Tonight, while looking at my new friend Yani’s beautiful profile picture on FB, I spotted a familiar face in the ad column. Hello me.

I don’t know what to say. I hate it. I hate that an ad exists where I’m talking about my son dying of a brutal, horrifying disease like Pertussis. I hate that those words knew how to come out of my mouth. I hate that they’re true. I hate that we are a horrible tragedy. I hate that we are a tragic statistic. I hate that I watched him suffer the way that I did. I hate that I watched him, helpless, lying there, and that there was not a thing I could do to help. I hate that one of the last memories I have of him with his eyes open, was right as they sedated him for the first time. . . he locked eyes with me as he drifted off to sleep. I hate that I could see the horrible pain in those beautiful brown eyes. I hate that he died. I hate it. I hate it all. I hate every ounce of it, and I wish I could change it.

I see things like this ad and I think “That poor girl,” as if I’m completely disconnected from her. I hate to admit that sometimes, like tonight, I feel completely disconnected from what happened to us. I hate feeling that way, because really what I’m feeling, is the absence of feeling, and I’m convinced that there’s no feeling in the world more frustrating, more maddening, than the lack thereof.

Numbness frightens me. I don’t like feeling detached. I want to feel connected. I want to feel my pain. Not in a masochistic kind of way, rather I want to feel connected to my sorrow, because that’s where he lives. And I never want to forget him. But more than that, I want to feel my sorrow, because I know it’s there. I want to let it out, because when it stays inside, I’m suffocated. And I hate it. Hate, hate, hate.

But, do you want to know what I love?

I love that tomorrow morning, the sun is sure to rise, and I love that if I’m lucky, I’ll find a moment to go outside and stand in it. I love that at 7 am sharp, I’ll hear little feet pitter patting their way to the potty and then in to make sure I haven’t sleep a solitary MOMENT longer than necessary. I love that I’ll get to make breakfast, wash dishes, hold hands, make lunches and kiss boo boos. I love that at one point or another, I’m guaranteed to want to hide in the bathroom to find one tiny moment of solitude and peace.  I love that there will be chaos, all kinds of glorious madness, and that I’ll have to walk a 4 year old to the naughty chair approximately seven hundred and forty-six times. I love that I get to go read to a classroom full of snotty nosed kindergartners, and I love that I’m the kind of mom who will do all the voices. I love that the day will stretch, pull, trample and prod at every recess of my heart and that it is likely to test my will to the breaking point. . . because all these things are evidence that life is good and that God always giveth FAR more than he taketh away.

Me

Check it out! Richie and I will be speaking at the LDS Business Conference (April 7-8, 2011) in Park City, UT!

We are completely honored (and somewhat dumbfounded) to be speaking along with business greats, Stephen R. Covey, Stephen M.R. Covey, Sheri Dew, Kevin Rollins, Bob Gay, Mark Willes and more.  Richie and I speak back to back on Friday the 8th and would love to see you there! In fact. . .

Exclusive Discount!

As an exclusive discount for Natalie Norton Blog readers, the LDSBC is offering a special day rate for those who would like to attend the conference on APRIL THE 8TH ONLY. Speakers that day include: Stephen R. Covey, Stephen M.R. Covey, Kevin Rollins, Richie Norton, Natalie Norton, and more.

Couple Day Pass (attendee + spouse): $650
Single Day Pass (attendee only): $400
Student Day Pass (with valid student ID): $100

Day passes are valid for the entire event on Friday, April 8th, including lunch. Please note: day passes do not include the closing dinner.

Don’t miss this unparalleled opportunity to learn and network with a peer group of successful entrepreneurs and business leaders!

To take advantage of this exclusive (and REMARKABLY GENEROUS) discount, contact Trisha at trishazemp{at}ldsbusinessconference{dot}com or call 801-576-2636 (ask to be connected to Trisha).

We would LOVE to see you there!!! And no, you do not have to be a member of the LDS church to attend (because I know at least 4 million of you are wondering that;)).

Happy weekending!

xx!

N

I want to direct your attention to the Making Things Happen Tumblr page. I blog there regularly, but don’t regularly direct traffic to those posts.

Here are some links to recent posts I’ve written. They don’t have official titles, so I’ve given a quick description of each.

Thoughts on screwing up.

Be the kind of person you want to be around.

Putting first things first.

Finding peace despite it all.

Focus: the game-changing art of doing what you’re doing, while you’re doing it.

The right tools for the job.

Obstacles or opportunities.

You are capable. (And so am I).

The Olympics of your life.

Breaking through.

Tomorrow will always be tomorrow.

Shhhhhhhhh. . .

Limiting beliefs.

Subscribe to the MTH Tumblr ramblings, here.

xx!

Me

PS. Spring Break is my FAVORITE.

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One of my favorite feelings in the world is the warmth of the sun, beating on my back. I felt that today.

I love nothing more than spending time outside, being active, with my children.  We did that all day long.

Nothing makes my tummy happier than sushi wrapped in brown rice. That’s what we had for dinner.

The sunset brings peace to my soul and tears to my eyes. Today, I watched the sunset.

And, I love whales. Let me say that again, I LOVE whales. And this evening, as we sat, eating sushi wrapped in brown rice, muscles aching from a long day of hiking, biking, beaching with the kids, watching the sun dip behind the horizon, I said to Richie sadly, “It’s the end of the season, and I haven’t seen any whales this year.” Less than two seconds passed (scouts honor) before a whale came out of the water, in full breach, right before my very eyes. From there it was one after the next after the next. It was like they knew I was there and wanted to say goodbye before they headed out for the Summer. They put on quite a show as the sun slipped behind the water’s edge.

What a beautiful, beautiful day.

Try to tell ME there’s not a God and that he doesn’t intimately know and love his children. I won’t buy it.

Like I said, it was a BEAUTIFUL day. May have been one of the very best so far.

xx,

N

My brother, Gavin, was adopted. Did you know? Hardly a day goes by that I don’t think about his birth mother and wish I could just throw my arms around her neck and never, ever let go.

Before I got pregnant with Baby Gavin, we had planned to adopt our next child (or two). I have two ruptured disks in my lower spine, and with each subsequent pregnancy, I’d experienced increasing difficulty as I approached full term. Plus . . . I’ve always wanted to adopt. Always. My brother was an absolute miracle in my life, my best friend. He belonged with our family. There was never a doubt in anyone’s mind about that. I remember vividly as a child, my mom saying things like, “Heavenly Father knew that Gavin was supposed to come to our family, so he got really creative to make sure he made it!” I believe that, heart and soul.

I thought long and hard about the decision to adopt, and it just felt right. After a series of somewhat remarkable events, Richie was on board as well. We completed the home study, did alllllllll the paperwork (it feels like it will never end when you’re in the middle of it), passed our background checks, and were approved for adoption! Only a few months after our profile went live on the agency’s website, SURPRISE, I found out I was pregnant.

After watching my mom suffer, wanting a baby with all.her.soul, and not being able to conceive on her own (I was somewhat of a miracle), I couldn’t move forward with our adoption, pregnant, and feel like a decent human being. So, we put our adoption on hold.

After Gavin died, I wanted another baby immediately. IMMEDIATELY. But I knew deep down that no baby could fill the gaping hole in my heart, because no baby could ever replace the one that I lost. I recognized that my desire for another child, was simply a feeble attempt to bury the terror and hide from the sorrow I felt over losing my son. I committed to wait to have another child until I knew my heart was. . . healthy. . .for lack of a better word. My heart will never heal. I’ll never return to who I was before we said goodbye, but like a broken bone, I like to think that while yes, losing him left a scar, and while yes, I will NEVER, EVER forget him, somehow losing him left my heart stronger, bigger, more capable of love, compassion, laughter and joy.

I’m finally strong. Not perfect, not by any stretch of the imagination, only strong.

Where does this leave us? I don’t know. I really, truly don’t have any idea.

We’re terrified of having another child. We openly express our fear of having another baby nearly every day. We have nightmares of having another child and that child getting sick and dying. Allowing Raleigh to travel to Nicaragua with Richie was incredibly frightening for us. He’s up to date on all his shots, but Richie and I each had TREMENDOUS anxiety over sending him on this trip. These fears are a natural part of our healing process. We recognize that, and so we lean into them. We refuse to be governed by fear. Ever. Fear is a natural part of our lives, particularly after experiencing the kind of trauma we did losing Gavin, but it will never own us. Ever. Raleigh and Richie are having the experience of a lifetime. More on that soon. I’m so grateful I didn’t rob him of this life altering experience simply because I was afraid.

I want another child. Or two for that matter. Sure, I’m frightened, and rightly so. . . but more than fear, I feel hope. Faith. Love. Excitement for the future. Gratitude for my beautiful family and all that God has blessed us with. I trust Him. I’m leaning in to fear and replacing it with faith. It’s a far better way to live.

Is adoption in our future? I don’t know. I hope it is. Someday. Maybe someday soon, but in the mean time, I’m taking life one beautiful moment at a time.

xx,

Me

This post was inspired by Jane and this beautiful video (embedded below) she shared with me. It gave me chills. . . over every inch of my body. Andrew and Carissa have raised all the money for their adoption and are in the final stages of the process. From their lovely and absolutely heartfelt blog, I learned that they are only a couple of short months from being able to bring sweet Rinah home.

This post was also inspired by Taylor. I have been so inspired by her journey toward adoption. Taylor, you know that if I could, I would have a thousand babies and give every one to you. I don’t know a better mother or a more beautiful family than you and yours. You are everything I aspire to be. When that baby of yours finally makes it into your arms, Heaven itself will rejoice. Of that, I am certain.

adopt rinah from VsTheBrain on Vimeo.