A not-so-perfect "Mormon" mom

My kids have issues. Seriously, though, who doesn't have issues! Anyway, my youngest son ("J") was recently diagnosed with ADHD (Oh boy, do I HATE labels!). The doctor suggested we take him to therapy to help him work through his "Oppositional Defiant Disorder" that supposedly goes along with ADHD. At this point, I'm willing to try anything (except to accept a label or 'diagnosis' with something that is mostly an acronym). So, today, J had his intake appointment. We both felt that it took forever, but then, we were both pretty hungry too. While it was mostly paperwork and a bunch of questions, I did learn a few things: A) Some therapists WAY overcharge for a one hour appointment. (More on this in a minute.) B) All or mostly all adopted kids have anger issues, regardless of how they were raised or how they ended up being adopted. (So nice to know it's not all my fault!) C) My son might not actually have ADHD. Sometimes it's good to get a secon...

That's an expression often heard in the Mormon community. I don't know about other 'communities'. Anyway, I love the first verse in the Book of Mormon, "I, Nephi, having been born of goodly parents, therefore I was taught somewhat in all the learning of my father;". I love that Nephi (knee-fi) honored his parents at the very beginning of his record keeping. What a great example to follow.  (BTW, I am no where near even being a scriptorian (I think that's a word.). I fail to read my personal scriptures. I need to work on that.) I also have goodly parents. They taught me to choose the right and to be a good person. I know how to clean well, have good grooming habits, cook and bake, mowing, weeding, and other outdoor things. My dad was a mechanical engineer, and I think I've inherited  some  of his skills. I can usually figure things out. My mom was an excellent home maker. We were spoiled and didn't even know it. We had home cooked breakfast before...

I'm starting with my most recent, most heart breaking issue with being a Mormon mom. I know, but I have felt for some time that it needs to be said. It needs to be announced. It needs to be shared. I have no idea if anyone will ever even look at this blog, but my hope in sharing this is to let others know - you are not alone. Note - I tend to go off on tangents and possibly rants, so try to stay with me. My oldest child, "C", has broken my heart. He is 20 years old. He is not on a mission. In our 'Mormon' community, this is one of those things that possibly circles the gossip chain but that no one ever really wants to talk about. ("why isn't he on a mission? why did he come home early?", etc.) We found out only a couple of years ago that he had been addicted to pornography since about age 9 - yes NINE! I had no clue. I just found out last week that a couple of my other children might have had a clue, but I did not. So after moving from the plac...

There have been so many thoughts in my head about expressing myself in regards to being a mom as well as being a "Mormon" mom. Actually, that last one is all I know. (If you don't know what a Mormon is, it is a nickname for members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Visit lds.org  for more information.) Just a little background....I have been a member of the LDS church all my life. I was born to two wonderful people who have been members all their lives as well. I love this church! I love the teachings, the history, the people. I am NOT perfect! (No one is, by the way, just in case you were wondering.) I always wanted to be a mom. That's what I wanted to be. Yep, a mom. Now that I'm here, I'm not sure exactly WHAT I was thinking! Seriously! This is hard! Sometimes I just plain don't like it.