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Monthly Archives: July 2014

My 20th high school class reunion is quickly approaching. The countdown is most definitely on. There’s not much you can do to prepare for a class reunion, but I’ve prepared for the day as best as I can. I sent in my $45/couple fee, RSVP’d on the Facebook event page, and engaged classmates in conversation about who’s bringing a spouse to…

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  • Tara N.July 31, 2014 - 8:48 am

    Love it!ReplyCancel

    • AmyJuly 31, 2014 - 12:11 pm

      Thanks Tara! Hope to see you there. 🙂ReplyCancel

I was in my car. The music was loud, but slow, spiritual and soulful. Just the way I like it. The sunset stayed right alongside me as I drove. It was gorgeous, breathtaking in fact. I couldn’t help but think that God was gracing me with a taste of heaven in those moments. All I wanted to do was pull over…

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  • Jeremy MoksnesAugust 24, 2014 - 6:05 pm

    She is my auntReplyCancel

  • Tracy HennenAugust 23, 2014 - 5:00 pm

    Teresa is my sister, thank you for posting this!!ReplyCancel

  • devinAugust 23, 2014 - 2:35 am

    That was my momReplyCancel

    • AmyAugust 25, 2014 - 2:04 pm

      Dear Devin, I am so glad you found the post. Your mom was loved and I just know she loved you very much. I hope and pray you are well and that God blesses your life.ReplyCancel

  • kellyAugust 23, 2014 - 1:11 am

    This is my sister Teresa and if you knew her you would know how amazing she was. She was the best sister anyone could ask for. She taught me everything and was always there for me not matter when I needed her. She is so love and missed by her family, kids and husband! It doesn’t suprise me that you were lead to her because she always had such a bright spirit. I love and miss her every day!ReplyCancel

    • AmyAugust 25, 2014 - 2:10 pm

      Kelly, it is an honor to know that you found the post I wrote about your sister. Thank you for sharing more about Teresa and how amazing she was. I can only imagine how much she is missed. I will continue to keep your entire family in my thoughts and prayers. Peace to you as you continually honor your sister’s life and grieve her absence, all from a sister’s heart of love.ReplyCancel

  • Vicki ThunstromAugust 7, 2014 - 6:41 pm

    Wow Amy, this is lovely………..God is so good!ReplyCancel

  • Eileen Jacobson Isackson HagenbrockJuly 25, 2014 - 5:37 am
  • Jennifer JohnsonJuly 25, 2014 - 5:12 am

    How breathtakingly beautiful Amy. I’m stunned. Thank you for sharing this todayReplyCancel

  • Tom BaunsgardJuly 25, 2014 - 4:47 am

    God lead the way for you to visit Teresa’s grave… not just a coincidence… ReplyCancel

To mamas known and mamas unknown. This post is for you. I’ve wanted to write this for a while, for mamas undecided, for mamas who aren’t quite sure whether they’re done having kids or not. So mamas? Let’s chat about this question that’s pressing on your heart… How will I know when I’m done having kids? But…

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  • Jessica Revak MilkesJuly 23, 2014 - 3:55 pm

    Amy this is just perfect!! You and I are on the same page :). I’m always proud to call you my friend & I’m always amazed at what is in that beautiful mind of yours. Thanks for sharing these thoughts!! ReplyCancel

  • Colleen Chastek LeaverJuly 23, 2014 - 1:34 pm

    I loved this Amy!! Great Post. It took me back to the days when I had those very same questions rolling through my head and many of the answers to those questions I found here in your post.. The very same questions I asked myself and the same answers that lead me to my decision that our family was complete with 3 boys. EVEN though I longed to have a girl, in my heart of hearts, I knew 3 was my number :))ReplyCancel

  • LeAnn SatherJuly 23, 2014 - 9:34 am

    I clearly remember the day you came to me at a business event and asked the question of me about having more babies. Our two oldest are the same age and then I had two more before your baby was born. I feel honored that you felt compelled to ask me about how we ever made the decision to have one more. I told you that if it was so heavy on your heart that you would never regret having one more beautiful life, but you may grow older and wonder and regret not having one more and then it would be too late. We even struggled for a couple of years about adding number 5. We are both now confident that 4 is the number that God intended us to raise. Prayer is definitely the best way to seek clarity. Beautiful post Amy.ReplyCancel

    • AmyJuly 24, 2014 - 1:07 pm

      Thanks, LeAnn. I clearly remember that day as well. You are similar to me in many ways. I trust and value your opinion and admire who you are. So you were definitely one person I knew I wanted to ask. I’m confident I would’ve regretted NOT having one more…it was weighing too heavy on my heart. Now, I have full confidence that our decision to have a 3rd was right for us. (even though I never, ever planned to have three). Grateful for your words and support.ReplyCancel

We had one cold, windy and dreary day on Monday. According to the weather forecasters, it was the coldest day we’ve seen in Minnesota on July 14th since 1884. We were all cold. And quite honestly, we didn’t have much to do. Yep, the good ‘ol mid-summer phrase “I’m bored” came out for the first time that…

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Four months ago, I met with wise counsel in a coffee shop. She sat with me for three or four hours. I hadn’t had anyone spend that much focused one-on-one time with me, be so patient and gentle, listen so intently, or ask such thoughtful, deep questions of me for a long time. I needed…

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  • Katie Anderson NybergNovember 16, 2014 - 11:08 pm

    In the process, I realized that my identity was my foundation in her. Everything that she did, planned, decided, accomplished was all on her own. Through example she gave me a priceless foundation and plenty of room to grow as a person in my identity.
    And that foundation was built without her ever saying a word. It was all example of strength, handling things on your own- independent strength and confidence.
    My having no hesitation with any task but just taking it on automatically. And finding the opportunity in obstacles to accomplishment!

    It turns out that I knew exactly who I was. And inside, I think I always knew that. All of her amazing qualities I learned from her!
    I was never really lost in my identity without her here with me.
    It was the comfort I was so terribly missing!

    My conclusion is this. We choose our identity. We take it in by example subconsciously when we learn by good example.
    The good qualities influenced in us, at some time have to be nurtured, challenged to grow by us.
    We make choices and utilize opportunities to decide our identity!
    We’re not just a product of our circumstances.
    Despite circumstances your identity is determined by us.
    Our circumstances aren’t what define our identity.
    We can choose to grow in our identity. Or choose to wonder about our identity.
    Choosing to grow and improve is a lifelong venture.
    And you can change you identity by growing in it!
    So we don’t have to feel “lost” or wonder “who we are”
    without your Everything!
    When that most special and influential persons absence is so terribly missed,
    that foundation isn’t.
    It was always there!ReplyCancel

  • Katie Anderson NybergNovember 16, 2014 - 10:41 pm

    Or maybe better described as my solid identity without parents.

    But not being able to pick up the phone, or have conversations with Gramma, I was somewhat lost. Only because she was such an enormous part of my life! My wanting her to be proud, the duty I felt in always meeting her expectations of me, knowing her insight was always about what was best for me and then best for the girls & I. My immense respect in her suggestions and thoughts.
    Never from feeling incapable, or a desire to please her or make her happy.
    I already had strength in those independent skills.

    Something that has had to be part of my grieving process in her death-
    figuring out who I am without her.
    Because she was such a huge part of my life.
    Because Gramma and I had a special closeness and bond together like no other. Our relationship was much stronger and more significant than any relationship she had with other relatives. I loved being her “favorite”
    and hold on to that knowledge of comfort as I miss her so!
    Literally the majority of my life, her significance was so meaningful and important! She was my unconditional constant!

    As time goes by with her absence, instead of “figuring out” who i am without her,
    I’ve chosen to decide who I am without her.
    What my identity was going to be, and confidence in my identity.

    Not a journey most people need to make regarding identity when at 93 your EVERYTHING is no longer with you.
    And what a journey its been!ReplyCancel

  • Katie Anderson NybergNovember 16, 2014 - 10:12 pm

    my own identity. Because it was so separate from my parents. Im sure as a result of having to grow up so fast. Not having the luxury to just be completely carefree, or to be the age I was.
    So regarding my parents, my identity was my own. I had to make decisions and choices based on my own careful consideration.
    Although not ideal,
    I learned so much! I knew my strengths and weaknesses.
    I knew what the goal was to be accomplished and just did it.
    I was solid in my identity without my parents influence.
    Extremely confident in my abilities to make decisions and choices.
    My parents didn’t offer opinion or insight and I didn’t ask.

    But because of my enormous respect, love, belief and trust in Gramma, her thoughts and opinions were a huge part of my identity!
    Something that was always there and I could count on!
    And know it was always in my best interest. And then,
    the best interests of Samantha, Gina, & I.

    When Gramma died there was an immediate questioning in my identity without out her.
    Who am I, and what is my identity without Gramma?
    I literally felt like I had no idea who I was other than my identity with my parents.ReplyCancel

  • Katie Anderson NybergNovember 16, 2014 - 9:56 pm

    My daughters Samantha and Gina, and of course Gramma as well!
    Every decision and choice I made was centered around the most precious people in my life!
    So often Gramma had expectations, opinions, and suggestions which always factored in which were always in my best interest. And then, in the best interest in Me, Samantha and Gina.
    I am a strong, independent, confident woman and mother. But never so careless to not consult with Gramma or not consider her ideas and suggestions.
    Looking back, I realized just how important Grammas insight was in influencing my life and the lives of my girls. She was always right even when I was reluctant.
    Like choosing SCSU to attend college. Was the best choice I could have possibly made for the girls and I! We thrived, had experiences and met people, had opportunities that you can’t really utilize anywhere else.
    St. Cloud is just one big small town.

    Growing up was something I had to do entirely too fast. I had adult responsibilities and obligations at a very young age.
    The necessity of my having to take on those adult roles was due to my parents inability to “parent” at the time. So I was solid in knowing how my identity related-
    more like lack thereof,
    my identity wrapped up in my parents influenceReplyCancel

  • Katie Anderson NybergNovember 16, 2014 - 9:34 pm

    Amy I so enjoyed reading this!
    And yes, your calling is to write!
    Your work is eloquent, thoughtful, and your passion for writing is truly felt!
    When Gramma passed away in April 2013, without her I have given so much thought to my identity. Because so much of my identity was through her!
    She was my EVERYTHING! From the moment I was born. The majority of my life was centered and based in her.
    When I became a Mother, my life was centered and based around my
    daughters Samantha and Gina. And GrammaReplyCancel

  • Vicki ThunstromAugust 7, 2014 - 6:58 pm

    I’ll definitely be pondering this question later!ReplyCancel

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