the environment, but when you are in the midst of the adversity you don't need people giving your recipes or advice for cancer fighting foods, shakes, or secret potions that will cure you. It's just too much to handle at once. At least it was for me. Plus, the last thing you want to do is make her feel like it was her fault she got cancer to begin with, because of how she ate.


I hope this helps you. And for one last good story, I am happy and cancer free. I am a 7 year survivor! Feel free to share that with anyone who's just diagnosed. It will bring a smile. I can't be more grateful for the chance at life. So many women beat this disease, young and old. I know it wont be long before a cure is found. Let's keep praying for one. I know I will.


Friday, July 29, 2011

Laurel Date Night

 I am a leader of a church group which includes eleven 16-18 year old girls, one of them being my own daughter Andrea. And yes, they're so fun! For our activity this week, the girls were supposed to bring a date for some fun and games at my house. I was very worried about this activity. Frankly, I never want to plan activities that exclude anyone. But let's face it, asking a boy on a date can be pretty nerve racking!.  I knew some girls would be hesitant to come. However, I do think the girls that had the courage to get a date (or come alone, which is even gutsier!) ended up having a great time.




What are they doing, you ask? We are playing Kubb! (pronounced KOOB) If you don't know what it is, and you have some time on your hands, read about it http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kubb It's super fun!
I had a blast watching the girls interact with their dates. There's something about getting a bunch of teenagers together in a group and making them compete! It can get ugly, but mostly it's just entertaining.  I've said it before and I'll say it again: I absolutely LOVE teenagers (in a non-creepy-motherly way...). They make me smile.

Below is a happy picture of the winning team. There was no winning prize, but their excitement is still evident. Jane (one of the leaders) who is standing in the center is holding the king (you MUST read about Kubb if you want to know more about the king!).

Winners!

Below is a sad shot of the team whose efforts were almost good enough...:(((((

The "almost" winners
 In the 5 months I have been in Young Womens, I have learned that everyone is different and the perfect activity for some girls may be the only activity other girls will pass on, and that's OK! Hopefully we'll catch you next time. Cake decorating, anyone?

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Dylan and Mallory's Piano Recital 2011


This year was especially fun to watch these two play the piano. Mallory found time to learn her recital song even though soccer was taking most of her time (plus her brother likes to hog the piano!). She's getting to be a great pianist, and she's not bad at playing soccer either... Way to go Mal :)


Dylan, on the other hand has found a new love, and it's not a girl...(yet). He's relentless when it comes to the piano. No song is too hard in his eyes. Practicing 3+ hours per day (his choice...!) earned him the last spot on the recital. Yes, in this case being the last performer was a good thing. Nice job Dylan!



Monday, June 27, 2011

A First for Everything

I have been wanting to start blogging for quite some time. I can't believe it's finally happening. I still don't know how well I will keep it up (I only type about 25-30 wpm), but here it goes, my first blog post. The past year has been full of firsts for me. Last November I turned forty. Wow, it feels weird to see it spelled out! 4-0, yikes!. Under regular circumstances I would say that I don't want to be this old, but in reality I was excited to see my 40th birthday come, in all its glory, because 6 years prior I wondered if I would live to see 40 at all. Yep, 6 1/2 years cancer free. I am so blessed! I still don't know what I did to deserve to be here (or maybe it's what I haven't done...) but nonetheless, I am so grateful.

My sweet husband decided to share my birthday joy with the neighborhood. I had a few people ask if I was turning 39 or 40. I'd just smile and say "what do you think"?

 Ever since my milestone birthday, other firsts have followed, some a bit unexpected, bittersweet, and others downright painful!. Last December we took our first ski trip. It was getting embarrassing to continue to admit to my entire extended family in Puerto Rico, that in the 23 years I have lived in UT (the place with the greatest snow on earth) that I had NEVER, that's right, never been skiing. Duane, who was born AND raised here in UT, has never ever hit the slopes either (that's even more embarrassing...), so my awesome brother-in-law Todd, who is really like the big brother I never had, took me, Dylan, and Mal along with his kids for a day of skiing. 
One of the few times I was standing upright

This was a day I will never forget. I came home with a big huge bruise on the back of my leg but so happy with what I had accomplished. My first time down the "bunny hill" (who the heck names those hills anyway? I guarantee a bunny could NOT make it down that hill in one piece!) was rough, to say the least. The quicker I stood, the quicker I'd fall again and again, until I reached the bottom. Todd talked me into going up again, and again and by the third time (or was it the fourth?)I came down without falling. My son Dylan on the other hand (the cute boy in the Old Navy Hoodie) was skiing like a pro by the end of his first day. It reminded me of the day he learned to ride his two-wheeler. I went outside with him planning to spend hours hanging on to the back of his seat (like I did with his sisters) but the first time I let go, he was off riding on his own.

I WILL go skiing again though, especially because I need to try out the cute ski coat I bought on clearance just a few weeks after the trip :)

Another first. This one was unexpected and downright scary: my new calling as Young Women's President this past February. I still feel overwhelmed, inadequate, and scared, but I am trying to have fun. Leading teen-age girls in this world is a huge responsibility. Plus, there's like 30-something of them! I don't know how I'm managing, but I am doing it. I'm guessing that whole thing about the Lord not giving you burdens that you can't carry has to be true.

Our limo at girls camp




We took a two mile hike and stopped every 1/4 mile and spoke about different topics relating to the 13th article of faith. My topic was about being Chaste. Have you ever read how clear cut the "For The Strength of Youth" pamphlet lays out the whole chastity thing??...Sheesh...It was a little awkward but I got through it.

And my last first for this: my first blog post, was my first child's wedding. Whoa...how many firsts was that?. Yes, it's weird to have a child that's married and living on her own. Amanda and Kyle announced their engagement one week after I got my calling in the Young Womens. I think I had heart palpitations for a week after!! But really... the fact that she married someone who is more than deserving, makes it all worthwhile. I love you Amanda and I hope you are proud that I was able to get through my first blog post, without your help :-)

My first pancake didn't turn out too bad, did it?
Kyle: Tall, blond, and handsome, a perfect fit for our family(except for the tall, blond part)

The groomsmen, they looked so good, and they knew it
But not as good as the bridesmaids, right girls?

Wait there's more! Amanda has way too many friends!


The happy couple :)
I can't think of a better way to start my 4th decade! Wait, except maybe with my first Jeep...hmmm.