The Last Bit of My Life...

Where have I been? What have we been up to? 

Well, lots of traveling with doTERRA to exotic places like Wisconsin and Wyoming and boring places like Alaska and San Fransisco. Oh wait, switch that. :) We've been doing some fun things around Ogden and Salt Lake too. Come along and see the fun...

Super fun Avett Brothers Concert at the Gallivan Center, SLC, UT.  Bucky is always this excited when I take his picture.

Alyssa is awesome. That is all. We both love the Avett Brothers. She's got her picture taken with them. I was at Girls Camp. I was mad. And glasses are cool.

Here we are after a 4 1/2 hr. long flight from UT to AK. I'm not sure why everyone's grumpy. Maybe because we had another 3 hours in the car...

Evie trying to take a dip in the lake my parents live right by. She didn't end up getting in. But then again, neither did I. But Alyssa did. She's brave. Below is a picture of my kankles. But, the lake that I love. No matter how many mansions they build on it. Still love it. 

This is one of our many attempts at camping this summer with Ellis. We failed. I had to take him home to his own bed and then it proceeded to rain all the next morning while I tried to cook the breakfast over the fire. We were all pretty cranky, but in these pictures the night before, life was good. It was a beautiful sunset and it shows that Buck and I still love each other. 


 

My Mom

Some people have special things they call their mother. Mama, Ma, but my mom has always been "mom".  Mother's Day is always a little sad for me. Not because of some traumatic event that happened when I was little, but because for the last 10 years I haven't spent Mother's Day with my mom. She still lives in Alaska and we have lived "outside" since we've been married. There was an ache in my heart when I tried to call tonight because, like my 9 other siblings, we were all vying for a chance to talk to her today. I didn't get her, so instead I'm writing for her. I hope you like it mom.

Some of the things that I remember about my mom was her ability to love. She had 10 kids, no twins, and I am number 5. A lot of the time I remember wanting more attention from her and boldly asking for it. And instead of being annoyed or mad, she would do something special with me. Not for very long, because she had dinner to make, babies to take care of, or to drive someone somewhere. But for that short period of time, I had her undivided attention and I knew that she loved only me.

As I have my own children now, I am so grateful for the tremendous amount of patience she had. I have three kids in the house most days and I hardly have enough patience for them! I can't even imagine the sheer volume of our house in her mind. She was incredibly patient when it came to math homework, which was my absolute WORST subject. Some nights she would stay up to help me and I can remember being in such a bad mood, but she would calmly help me figure it out. This is how she was with everything. She was and still is a very even tempered person. She had her limits though and exploded one night and announced to us kids she was running away. She left on foot down the road. I can't remember how old I was, but I remember just sobbing. She came back after a good long walk and had dinner on the table by the time dad got home.

 

My mom is a good sport. She's always game for a good joke, even if it's about her. My mom taught me about cooking. She trained us from a young age how to cook food and grow things in Alaska (which is difficult). Some of my best memories were picking raspberries and hacking away at our poor rhubarb plants to make desserts.

Mom loves to dance. She is a great dance instructor and I always took pride in the fact that she came to volunteer at the high school and taught a group of us. She instilled a desire in me to follow my passion and to volunteer. She supported me in the things I was interested in whether it was ballet, sports, or massage therapy.   My mom is tough, aside from having 10 children, 2 of which at home and 9 without epidurals, she is just tough. The above picture is from college where she was part of a survival program where they threw you out in the Utah desert with very few provisions and you had to survive. I know this training paid off when she and dad first came to Alaska. She walks nearly every day and was really put out that she couldn't participate in kick boxing after having knee surgery a few years ago.

She's strong emotionally, even when she doesn't think so. She's been through a lot and has come through a more humble beautiful example of what I want to be like when I grow up. She's become my best friend as I've gotten older. She's that fountain of knowledge and support that's there to say, "I've been there. It's hard, but I know you can do it." It's amazing the comfort of a mother's words. There's nothing like it.

I just want to end my post with a poem she had above our stove. I think it was the first thing that I ever read. It's stuck with me after all these years and is ingrained in me.

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow,
For babies grow up,
We've learned to our sorrow,
So quiet down cobwebs,
Dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my babies and babies don't keep.

I love you mom. Happy Mother's Day.

Hmmmm, What's New?

Rather than blurb on and on about how sorry I am for not posting in a long time, I'm just going to say that, I've been busy reinventing my life.

Never in a million years would I have wanted to try and change something in a big way. Maybe my hair, or the way that the kids said "Thank you." to strangers, but never anything big. Especially something that I'd never done before. Ignorance truly is bliss. Before September of last year, I was doing my thing, having a family, being a mom, dabbling in my essential oil business. Everything I did was small. Not without meaning, but I was playing small.

That all changed one day as I was watching Jamie Oliver's food revolution on Netflix. It sounds cliche, I know, but something clicked inside me and said, "Anna, you have to do something about this. Now." So, after much contemplating and research I scheduled a meeting with the school principal. I was scared out of my wits. What was I thinking? What could I do??? This under-educated mother? Well, what I lacked in formal education I made up for in passion. Or so I thought.

In my naivety I thought I would just go in, politely request healthier food and leave, having done my job as a concerned parent. We walked down to the lunchroom to talk about what they were doing and had done. What I wasn't prepared for was the holy wrath of a lunch lady that literally breaths fire when she talks to you. I have NEVER been around a woman that is so genuinely mean in my life. And, I've known some characters!

After we came back to the principal's office we decided that it would be important to work three angles of the situation. First, we would implement a program similar to Harvest of the Month, next we would have a couple Parent's Night's a year where we would talk about easy changes to make that would improve their health, lastly we would try and incorporate whole grains and more fresh fruits and vegetables into the lunch menu. If you would like a peek at the lunch menu, you can do it here. With that, I rounded up some parents and we formed the Wellness Committee!

We have had great success with Harvest of the Month. For the most part the kids like to see, feel, and taste these (sometimes) new or unusual fruits/vegetables. It's really rewarding to have kids come up and tell me all the things they are eating at home and interesting ways they are incorporating the produce from Harvest of the Month. That is my absolute favorite thing to do every month.

Our Parent's Night was a total flop. Of the 3 adults there, 3 were friends of mine. This only solidified the perception that parents don't care, don't have the time, or didn't know about it. It was poop. :)

The school lunches have remained the same. There is absolutely no budge in that way. I'm wondering if I need to get a petition going for parents to sign. Would you sign a petition about having some changes in the lunchroom? Would you stand behind a crazy mother like me? Or worse yet, am I the only one that is interested in this change?

I've had a lot of people, including people who work in the school lunch program who say that it's all up to the parents to teach healthy habits to their kids. I agree whole-heartedly. BUT, and here's the big but in the room, if you're feeding 2 out of the 3 meals that a child might eat for the day, shouldn't their be responsibility on your end as well? I'm not attacking, in fact, I would love to work WITH everyone than against them. Frankly, it's pretty emotionally draining when you put a lot of effort into something and have someone shut you down time and time again.

I am also playing big with my new business. I am absolutely passionate about offering health solutions to people that they didn't know were out there. To learn more visit mydoterra.com/annacash. This summer I will be traveling around teaching classes about it. I'm excited and mortified at the same time! What if I can't meet the requirements? What if I can't do it? What if...what if...what if...

Playing big is hard!!! I often have nightmares that I'm jumping out of an airplane with no parachute (really) or I'm stuck in a building with lots of doors and no keys. My subconscious is really bucking me on this. But I'm also growing and learning new things, I'm becoming a better leader and honing in on my passion and purpose in life. I'm finding things that I was put on this earth to do, and even though it's very hard I'm not giving up! The personal growth that has come from it has amazing. I would love any ideas or comments, as long as they're productive!