Dont worry, it’s not what you’re thinking. I’m not pregnant, again, and I’m not fostering or adopting anyone. But Jordan and Halle DID choose a “brother and sister” last night.
We were minding our own business during the Toby Mac concert by eating (lots of food in our Jazz suite), dancing and laughing. There were several opening acts before Toby came out, and they were all good. One of the people started talking about how if there were 100 people in the world, everyone there in the Vivint arena would represent the first person standing in the line — as far as physical blessings were concerned. I totally agreed with his logic, and that because of this, we all have a responsibility to do what we can to help out the people “in the back of the line”.
He talked about a program where you can sponsor a child in another part of the world, and he showed pictures with his own sponsored “son”. Then he offered to the crowd of thousands of people to pick their own child to sponsor and asked who was interested. Scattered through the area were people raising their hands and volunteers were bringing them profiles of children to look at.
I started raising my hand, and then jumping up and down, because people don’t pay attention to the weirdos in the box, or maybe they can’t see us, I don’t know. Either way, nobody was listening to me. I turned back to look at Jon and he smiled because he knew I was on a mission! He gave me some cash because I didn’t have any, and I grabbed Jordan and Halle’s hand and left the suite to find a child to sponsor.
“Mom, I can’t wait to pick out a little sister! Mom, can I sponsor a little sister?” Halle asked me as we made our way down do the main floor. “A SISTER!?” Jordan yelled! “I already have enough sisters! Six is enough!”
So I did what any (in)sane person would do; I let them each sponsor a child! It was really cool because as we were picking who we’d slonsor, the artist/speaker (I don’t know his name) came out and took a picture with us!
Halle found Merlyn first and she was sure about her choice. She wanted a younger sister that “loved to draw”. There were several of those, but she connected with her. She’s from Guatemala and has such a sweet look about her. Halle is excited to be her pen pal and send her clothes. She said, “I just had a feeling about her that she was right.” She’s upstairs right now packing up her build-a-bear to ship overseas! I don’t think Merlyn as any idea what’s about to hit her!
Jordan, on the other hand, was a lot more particular. He made us visit four different tables with many options on each one, until he found Waner. He also wanted a little brother who liked to draw and one he could possibly meet someday. Waner lives in the Dominican Republic and we have friends that live there, so we thought maybe it would be an option. He also wanted him to be younger that him, and he recently turned 5 on January 31st. Jordan said “He looks like a good younger brother and he likes drawing so we can send each other pictures.”
So, true to “Moss style” Jon and I brought 14 kids to the concert and we left with 16! If you want to sponsor a child, too, you can contact this company:
It is overwhelming to think how many kids need help and that a child starves to death every three seconds, somewhere in the world. But we can each do something. I’ll be paying $38.00 a month, each, to Merlyn and Waner. It will be well worth the experience our family will have of learning from them and sharing our blessings with them.
And so in celebration, we danced the rest of the night away!
I’ve been hearing random people say that they saw me in a magazine and yesterday I finally saw it! I remember being interviewed a few months back and also having the photoshoot, but I had no idea where and when it would be printed. I’m heading to school right now, so I can’t write much about it – but it’s an honor to be featured in this magazine!
I have a great love of learning and encouraging women to find their passions and to develop them. It’s taken me over two decades to go back to school to finish what I started, but every minute has been worth figuring out how to fit it into my life. I’ve met women in my classes that have taken one or two classes over many years and are now graduating, and I’ve met women who mostly do online school and are graduating with more skills to better support their families.
Every person I meet at school, every day, gives me hope that I can keep going. School is not easy for me. I have to study longer for a test than most people I talk to, and I still don’t get the best grade. But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m working hard at something that is hard for me. Challenging myself is the only way I can continue to grow. And if putting myself out there in the colleges’ magazine can inspire at least one person, it’s worth it.
I said to Jon last night, “Now I really can’t drop out!”
Today I woke up and got the kids off to school, like I’ve been doing for the 21 years, and then went trail-run/hiking/walking in my favorite place. As I was running through this valley, I was thinking, the mountains don’t care if you didn’t get ready before you came to work out that day. They don’t care if your clothes match and they certainly aren’t counting your calories. It’s a non-judgemental place to be free and create. Create your mindset. I took a little longer today and sat in a clearing to pray and write personal notes. Praying in nature is so powerful and I plan to do it more often. As parents, we spend so much brain power on helping our children. This is so important, but so is our personal sanity and peace. Have a great day!
I don’t know about you, but being a Mother of boys is weird. Their whole life, they wear simple shirts, basic pants or shorts, and pretty average shoes. There aren’t that many options for haircuts for them, (unless you’re like me and shave MOM into the back of their head) and their socks are basically black or white. Their ties are probably the most exciting thing they wear to show their individuality and even that is pretty boring.
What in the world are these people thinking? Today was the first day I had to get Jordan’s patches sewn on his shirt and I nearly had a breakdown. I asked Jordan where I was supposed to attach all of those things and he told me the arm, so I started sewing it on the arm. Then I decided that I’d better first check online…
Needless to say, I got out the blue thread and started sewing. I couldn’t figure out why it was so hard to sew on the patch until Ella walked out and started laughing. She told me it was iron on but it was too late. I was confused because it said it was a temporary patch that was changed out each year. I couldn’t figure out why I’d glue something on each year and then have to rip it off. Anyway, here is the video. It’s a lot easier to watch than to explain myself.
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Last night I was standing at the information table at the Women’s Leadership meeting at UVU, just acting like I knew what I was doing when a super cute lady walked up and called me by name. I looked at her closely to see if I knew who she was. I meet new people every day and sometimes it’s hard to keep everyone straight. With around 2,000 people that work with us, new people I meet in the non-profit world, and the students in my classes – I can hardly remember my own children’s names. And don’t even ask me to try and recall their birthdates. Heck, I can barely remember the year they were born when the doctor asks me so they can look it up on their computer.
Anyway, this darling lady that called me by name said, “Are you Janae?” and I said that indeed, I was. Then she looked at Brighton and Ella, which I drug to the conference to help me and get good info with me, and she said she recognized them as well. I asked her how I knew her and she smiled and said that I didn’t. I was confused and asked her to further explain. She went on to tell me that she had followed my pinkmoss.com blog before Facebook was a big deal and that she knew so many fun things about our family. I laughed and gave her a big hug. She felt like an old friend to me, which is exactly how my blog feels. It’s like a long-lost friend that moved away, and I’m horrible at long distance relationships. Just ask Mandy, or Kori, or Melinda. They are some of my very favorite people in this world and I never reach out. Even my own Mother and Father would say they probably wouldn’t know if I visited Mars until I posted about it on Facebook.
Well, this meeting with my blog friend got me thinking. I miss my blog so much and I always do. I want to have time to do everything. I am writing countless papers for school and (GUESS WHAT) writing some really awesome stuff for the Parent Advocacy Council that will be taken nationwide. Anyway, I miss my parents and I miss my best friends and I miss my blog. Jon just walked through the room and asked me what I was doing – just now – and as I expressed my thoughts, he gave some great advice to JUST HAVE FUN! Write because it’s fun and don’t let it be overwhelming. So there you have it.
And because I feel like writing two blog posts today, I think I will. I have a story to tell.
I spend a lot of time writing papers for school. Some of them wouldn’t be interesting to share on my blog, but I believe that some are. This week I had to write a quick reflection on a moment in our lives that began developing our leadership skills. This is what I shared:
As we discussed in class last week, we were supposed to pick a time in our lives that had an impact on us and helped develop our leadership qualities. As I thought back over my life, I remembered small but significant experiences that made a difference in my life. This is the first meaningful one I can remember.
I was young, probably eight years old. I went to McDonalds with my dad to get a Happy Meal. This didn’t happen very often and so I was extremely excited! I remember watching my dad leave the car to run in to get the food. On the way in, he smiled at a lady and talked to her for a minute. I wondered who the woman was because I didn’t recognize her. After I waited in the car for what seemed like forever, I saw my dad emerging from the beautiful doors with the golden “M.” I could hardly contain my excitement!
When he jumped into the car, I asked him who the woman was. He told me that he didn’t know. I asked him why he was talking to her if he didn’t know who she was. He said, “Janae, I don’t know who she was but she’ll spend all day trying to figure out who I am.Did you see how happy she was to have have someone say hi to her? You don’t need to know someone to smile and say ‘hello’ and she will have a better day because someone took the time to talk to her.”
It was a simple message that hit me to the core, even at such a young age. This wasn’t the only time I remember my dad doing this. He talked to strangers everywhere he went, always. Sometimes, as I got a little older, I remember feeling embarrassed that he would do such a thing. He looked silly, from my perspective, and sometimes I had to hide my face while he had seemingly meaningless conversations.
As I got even older, I remember my dad being a principal at a junior high and then a high school. On special occasions I’d get the chance to go to work with him. It was always so fun to watch him pull out a big wad of keys for the building, and I loved that he could get us access to any room in the high school. We would swim, go ice skating, “help” in his office and even sometimes go to dances. He walked faster than I could ever keep up with, and so I learned to run/walk beside him. But everywhere we went and no matter who we saw, he always waved hi and smiled. He took particular interest in each person, even if they looked very uncomfortable. And because of this, he was loved.
Everyone spoke highly of my dad because he took the time to invest in them, if only for a moment. He genuinely cared for the general well-being of people, and I could feel it. As I grew, he’d remind me of this simple truth, that if I would say hi and smile, I would always have friends. And he was right. I have always had friends from all sorts of backgrounds. I genuinely love people and I appreciate their journeys. They don’t have to be like me for me to love them. Some people would say this is unsafe or naive, but I’ve chosen to live this way instead of inside a hard outer shell of safety. Maybe this is where my “Woo” comes from on the very top five “Strengths Finder” test. I’m sure I was born with a tendency to be this way, but watching my dad understand the implications of human nature really helped me to further develop this skill.