Wednesday, January 28, 2015

My Favorite Son, Andrew

My son Andrew, is 15 years old today! How did that happen?  It really doesn't seem that long ago that he left heaven and joined our family. 

I vividly remember, just hours after Andrew was born, being rolled down the hall in a hospital bed to my hospital room and the nurse in the nursery telling his father and me that our baby boy was still screaming.  Yep, he was vocal then and that really hasn't stopped, he likes voicing his opinions and not afraid to answer questions or debate or argue his point.  But perhaps his excessive screaming on his “birth day” was because of the family he was joining and he already missed his heavenly home.  

Andrew 1 1/2 months old
Andrew’s name was a bit miraculous in how it came to be.  Before he was born, Lance and I had talked about a few names and had a list of possibilities, Andrew being one of them, but still had not decided on a name.  Probably because we had names picked out for our other children and once they were born and we saw them we felt guided to choose a different name.  Andrew was no different.  However, for a day he was “Adam”, but only to us.  We didn’t tell family we were “for sure” on his name, nor did we tell the hospital staff, or have his name put on the birth certificate.  Looking back, I felt like I had the last say on our two older children’s names, both of them girls, and I felt that Lance should have the final say on naming his son.   He chose Adam.  That was good and I was fine with that, Adam was one of the names we discussed and we both liked it.  We wanted a traditional, “classy” name, no strange or unique names for our children, as was becoming the norm.  Lance left the hospital that evening to go back home to be with our little girls.  As the evening and night wore on, I began to be unsettled about the name Adam.  It did not feel right to me.  It also did not feel right for me to tell Lance we needed to change his name.  I prayed about it.  I asked the Lord if this new baby boy was not to be Adam, if He would make it known to Lance too.  The next morning Lance came back to the hospital and explained to me that he didn’t feel right about the name Adam and that we should call him Andrew.  So we did!  I was relieved, I was happy, and the name Andrew felt right for this new little guy in our lives.  Andrew Lance Thaxton was to be his name.   We told his grandparents and others we had decided on the name Andrew.  Lance’s mom shared with him that she liked the name Andrew and went on to remind Lance that January 28th was the birthdate of his Grandma – Irene Lavin Hansen.  Irene’s father was Andrew George Lavin, whose father was Anders Peter Lavin.  The name Andres was a form of “Andrew” and Andres also shared the birthdate of January 28th.  Learning all of this was a confirmation that changing our son’s name from Adam to Andrew was right, and it felt right.  From then on out, we say that Andrew was named after his great-great grandfather and his great-great-great grandfather and shares birthdates with many of his ancestors too.  
Andres Peter Lavin
Andrew's great, great, great grandfather

Anders Peter Lavin
28 January 1855 – 13 February 1944.
Born in Göteryd, Kronoberg, Sweden.  On Family Search, it indicates his occupations included being a carpenter and saw mill operator.  It also describes his physical description as being “sickly, slender, an introvert and quiet”.  

Andrew George Lavin
Andrew's great, great grandfather






Andrew George Lavin
2 November 1887 – 8 July 1964.
Born in Kristianstad, Kristianstad, Sweden.  On Family Search, it indicates he immigrated in 1889 and his physical description was tall and slender.  Family Search also indicates he was drafted in World War I and pictures of him shows that he ran for political office as a Democratic candidate in the third legislative district in 1958 describing him as “efficient, capable, and fearless”.  

Irene Lavin Hansen and Norman Hansen
Andrew's great grandparents

Irene Lavin Hansen - 28 January 1922 – 25 February 2006. 
Born in Salt Lake City, Utah.  Grandma Hansen was a “tom-boy” and enjoyed playing softball, football, and basketball.  One of her favorite Christmas gifts was a football.  She loved school not merely to gain knowledge, but to participate socially with many friends.  In the 9th grade, at Madison Junior High, she experienced the honor of being elected Student Body Vice President.  At Granite High, when she was a junior, she was elected Jr. Vice President.  



The name Andrew means, “strong, manly, brave, and loyal”.  As Andrew has grown, I can see some of these descriptive words being a part of his personality and character.  I don’t like him being called by the nicknames of “Andy” or “Drew” though.  His name is Andrew. 

Andrew 3 years old
He loved wearing this AF flight suit
Andrew is a great kid and growing and changing into a fine young man.  He was a very cute baby but a hard baby and child for me.  He certainly tried my patience – again, and again, and again.  I have stories to tell…. but I’ll save them for another time.    



Playing sports seems to come natural to Andrew and so does being a leader.  He is not easily intimidated or fearful of standing in front of a crowd and speaking or performing.   For example, when he ran for student body officer last year he wore a “Depend” undergarment to pose for pictures for his campaign poster and even wore a “Depend” during his skit in front of the whole student body!   In elementary school he made a bet with someone about something and if Andrew lost he told the person he would wear a tutu to school.  Andrew did, he wore his sister’s pink tutu to school!  He is composed and cool and collected with things like that and doesn't give much thought to what others might think.  I love and admire that about him.  He has great confidence.   However, like many, he easily loses his cool and becomes frustrated when things may not go as expected.  





Andrew has many friends, both boys and girls.  Several smaller children in our neighborhood look up to him, so I know he has lots of younger friends as well.  As an example, a friend of mine called me a few months ago and while I wasn't home, she left a very kind message on my phone.  She had this to say about Andrew, “the boys came home and they we're in Andrew's group last night and they were pretty excited that they were in his group.  They said… their group was the blue Dolphins and Andrew is just so nice, he's the nicest boy, Mom.   So I said well, so you know now what a nice boy looks like who's older and makes good choices and one that you look up too.  Mom, he's a really good kid.”  It was a good mommy moment for me to know that his example is shining big to some younger kids that are watching. 


Andrew’s friends also include his younger cousins, who he enjoys playing and teasing with.  As he has become older, I see his sisters becoming some of his good friends too and that pleases me much.  Andrew is a “social” guy and reminds us frequently of that. Especially lately when we question the number of text messages he sends and receives, and the amount of time he spends with “social media”.  Most always he has preferred being on the go and away at friends’ houses playing and having fun – or as it is called these days “hanging out”.  Playing video games, basketball, and air-soft guns are some of his favorite things to do with his friends. Last year it was a lot of snow skiing.  There was a time where he and a few friends were into swords and creating their own shields and fighting with their Nerf swords.  That was pretty cool.  


 


Andrew is a great student who gets wonderful grades and his teachers always have nice things to say about him.  Right now math comes pretty easy to him.  He understands it and is able to help others. This school year is his first year taking seminary and he loves that class.  At one time he told me it is his favorite class.  Andrew has an awesome teacher that cares and makes the class fun.  Learning about the Gospel in this class is meaningful and full of the spirit testifying of truths.  Andrew had the opportunity to care for a classmate confided to a wheel chair the first part of the year.  The two of them would leave seminary several minutes early and Andrew would wheel him to the lunch area and help get his lunch and then eat lunch with him.  It pleases me to hear of his service and caring ways for his struggling school friend.  

I’m proud of Andrew for achieving the rank of Eagle Scout.  He was awarded that almost a year ago.  It is thrilling to see my children excel and do good things, and Andrew is no exception.  It required a lot of work.  How thankful I am for a dedicated and knowledgeable husband that was supportive and encouraging to his son.  Grateful too for wonderful teachers, youth leaders, Scout leaders, and even extended family for helping, teaching and blessing Andrew’s life.  Their examples and influence has greatly affected his life for the better.  It doesn't take just one to raise a child, but so many.  I truly believe that.  I feel Andrew has been blessed with some of the very best.  In fact, I know so.  In December, he and a group of his friends wrote a letter to their 6th grade teacher at Windridge Elementary, thanking her for her being such a great teacher and sharing ways she had helped and influenced them individually.  I was there for some other business and I saw the tears in her eyes after Andrew and his friends left. Certainly not sad or angry tears.  Rather, she was overcome with emotion probably of gratitude for these good kids and knowing that the things she did several years ago still mattered in these kids’ lives.  It was special to witness. 


Gratitude and appreciation can be far reaching.  Probably like most kids, Andrew complains quite often of the food I fix for dinner.  If he had his choice, it probably would be sweets and treats and cold cereal all day and every day.  I really don’t like the complaining from him (or others), as well as disliking the food when I've gone to the effort to make it, but I DO appreciate his grateful words when I fix some of his favorite meals. 

Andrew is a typical teenage boy that loves sports and has players he really likes most.  He enjoys being on a fantasy basketball and football team with his dad and competing against his uncle.  Lance is so good with sports trivia and I can see Andrew excelling in the same area.  Competitive?  Yes.  He likes to win and is usually hard on himself or the team when it doesn't happen.  His dad and uncle have been his soccer coach for years and basketball coach for a few.   Andrew is a lucky boy that way. 

This is Andrew after he turned 14 last year (2014) and was ordained a Teacher in the Aaronic Priesthood.
Unlce Jason Thaxton, Grandpa Wade, Dad-Lance, Andrew, Grandpa Thaxton,
Brother Allred and Bishop Clayton

As I look back, especially over this past year and the things Andrew has accomplished, I’m very proud to be his mother.  He has grown and matured.  He is a good boy.  He’s got personality.  He is smart and quite responsible.  These days he has a lot of style or “swag” and he cares about how he looks and smells.  He cares about more important things too like being a priesthood holder.  I see him taking great responsibility for his duties.  He desires to serve a mission in a few years and he is doing something about it right now.  Taking full advantage of his time in seminary and learning about the Gospel, strengthening his testimony and Gospel knowledge participating and teaching in his Quorum and Sunday School classes, and fully participating in early Tuesday mornings “Preach My Gospel” study.  It makes me happy to see him doing these things.  It thrills me to hear and see him laughing and getting along well with his sisters.  I know they can drive him crazy, and it is has got to be hard being the only boy with three of them.  It delights me to watch him reading and studying his scriptures, saying his prayers, and when he chooses to serve others.  I am pleased when he works hard and puts effort into doing something right the first time and making his time matter.  I also enjoy seeing him run up and down the court, especially making a basket with ease, or stopping a goal when he plays goalie and even rushing down the field trying to score a goal.  

A big Happy Birthday with lots of wishes to my favorite son.  My Awesome Andrew!  I love him and so pleased he is my son.  

******  Addendum ******

It's now February 2016.  Andrew just celebrated his 16th birthday.  I need to do another post, instead I'll add the picture I took of him and the men that stood in the circle around him when his dad ordained him a priest on Sunday, January 31st.  Also want to share this fun video his sister, Abbey Thaxton, made for him in honor of his birthday.  Just click on the link:


Andrew ordained a Priest by his father, Lance Thaxton, in our home on Sunday, January 31, 2016
L to R:  Brother Mike Houston (Bishopric 2nd counselor), Jason Thaxton, Darryl Thaxton, Lance Thaxton, Andrew Thaxton, Bishop Boyd Clayton, Lewis Wade, and Dave Allred (Bishopric 1st Counselor)


Saturday, December 20, 2014

Jesus Christ - The Prince of Peace

Jesus Christ is the giver of peace, The Prince of Peace.  Isiah prophesied of Jesus Christ years before his birth, "For unto us a child is born, unto us a child is given... and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace." (Isiah 9:6).  


I know this, because the Savior brings peace to my life.  It is true peace, long-lasting peace, and abiding peace that I cannot find in the world - only through Him and because of His atonement.  “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid”  (John 14:27).  This peace comes to me as I think of Him, read of Him, come to Him, and ponder on all that His life and teachings mean to me. 



At Church on Sundays, during the sacramental service, the congregation and I recommit to Him and promise, or covenant, to (1) take upon us His name (to be like Him and stand as His witness), (2) to always remember Him as we go about our days, not just on Sunday or while we are at Church - but always, and (3) to keep His commandants.  Keeping His commandants is one way we show Him that we love Him – “If ye love me, keep my commandments” (John 14:5).  As we do these things, we are promised that we might have His spirit to be with us.  For me, that’s a wonderful promise and the key to peace - having Christ's spirit with me always.  And yet sometimes it is hard to always make happen.  Especially in a fast-paced world where there is constant commotion and things and people that divert our attention.  I am not perfect and occasionally I'll miss, but I have found and learned, that if I find time each day to focus on Him through my scripture reading and study; as well as meaningful, personal prayer and ask in prayer for His spirit to be with me, I feel peace that comes from Him, His spirit.  This causes my days to be better and calmer and happier and I'm able to make better decisions and handle situations better.  His peace reduces the stresses in my life.  He is the Prince of Peace and I hold fast to His promise, “But learn that he who doeth the works of righteousness shall receive his reward, even peace in this world, and eternal life in the world to come.”  (D&C 59:23).

This time of year is full of stress as we prepare and get ready for Christmas, a celebration of Christ's birth.  Think about it.  It does sound crazy.  But I do it.  It happens to the best of us.  Hurrying around making this, buying that, preparing this and that, finding that one perfect gift and getting frustrated when we cannot find it, and spending too much money.  Many of these things do not result in considerable peace.  In essence, true peace comes from something and someone who desires us to be calm and patient, peaceful and kind, loving and long-suffering.  Surely there is need for improvement in how I prepare and my family and I celebrate Christmas.



The visiting teaching message for this month, “The Divine Mission of Jesus Christ: Prince of Peace” has opened my eyes to this subject and has caused me to reflect on it these past several days.  As I’ve done so, I’ve seen some connections and helps along the way.  I know these are not coincidences, but from a loving Heavenly Father that has put them in my path and the spirit that teaches me and allows me to recognize and make the connection back to Christ and His peace.  I’d like to share a few of these resources. 

First, when my own visiting teachers came and visited me earlier this month, the message was personalized just for me.  One of the ladies has a special gift to do that, to take scriptures or experiences and substitute her name or others to make it individually special.  It brought me amazing peace when I heard it.  Having it personalized for me made it meaningful and real.  Published in the December 2014 Ensign, it was from a dream Elder Melvin J. Ballard had years ago.  This is what the personalized version was for me:

LuAnn found herself one evening in the dreams of the night in that sacred building, the temple. After a season of prayer and rejoicing she was informed that she should have the privilege of entering into one of those rooms, to meet a glorious personage, and, as she entered the door, she saw, seated on a raised platform, the most glorious being her eyes have ever beheld or that she ever conceived existed in all the eternal worlds.

As she approached to be introduced, He arose and stepped towards her with extended arms, and He smiled as He softly spoke her name. If she shall live to be a million years old, she shall never forget that smile. He took her into His arms and kissed her, pressed her to His bosom, and blessed her, until the marrow of her bones seemed to melt! When He had finished, she fell at His feet, and, as she bathed them with her tears and kisses, she saw the prints of the nails in the feet of the Redeemer of the world. The feeling that she had in the presence of Him who hath all things in His hands, to have His love, His affection, and His blessing was such that if she can receive that of which she had but a foretaste, she would give all that she is, all that she ever hopes to be, to feel what she then felt!

… She sees Jesus not now upon the cross. She does not see His brow pierced with thorns nor His hands torn with the nails, but she sees Him smiling, with extended arms, saying to us all: “Come unto me!”

Surely I have not had that experience, yet.  But, wow, it just fills me with a great amount of peace and happiness and hope.  I can see it in my mind, standing before the Savior.  I can imagine the true joy I would feel.  It makes me feel loved and causes me to feel a greater amount of love for my Savior.  I know I’ll see Him one day and I hope the experience is very similar to what is described.  If I ever feel overwhelmed, I know this reminder will feel me with peace from Him – The Prince of Peace.   Try it yourself; re-read Elder Melvin J. Ballard’s dream but this time use your name.  

Second, was a recent post from LDS Living - "7 Ways to Replace Stress with Peace from Elder Scott".   The post references back to Elder Scott’s April 2013 Conference Message entitled, "For Peace at Home".  For me, these words are obviously timely, sound and true advice from an apostle of the Lord.  It’s too lengthy to reprint here, so I've included the hyperlinks.  Great stuff, please read them. 



Finally, another resource was from a Christmas song by Amy Grant, "I Need a Silent Night".  I first heard this song a few years ago, maybe even just last year.  I loved the song, probably because I could totally relate.  I would listen to it over and over again on YouTube while working in the kitchen, until I finally decided to buy the song and just add to my music collection.  As I listened to the song again this week and focused my thoughts on the words, it reminded me what we all seek – not just a silent night, but more peace during the hectic, busy Christmas season.  Yep, another connection was made!  True peace comes and the one who gives us that peace is The Prince of Peace.  The music lyrics are below.   For me, instead of an “angel voice”, it is the spirit, the spirit of the Lord that I hear.  [This was kind of fun, I even found a video of David Archuleta singing this song too.]

I've made the same mistake before
Too many malls, too many stores
December traffic, Christmas rush
It breaks me till I push and shove

Children are crying while mothers are trying
To photograph Santa and sleigh
The shopping and buying and standing forever in line
What can I say?

I need a silent night, a holy night
To hear an angel voice through the chaos and the noise
I need a midnight clear, a little peace right here
To end this crazy day with a silent night

December comes then disappears
Faster and faster every year
Did my own mother keep this pace
Or was the world a different place?

Where people stayed home wishing for snow
Watching three channels on their TV
Look at us now rushing around
Trying to buy Christmas peace

I need a silent night, a holy night
To hear an angel voice through the chaos and the noise
I need a midnight clear, a little peace right here
To end this crazy day with a silent night

What was it like back there in Bethlehem
With peace on earth, good will toward men?

Every shepherd's out in the field
Keeping watch over their clock by night
And the glory of the Lord shone around them
And they were so afraid

And the angels said fear not for behold
I bring you good news of a great joy that shall be for all people
For unto you is born this day a Savior, who is Christ the Lord
And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace

I need a silent night, a holy night
To hear an angel voice through the chaos and the noise
I need a midnight clear, a little peace right here
To end this crazy day with a silent night
To end this crazy day with a silent night
(http://www.songlyrics.com/amy-grant/i-need-a-silent-night-lyrics/#6H8vvKYTQiBmW5QF.99)





The Savior brings peace to my life. How blessed I feel to know  and experience this.  I love Him.  I'm grateful for His life, His example and His incomprehensible atoning sacrifice. 

To conclude, I wish you all a Merry Christmas as we celebrate the birth of The Prince of Peace.  Jesus Christ is Christmas!  I echo that “He is the light, the life, and the hope of the world.  His way is the path that leads to happiness in this life and eternal life in the world to come. God be thanked for the matchless gift of His divine Son” (The Living Christ: Testimony of the Apostles)  May you see evidence of His peace this season and throughout the New Year.