I’ll Think Of You Mom, I Promise I Will

by | Lindsey's Musings

August 2017

It might be when we’re driving down the road and we pass a bunch of wild sunflowers growing heartily on the side of the highway. I image they’ll exclaim “mommy look! Sunflowers.” I’ll smile and reply, “yes dear, those are your grandma Lizzie’s favorite.”

It might be when I’m up all night with a sick child, and I hear your voice in my head ‘try this’ ‘better not do that’ and ‘yes, they are definitely going to puke, grab the big bowl.’

I’ll tell them about you mom, I promise I will. I’ll tell them about the cute way you would crinkle your nostrils to wiggle your glasses that much higher on the bridge of your nose. We’ll laugh about the way you never could quite get those R’s to trill off your tongue, all thanks to a tricycle accident with those unforgiving stairs.

When I’m getting ready for that first baby, and scared to my wit’s end, I’ll think of you mom. I’ll listen for your words of advice to pop into my head, as they always seem to do just in the nick of time. I’ll think of you in heaven, holding my babies for me while I get ready to do the same. Helping to prepare those sweet, innocent spirits for a world that won’t deserve them. I’ll think of you mom, I promise, I will.

I’m sure I’ll have a daughter who likes to sew, and we’ll pull out your old sewing machine just for her. I’ll guide her hands along, just like you did mine, explaining that the needle will in fact bite you. We’ll talk about the time you found that lesson out, the painful way. I’ll patiently remind her not to take the easy way out, and to always match and pin the corners.

Maybe I’ll have a son that I won’t have absolutely any idea what to do with. Scratch that, when I have a son I will have absolutely no idea what to do with, I’ll see your smile in my mind and know you’re one of the few things left keeping my patience in check. I’ll listen to your words then, mom, I promise I will.

When the air goes crisp and fruit becomes ripe, we’ll talk about all the different things you used to can. I’ll stand in the kitchen, my kiddos in tow, stirring the endless amounts of jam and salsa. We’ll talk about the time we were canning salsa and I threw the biggest fit, swearing you were trying to kill me via the stench of boiled tomatoes. I’ll hear your words “Lindsey, you are going to be just fine. Just peel the skin off the tomatoes.” I’ll listen to you then mom, I promise I will.

Maybe it will be when a child of mine packs a bag and walks to the door exclaiming they are leaving for grandpa’s house. I’ll remember the time I did the very same thing, bound for Grandma Snyder’s. I’ll think of you then mom, as I lovingly take them in my arms, just like you did me, and hold them while we work out whatever fiasco caused the sudden eviction of their childhood room.

On summer nights when the weather is cool, I’ll rock them on my front porch swing and think of you, remembering the days we used to snuggle on your front porch too. We’ll talk about their lives and I’ll stroke their hair and listen, and I’ll think of you mom, I promise I will.

It might be in the way their eyes light up on that fateful November day they finally play Christmas music on the radio. I image my child exclaiming ‘oh mom, it’s finally playing’ and we’ll crank it up and sing our hearts out to ‘Mary Did You Know?’. I’ll tell them how you used to drive me to school and every morning we would anxiously check to see if they were finally playing Christmas music. I’ll think of you then mom and I’ll smile, I promise I will.

It’s bound to happen when I’m crocheting some afghan for one child or the other. I’ll explain the stitching multiple times, and patiently show them how it all comes together. I’ll watch their eyes focus in on the tangles of yarn, the wheels in their heads already turning. I’ll think of you then mom, I promise, I will.

You see you’ll always be my leading lady mom, and I’ll need you still. Your watchful gaze from your angel wings, your words of warning carried across the wind, the warm embrace that seems to come from invisible arms, just when I feel I can’t take another step. I’ve got a whole life ahead of me mom, one I think will be quite the adventure. When I see your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, and hear your sweet laugh as the memories fly by, I’ll think of you then. I’ll think of you then, mom, like I always do now. I’ll smile mom, I promise I will.

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Gluten Free Cheesy Potatoes

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Also known as heaven. 🙂 [/et_pb_text][et_pb_text admin_label="Text" background_layout="light" text_orientation="left" use_border_color="off" border_color="#ffffff" border_style="solid" text_font="||on||"] [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row admin_label="Row"][et_pb_column type="4_4"][et_pb_text admin_label="Text" background_layout="light" text_orientation="left" use_border_color="off" border_color="#ffffff" border_style="solid"] Prep: 15 Minutes Cook time: 1-1.5 hours Serves 2-4 people What You Need: 2 tblspns gluten free flour/mix (Enjoy Life, Arrow Root) 2 tblspns butter (or ghee) 2 Cups Milk 4-6 small potatoes sliced 2 cups of cheese of choice (I use sharp cheddar) 1 pinch garlic salt 1 pinch onion powder Pepper to taste Casserole dish (most sizes will work)   In a small sauce pan melt the butter on low heat, stirring in gluten free flour. Whisk it well or until there are no longer any clumps, slowly adding in the milk. Leaving it on low heat, bring it to a slow boil before gradually stirring in the cheese.   Put down one layer of potatoes in casserole dish and layer with sauce. Repeat until you have desired casserole depth (it will vary depending on the pan). Make sure all the potatoes are covered with sauce and place in the oven.   I suggest baking it at 350* for one hour and then increments of 5-10 minutes after that until the desired texture is obtained. 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With the ring of a bell, headed into what some call our personal Hell. It’s routine now, chemo, sleep, repeat. How many rounds is this? Good question, we count birthdays and chocolate bars around here. This year it started in November, as far as I can remember. A break from chemo, but hardly a break from the fight. Our regular cocktails weren’t giving a good enough buzz Shhh, not that kind of cocktail-no need to call the fuzz. December rolled around, We did our best to deck the halls. Surgery with the doc, coming up on number two. Jimmy made himself known, said ‘doc sir, you get this right.’ I guess a liver’s pretty important; at least that’s what they said. According to Jimmy, not as important as his little Lizzie, ‘she is my wife’. Huntsman became our hang-out, and despite all the casseroles- we ordered plenty of take-out. 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In a room without her family, but not completely alone. No anesthesia today, although there was hardly a hooray. She held her breath, swallowed her fear, and let the chemo beads roam. The doc’s hands were steady, everything was ready. A surgery more precise than any before, one bead placed, two beads, and more. Her family waited two sets of heavy doors away, heavenly angels held her hands. “Be brave,” they whispered, “stay strong. God understands.” One successful surgery later, we’re not sure who was more relieved-Jimmy or the doc. Cancer and vertigo ruled our party, making most driving licenses invalid. Chauffer Lindsey and the Subie to the rescue. Who thought of buying the clutch anyway, those U of U hills are madness. Back home to Kamas, casseroles and chicken noodle soup waiting. Two cute little kiddos, grandma’s home soon to be invading. Cheers to a Christmas, and a New Year too. The doc said no more chemo, rest your tired head and renew. January and February rolled right along. Like the rest of the world, our days got busy. Two degrees to pursue, one to finish. Two little boys to raise, and crime to diminish. A classroom of kids to teach, for everyone has to learn math. And boy did the cancer grow back fast. March came with a bang, but Lizzie was still under the weather. The toughest trooper we know, but could this be her time to go? A trip to Huntsman’s acute care clinic, fighting cancer can have its perks. A cancer scan, emergency day-after chemo, and no more teaching math. Not the way we wanted it to go, but only God sees our path. It’s now the end of May and we’ve been plugging away. Lizzie’s strength is back, her cocktail as strong as ever. She’s getting closer to being out from under the weather. As far as we know, everything so far so good. We appreciate the love, and from me personally, the five-star food. Your creamy soups sure know how to change a person’s mood. We’ve got a scan coming up, we’re nervous-duh. But we’ve got a little something more on our side. No matter how long we do this, 3 years has been the ride, We testify God lives and loves us enough to send his son to die. Cancer’s scary-it’s a bully, it’s a threat. But it’s also lessons to be learned and people to be met. It’s forgiveness, and love, and growing up real fast. It’s looking to the future instead of being so tied to the past. We don’t have the answers, so there’s no point in the questions. How ‘bout a hug, a smile, or maybe a joke? If we talk about cancer anymore, we may have to choke. God has the answers, this is his game. Please, we don’t want to be thrown into fame. We just want to live, to love, and to learn. For simplicity, normality, and the shadows we yearn. We’ve been ever blessed, we could never say thank you enough. You all need to remember, at the end of the day Lizzie is still tough. We’ll keep our cocktails for now, and we’ll pray for a trial. Not the kind we have now, but a clinical, please no denial. 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Gluten Free Poppy Seed Chicken

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  • 2 Chicken Breasts (cooked and pulled)
  • 1 Cup Of Cooked Rice
  • 2 cups of milk/water in a small sauce pan
  • ½ cup of Shirley J Cream Soup & Sauce Mix (or a half a cup of any cream based sauce mix you prefer to make)
  • ½ tblspn of poppyseeds
  • ¼ cup of grated cheese
  • Pinch of onion powder
  • Gluten free bread crumbs
  • 1 tspn of gluten free chicken granule
  *I cooked my chicken in a crock pot previously and shredded it. If you’re short on time you could use cubed or canned chicken.*  
  1. Combine your cream based sauce, chicken granule, poppy seeds, and onion powder in a small sauce pan and bring it to a low boil.
 
  1. Serve over cooked rice and sprinkle cheese and bread crumbs above before eating.
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I’ll Think Of You Mom, I Promise I Will

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I image they’ll exclaim “mommy look! 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I’ll tell them about the cute way you would crinkle your nostrils to wiggle your glasses that much higher on the bridge of your nose. We’ll laugh about the way you never could quite get those R’s to trill off your tongue, all thanks to a tricycle accident with those unforgiving stairs. When I’m getting ready for that first baby, and scared to my wit’s end, I’ll think of you mom. I’ll listen for your words of advice to pop into my head, as they always seem to do just in the nick of time. I’ll think of you in heaven, holding my babies for me while I get ready to do the same. Helping to prepare those sweet, innocent spirits for a world that won’t deserve them. I’ll think of you mom, I promise, I will. I’m sure I’ll have a daughter who likes to sew, and we’ll pull out your old sewing machine just for her. I’ll guide her hands along, just like you did mine, explaining that the needle will in fact bite you. We’ll talk about the time you found that lesson out, the painful way. I’ll patiently remind her not to take the easy way out, and to always match and pin the corners. Maybe I’ll have a son that I won’t have absolutely any idea what to do with. Scratch that, when I have a son I will have absolutely no idea what to do with, I’ll see your smile in my mind and know you’re one of the few things left keeping my patience in check. I’ll listen to your words then, mom, I promise I will. When the air goes crisp and fruit becomes ripe, we’ll talk about all the different things you used to can. I’ll stand in the kitchen, my kiddos in tow, stirring the endless amounts of jam and salsa. We’ll talk about the time we were canning salsa and I threw the biggest fit, swearing you were trying to kill me via the stench of boiled tomatoes. I’ll hear your words “Lindsey, you are going to be just fine. Just peel the skin off the tomatoes.” I’ll listen to you then mom, I promise I will. Maybe it will be when a child of mine packs a bag and walks to the door exclaiming they are leaving for grandpa’s house. I’ll remember the time I did the very same thing, bound for Grandma Snyder’s. I’ll think of you then mom, as I lovingly take them in my arms, just like you did me, and hold them while we work out whatever fiasco caused the sudden eviction of their childhood room. On summer nights when the weather is cool, I’ll rock them on my front porch swing and think of you, remembering the days we used to snuggle on your front porch too. We’ll talk about their lives and I’ll stroke their hair and listen, and I’ll think of you mom, I promise I will. It might be in the way their eyes light up on that fateful November day they finally play Christmas music on the radio. I image my child exclaiming ‘oh mom, it’s finally playing’ and we’ll crank it up and sing our hearts out to ‘Mary Did You Know?’. I’ll tell them how you used to drive me to school and every morning we would anxiously check to see if they were finally playing Christmas music. I’ll think of you then mom and I’ll smile, I promise I will. It’s bound to happen when I’m crocheting some afghan for one child or the other. I’ll explain the stitching multiple times, and patiently show them how it all comes together. I’ll watch their eyes focus in on the tangles of yarn, the wheels in their heads already turning. I’ll think of you then mom, I promise, I will. You see you’ll always be my leading lady mom, and I’ll need you still. Your watchful gaze from your angel wings, your words of warning carried across the wind, the warm embrace that seems to come from invisible arms, just when I feel I can’t take another step. I’ve got a whole life ahead of me mom, one I think will be quite the adventure. When I see your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, and hear your sweet laugh as the memories fly by, I’ll think of you then. 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