STMMTO

I'd like to write my own obituary. With my tendency to procrastinate, I probably won't get around to it. I'd also like to design my own headstone, but the darn things are so expensive that I think I'll just let my children pick out something simple and cheap. If I did get to choose, I'd like one of several favorite sayings engraved on it. "Everyone Needs a Proofreader" is one I've thought of, but irony would step in and someone would misspell my name. I wouldn't mind something noble or even schmaltzy like a quote from Don Quixote or a line from Desiderata but I refuse to have someone be cynical at my graveside, and you've got to know someone would be a smart-aleck about anything sentimental.



My actual choice if given one would likely be the title of this blog--Some Things Matter More Than Others. STMMTO. In my classroom, I have four things listed that matter: People, Effort, Respect and Attitude. Those are important for a classroom, but if I had to choose what things matter over the course of my life, I would choose these four: Family, Friends, Faith and um . . . no, I can't have a cute alliterative saying on my headstone forever. Maybe I'll lump family and friends into People; Faith is important but so is Hope, but if I added that, I'd have to include Charity and then I . . . . . . no, I can't do that either. The truth is that some things do matter more than others, but it's hard to put that into four words.

For example, I've been a volunteer at our library for a couple of years. I love it. I get to sort books and price them for the store that the Friends of the Public Library have. I usually worked 4-8 hours a week, but I had to stop for awhile. It's a busy year and I was a little over-extended. One of the things keeping me busy are the two cutest grandsons in the world. My daughter is finishing her degree--two semesters to go--four nights a week. My son-in-law works a 6 pm to 6 am shift right now so I'm the designated nanny at least two nights a week. I have my own nanny's quarters (fine, it's a guest room that other people use, too) so I can spend the night. Since they live in the town I teach in, 25 miles from my house, I stay over even though she gets home about 9:30 pm. Volunteering at the library is a good thing to do. It matters. Helping my daughter any way I can to finish her degree matters more. I can't help her financially and while it's a stretch to say I'm helping at all since I'd be at her house seeing the boys at least that often anyway, it is something she needs.

Time is usually inherent in my choice of what matters to me, as is money. I guess anything you have a finite supply of becomes important when you decide how to spend it. And so here's some of what matters to me: paying tithes and offerings, books, visiting friends in other states (and countries when I'm lucky), reading to Clyde and Will, playing board games with my family, attending the Temple, and tending to the plants inside and outside of my house. I spend money on silly things that don't matter, but not too much and not too often. I watch a little more TV than I should, but again, not too much and not too often. There are a few things that should matter more to me like exercise, but I'm far from perfect in levels of self-discipline.

Meanwhile, back to my headstone. My parents actually have four words each on their headstones. My dad's reads, "Husband, Father, Teacher, Friend" and my mom's words are "Calm, Loyal, Loving, Strong." Maybe four words can be meaningful. Maybe I'll borrow from them--Pamela Hunter-Braden, Loving Mother, Teacher, Friend. I like it. No rush though--I need 30 or so more years to practice doing what matters most.