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Hi I'm Rebecca

I am a mother. I'm a twin. I love all things chocolate. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I am Rebecca with no middle name. I always wanted a middle name and so when I was a child my mom told me that she almost named me Rebecca Jane instead of just Rebecca, I romanticized about Jane as my middle name. For me Rebecca Jane was kind of like Anne with an “e” from the book "Anne of Green Gables" instead of just plain Rebecca. I am still just plain Rebecca and am a wife and mother of three ages six, two and one. I am an early childhood educator to my own children now but previously taught in a classroom. I try to teach my children everyday and spend quality time with them. My husband and I love to do family centered activities which we call “family fun nights.” I also love to keep memories for my children as a record that we did actually do some fun things between diaper changes, cleaning the house, folding and putting away laundry, and cleaning up messes. I love to take pictures, blog, and create digital scrapbook pages.

Why I am a Mormon

I grew up attending the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints with my parents. I listened and was taught much of the teachings of the church while I was young. One experience that left a huge impression on me was a simple conversation I had on my childhood street with a playmate. I remember my friend who was a devout Catholic standing on the sidewalk as I confided in her that I had a secret to tell her. I wanted to share with her my six year old belief in my church and blurted out “my church is true” which I had heard many adults share about their belief in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. My friend simply looked at me incredulously and said “my church is true too.” It was the first time that I ever wondered about other people who might believe in something different than what I did. I remember worrying and thinking about the idea that I could be wrong. Everything that I had learned could be wrong, and she could be right. My little mind and heart hurt to know that maybe I was being taught something that wasn’t true. 
 Many years have passed since that day with my friend, and I have come to know without a doubt that simple phrase “my church is true” is a testimony of my beliefs. I have come to know through reading and studying the Bible and Book of Mormon, listening to the words of modern day prophets, and praying to have God reveal an answer to me that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is true. The doctrines that are taught speak truth to my spirit. These truths that I have come to know for myself, I label as my testimony. My testimony is that I believe that I have a Heavenly Father who loves me and wants me to return to live with Him again. I believe that He sent His son Jesus Christ as part of a plan so that I could return to live with my Father someday. Because of this blessing I want to do my best here in this life so that I may be able to return to live with my Father in Heaven and my earthly family.

How I live my faith

I seemed to be plagued with a strong desire to have things be just right. Many would label this perfectionism, but to me I am always striving to do better and to be better. There are times every day that I fall short of this because I am only human. I am certainly an imperfect person, mother, and wife. It used to weigh me down about how I am constantly falling short in so many areas. In my quest to find a way to live my imperfect life, I have adopted a phrase by Neal A. Maxwell that is “incremental improvement.” My improvement is all that matters, not the perfection. The increments can be millimeters or miles and both are acceptable. I love that part of my religion is accepting and using the atonement of Jesus Christ in our everyday lives. I need Christ everyday to make up for my missteps and to strive for "incremental improvement." Above all else I have thought a lot about how I would like others to view me and have decided that at my funeral I would like it to be said “that she was a kind person, a good mother and said she was sorry a lot.”