is there a place for heavenly mother in mormon theology?
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S U N S T O N E<br />
to large birth weight. I hated that nurse and the hospital negligent<br />
enough to pay her. I hated my husband <strong>for</strong> say<strong>in</strong>g, “These<br />
th<strong>in</strong>gs happen.” I hated myself <strong>for</strong> be<strong>in</strong>g naïve and not realiz<strong>in</strong>g<br />
that such th<strong>in</strong>gs as birth <strong>in</strong>juries even ex<strong>is</strong>t. I had to do<br />
someth<strong>in</strong>g. I reached <strong>for</strong> the phone and began call<strong>in</strong>g attorneys.<br />
DURING MY WEEK with Elena, she complied half-heartedly<br />
with every test and task to which I set her. Still, rather<br />
than focus<strong>in</strong>g on her abilities, she seemed only to see her d<strong>is</strong>abilities.<br />
Her conversations with me often fell back onto her<br />
struggle to <strong>for</strong>give and her sense of alienation from God. I<br />
hoped th<strong>is</strong> woman of faith needed only the perspective of time<br />
and the luxury of fulfill<strong>in</strong>g the mourn<strong>in</strong>g process be<strong>for</strong>e she<br />
could accept the difficulties <strong>in</strong>flicted upon her by a young man<br />
who one day made a horrible m<strong>is</strong>take.<br />
THE MATERNAL DESIRE to protect a child <strong>is</strong> always<br />
strong, but <strong>for</strong> quite a while, I didn’t want to let my baby girl<br />
out of my sight. One even<strong>in</strong>g, I was hold<strong>in</strong>g her <strong>in</strong> the foyer of<br />
the stake center and l<strong>is</strong>ten<strong>in</strong>g over the <strong>in</strong>tercom system to a<br />
<strong>for</strong>mer general Relief Society president speak<strong>in</strong>g of the birth of<br />
a grandchild. Immediately upon delivery, the president had realized<br />
someth<strong>in</strong>g was terribly wrong because of the way the<br />
baby’s arm had hung limply. She had been <strong>in</strong>jured dur<strong>in</strong>g<br />
birth, but through the faith of her family and the power of the<br />
priesthood, the child rega<strong>in</strong>ed full use of the arm.<br />
As I l<strong>is</strong>tened, I clutched my sleep<strong>in</strong>g daughter, her <strong>in</strong>jured<br />
arm p<strong>in</strong>ned between our hearts. Upon the last “amen,” a<br />
stream of women came through the doors, arms encircled me,<br />
and near-strangers wh<strong>is</strong>pered words of support and com<strong>for</strong>t.<br />
“Th<strong>is</strong> has noth<strong>in</strong>g to do with a lack of faith,” they wh<strong>is</strong>pered<br />
as they stroked my baby’s hair.<br />
I wanted them all to go away. I wanted it all to go away. But<br />
I said, “Thank you.”<br />
As I lay my daughter <strong>in</strong> her crib that night and gazed upon<br />
the unnatural way her right arm turned out, I trembled,<br />
know<strong>in</strong>g th<strong>is</strong> problem was not go<strong>in</strong>g away. Th<strong>is</strong> was someth<strong>in</strong>g<br />
we would live with—and overcome. I thought of Elena.<br />
I thought of her child. I thought of her child grow<strong>in</strong>g up with<br />
a <strong>mother</strong> consumed by resentment, anger, and hatred because<br />
of a fool<strong>is</strong>h m<strong>is</strong>take made by a boy who not only had never<br />
w<strong>is</strong>hed her harm, but who also would probably have done<br />
anyth<strong>in</strong>g to turn back the clock and change h<strong>is</strong> fateful dec<strong>is</strong>ion.<br />
In time, I began draw<strong>in</strong>g parallels between my situation and<br />
Elena’s. I imag<strong>in</strong>ed what it would be like <strong>for</strong> my daughter to be<br />
ra<strong>is</strong>ed by parents who, <strong>for</strong> who-knows-how-many-years,<br />
spoke <strong>in</strong> hushed tones about lawyers and malpractice and justice<br />
and settlements and what her life could have been. I imag<strong>in</strong>ed<br />
myself deliver<strong>in</strong>g Family Home Even<strong>in</strong>g lessons on love,<br />
compassion, and <strong>for</strong>giveness, then sign<strong>in</strong>g settlement documents<br />
and await<strong>in</strong>g a big check. I knew that the doctor and the<br />
nurse who delivered her would never have harmed her <strong>in</strong>tentionally.<br />
I knew that if they could, they, too, would turn back<br />
the clock, change the events, and present me a perfectly<br />
healthy baby girl. Somewhere <strong>in</strong>side I knew they, too, had<br />
prayed <strong>for</strong> her.<br />
I stopped seek<strong>in</strong>g a legal remedy. I <strong>for</strong>gave the medical staff.<br />
I <strong>for</strong>gave myself. I <strong>for</strong>gave God.<br />
OUR DAUGHTER KNOWS that we not only have faith<br />
<strong>in</strong> our Heavenly Father and are will<strong>in</strong>g to accept<br />
when he deals a difficult hand, but she knows that we<br />
have faith <strong>in</strong> her. She knows her parents have the ability to <strong>for</strong>give<br />
a stranger’s m<strong>is</strong>takes, and <strong>there</strong><strong>for</strong>e she knows we will <strong>for</strong>give<br />
hers.<br />
I still th<strong>in</strong>k often of Elena. Like her, I know Chr<strong>is</strong>t <strong>in</strong>structed<br />
us to <strong>for</strong>give, but I believe he did so <strong>in</strong> order that we<br />
will heal ourselves from our own imperfections, be they physical,<br />
emotional, or spiritual, and d<strong>is</strong>cover the real abilities of<br />
our souls. None of us knows what awaits us over the next crest<br />
<strong>in</strong> our life. We hope <strong>for</strong> a clear road, but it <strong>is</strong> our reaction to the<br />
unpredicted hazards which def<strong>in</strong>es us.<br />
SWEAT, THE WORDS, THE<br />
STONE, AND THE MEMORY<br />
The architect has erected the monument once more,<br />
circl<strong>in</strong>g above The Dalles on dry golden heights<br />
of Columbia River wilderness, <strong>for</strong>gett<strong>in</strong>g to cast<br />
shadow l<strong>in</strong>es <strong>for</strong> pass<strong>in</strong>g salmon, those f<strong>is</strong>h<br />
of repetitive time,<br />
th<strong>is</strong> second Stonehenge, puzzl<strong>in</strong>g it together<br />
from h<strong>is</strong>tory and from fairy tale, from the patterns<br />
of travel, migration, a crudely drawn map,<br />
away from hemlocked Cascades and highways<br />
th<strong>is</strong> granite crown <strong>for</strong> Mount Adams’ knees<br />
just big enough <strong>for</strong> the man’s dream<strong>in</strong>g or to catch<br />
hollowed sounds of roar<strong>in</strong>g current be<strong>for</strong>e it slips<br />
away <strong>in</strong>to ocean,<br />
and the w<strong>in</strong>d will hold th<strong>is</strong>, <strong>for</strong> a moment,<br />
shap<strong>in</strong>g the stones <strong>in</strong> cracks and cool<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the sweat from the man’s face; tak<strong>in</strong>g it,<br />
the words, and the stone, and the memory<br />
<strong>in</strong> a breath towards the blu<strong>in</strong>g sunset,<br />
lift<strong>in</strong>g h<strong>is</strong> weight <strong>for</strong> a moment<br />
from the great gravity of earth<br />
—BRANDY MCKENZIE<br />
JULY 2004 PAGE 13