Do you know what I FAILED to do today!? I failed to talk about Constitution Day with my kids! I also failed to watch President Nelson's BYU devotional, because honestly, I forgot about both things.
I miss home schooling because there is more time available for the things that matter MOST.
I am beginning to wonder, now that all my school aged children are in actual regular school this year, how anyone accomplishes anything this way!? I suppose conventional wisdom (and experience) would say that having your kids home all day would make it difficult for you to accomplish anything. But having them gone isn't a bit easier - at least when it comes to the most important things.
In my opinion, the most important things that happen in a day happen once the kids come home and the family is together. The most important part of motherhood is interacting with and teaching my children! Yet once they come home, everything is a mad rush. Rush to activities. Rush to fulfill commitments. Rush to make and eat dinner. Rush to read scriptures as a family. Rush to get kids off to bed. The space between after school & bed is a mad rush! There is just so. little. time.
But since this is the position I am in right now, I will resolve to discuss Constitution Day with my kids tomorrow (maybe during dinner?) and we will find time at some point this week to watch President Nelson's devotional. Meanwhile, I'd like to take a moment and pat myself on the back for the things I DID do today (because if I don't, who will!?):
* I made sourdough starter waffles with freshly made whip cream for breakfast. The kids didn't appreciate it, but it was seriously awesome - both delicious and mostly healthy!
* I went over our finances with a fine toothed comb. I really dug in and got it done - I crunched those numbers like a champ!
* I took a shower! I didn't actually do my hair, but at least I'm clean, right?
* I made a delicious dinner from scratch. Ok, so I do this most days. It still counts.
* I remembered to take a cute picture of Jason and Summer reading on the couch together. I even took a little video! This alone practically makes me a superhero. Ha ha ha!
* I led what was at least a semi-meaningful discussion about the verse: "Ask and ye shall receive, knock and it shall be opened unto you." I think at least one of the kids got something out of it.
* I did animal kisses with Brighton tonight before bed. I dread the day he decides they aren't cool any more!
* I found the shirt Weston wants to wear tomorrow buried in the depths of the clean clothes pile, therefore relieving myself of the burden of staying up to do an extra load of laundry tonight. I'm seriously so thrilled. I'd probably be more thrilled if all the clothes were folded and put away already - but hey, baby steps.
* I didn't eat after dinner. Major accomplishment (I love to snack at night)!
Aside from the fact that it is almost 1:00 AM and I still have to make kids' lunches, I'd say bravo! Oh yeah, I didn't help anyone with homework tonight. Darn, I was almost impressed!
"Tomorrow I will do more and be better," is sometimes the line that I use on myself. Even though I know tomorrow will be filled with some successes and some failures, I do hope I am a little better...and that I actually do my hair.
Success is found in the honest reality of our flawed lives, as long as we are striving. My goal is not to be perfect, as it once was. My goal is to keep striving with a hopeful heart. Sometimes it takes courage to keep going when constantly faced with the discouraging truth of our imperfect lives, but there really is value in pausing to appreciate the positive. It can be brutal thinking about all that is out of our control, or all that we did not get done. But taking a moment to applaud what we WERE able to do that day can be so liberating - even when all we can say for the day is that we survived! So give yourself a pat on the back. You did it! Now quickly go get a few insufficient hours of sleep so you can wake up tomorrow morning and do it all again!
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Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Measuring success in motherhood
I have decided that I need a checklist - not the typical one that is full of all the tasks I need and want to accomplish in a day, but a realistic one that reflects my highest values and goals. Concrete measurements for success as a mother really don’t exist. I mean, come on - I don’t think any of us will really know how effective we have been until our kids turn 18 and leave the house. Even then, they have agency to act for themselves, so who is to say their behavior is reflective of MY success as their mother? I find the ambiguity of measuring my success in life discouraging. I long for a feeling of real accomplishment - and most days it completely eludes me. Often I feel like a failure. I am striving to look at myself differently, though, because I want to live an empowered life. I want to inspire others, not by showing them how perfect I can be (which is a joke anyway, because I am so painfully far from perfect in every aspect of life), but by exuding happiness and genuine confidence in the face of life’s challenges. I always think of my mom - cheerful and positive, encouraging and hopeful, never pessimistic and virtually never expressing disappointment in us! I want to be more like that.
I will inevitably need to make adjustments, but it is a start. And certainly some things on this list are more important than others, but I am trying to introduce an element of progress in there without overwhelming myself (hence only 10 minutes of exercise a day)! What do you think? I am interested in suggestions, although obviously this is the type of thing that is highly personal. The goal is to essentially determine what success means to you, and then focus on creating it by consistently doing the small and simple things to create it each day. And even when a million things go undone that do need to be done (but that don’t determine your true progress as a human), you can avoid the ache of despair that sometimes accompanies such a day. You will know that your day was, in fact, very much in line with your larger life goals - and recognize a genuinely successful day for what it is. Is this not one one the most formidable challenges of motherhood!? Please share any insights you may have on this topic! How do you measure your success as a mother?
Being negative is not in my nature…so when I start feeling pessimistic or critical of people, something is off. The kind of positivity I want to exude is borne of genuine happiness, and happiness is only possible through a feeling of progress - of working towards a defined goal that inspires and motivates me. I think most people are this way! My mom remains my main life mentor, so I first think of her. She found her sense of motivation, progress, and enthusiasm for life largely through her professional goals. The happiness that came from her pursuit to serve others through her business truly created a sense of excitement and progress in our home. I never heard my mom complain about the difficulty of life (although she faced a fair number of extraordinary challenges)! Instead, there was a lot of emphasis on goals and on focusing on what we wanted to create in our lives.
I want to be this way, too! I have come to the realization recently that what I lack is the feeling of happiness borne of PROGRESS. For too long I have been in a state of survival. Sometimes that is ok, but I think over the long haul it can suffocate a person. I understand now how easy it is to just get into the rut of survival mode. It begins with a legitimate crisis. But regular life can feel like an endless barrage of difficulties, even when there is no real crisis. It is hard to reach higher to attain some goal beyond surviving when you already have way more on your plate than you can handle! And that is one of the lessons I have learned these past 10 years as a mother - you will NEVER have a manageable number of things on your preverbal plate. NEVER. People say you ought to prioritize. Well, what are you supposed to do when the VERY most important priorities aren’t all doable in the same day? The realization that I am utterly incapable of staying on top of even the most basic “must-do’s” in life has been a difficult pill to swallow. I have fought against it for years. Surely, there must be some way to do it all! And by do it all, I really just mean do the basics. I would be rich if I had a dollar for every unrealistic to-do list that I have written and failed to complete in a day.
Just recently, I have had a new idea. I am tired of struggling with disappointment and living in survival mode. 10 years from now, if I were to look back on this day, how would I gauge my success? Certainly it wouldn’t be determined by how clean my house was, or ruined by the fact that I didn’t get dressed until 3pm that day and went to the store looking like a hobo (and inevitably ran into someone I knew).
Looking through a clearer, more perfect lens, what does a successful day look like at this point in my life?
Looking through a clearer, more perfect lens, what does a successful day look like at this point in my life?
This is the question I seek to answer for myself. My goal is to create a checklist, one that I can look at throughout the day to keep myself on track, and by which I can reflect honestly on my success at the conclusion of each day.
I know it is going to be a work in progress, and I know that this method will be flawed too. But this feels like a better direction - one that will lead me to be more authentic and hopefully find a greater degree of satisfaction. Here are some of the ideas for this check list so far:
* Did I offer a genuine prayer today, humbly pleading for the Lord’s inspiration and sincerely thanking Him?
* Did I strive to keep the Spirit with me today and stay open to any promptings I might receive?
* Did I strive to let love dominate my interactions with my children (and others)?
* Did I spend at least 5 minutes of one-on-one time having real conversation, playing a game, learning together, or doing something with each child today?
* Did I spend at least 10 minutes doing one of the following: reading, playing piano, writing, or creating
something that brings me joy?
* Did I do real exercise for at least 10 minutes today?
* Did we do family scripture study and both morning and nightly prayer?
* Did I read to the kids?
* Did the kids do math, reading, and writing today of some kind? (I homeschool, so this is a must!)
* Did I learn something new with the kids today?
* Did I find a reason to thank each of my kids today for something?
* Did I tell Jason how much I love and appreciate him?
* Did I reach out to someone today, if even just through a text?
* Did I make at least one really good, nourishing meal for my family today?
* Did I take my supplements and have the kids take theirs?
* Did I go to bed before midnight?
Weekly:
Monday: FHE - was the Spirit felt, even if just for a brief time?
Sunday: Did we write in our family journal? Did I ask the kids all about what they learned in church today?
Friday, December 11, 2015
This lil' wild one
Brighton just turned 3 on December 8th. I thought I should record some facts about him as he begins a new year of life:
1. He often puts his underwear on backwards
2. He always says, "way go!" What he means is, "there you go!"
3. He loves to flex his muscles and, in a semi-grunting manly voice tell us that he is "Strong!" But actually, it sounds more like he is saying "frong," because anything with an "s" sounds like an "f." Just don't ask him to say truck...
4. He loves the Hulk even though he has never seen the Hulk in any movie.
5. His nick name is Bri Bri.
5. He gives such strong hugs that sometimes it hurts.
6. He gives very wet kisses! He also LOVES to give me Eskimo kisses and butterfly kisses, too. I feel special, because he reserves these kinds of kisses only for his mommy.
7. He loves to wield knives and cut things. About 6 months ago I had to hide all the sharp knives, but that doesn't stop him from using butter knives to cut tomatoes or cheese, or anything he can get his hands on (maybe he'll be my sous chef in a few years)!
8. He has unusual balance and LOVES to climb. He also like to challenge himself physically and jump from high places.
9. Brighton says everything with great enthusiasm. And he talks a lot!
10. When he is in a snuggly mood, we all enjoy the moment. We know it won't last for long! This kid is almost always on the go.
10. He likes to pretend to be a cat or dog, and often tries to lick us. He thinks it is hilarious to tease us all with that slobbery tongue!
11. He is a mischevious stinker, but he is so darn cute that Weston and Sophie readily forgive even his most egregious offenses! I mean really, who can resist that precious little face!?
12. Brighton has a BYU shirt that he LOVES to wear. He calls it his B-I-U shirt, but ever since we started learning vowels, he calls it his "B-I-U and sometimes Y" shirt.
13. He is a serious sugar addict. He will climb up the cupboards just to find some sprinkles and eat them all! There are no means beneath him, if the end result is sugar (much to my aggravation)!
14. He likes to take off his clothes, especially when it is hot (then again, who doesn't)?
16. He LOVES his big brother and sister and is proud of being a big boy. He can certainly hold his own!
17. Even though I love pictures with my "baby," there are very few that don't end up looking awful - like this one where he isn't smiling and I'm sporting an extra chin due to the bad angle!
Jason has had a little more luck, but only because I am the picture taker in the family!!
1. He often puts his underwear on backwards
2. He always says, "way go!" What he means is, "there you go!"
3. He loves to flex his muscles and, in a semi-grunting manly voice tell us that he is "Strong!" But actually, it sounds more like he is saying "frong," because anything with an "s" sounds like an "f." Just don't ask him to say truck...
4. He loves the Hulk even though he has never seen the Hulk in any movie.
5. His nick name is Bri Bri.
5. He gives such strong hugs that sometimes it hurts.
6. He gives very wet kisses! He also LOVES to give me Eskimo kisses and butterfly kisses, too. I feel special, because he reserves these kinds of kisses only for his mommy.
7. He loves to wield knives and cut things. About 6 months ago I had to hide all the sharp knives, but that doesn't stop him from using butter knives to cut tomatoes or cheese, or anything he can get his hands on (maybe he'll be my sous chef in a few years)!
8. He has unusual balance and LOVES to climb. He also like to challenge himself physically and jump from high places.
9. Brighton says everything with great enthusiasm. And he talks a lot!
10. When he is in a snuggly mood, we all enjoy the moment. We know it won't last for long! This kid is almost always on the go.
10. He likes to pretend to be a cat or dog, and often tries to lick us. He thinks it is hilarious to tease us all with that slobbery tongue!
11. He is a mischevious stinker, but he is so darn cute that Weston and Sophie readily forgive even his most egregious offenses! I mean really, who can resist that precious little face!?
12. Brighton has a BYU shirt that he LOVES to wear. He calls it his B-I-U shirt, but ever since we started learning vowels, he calls it his "B-I-U and sometimes Y" shirt.
13. He is a serious sugar addict. He will climb up the cupboards just to find some sprinkles and eat them all! There are no means beneath him, if the end result is sugar (much to my aggravation)!
14. He likes to take off his clothes, especially when it is hot (then again, who doesn't)?
14. Although he is quite a little rascal, he sits very still when he's getting his hair cut. He is also still and obedient while having his picture taken - at least most of the time!
15. He is really into Ghostbusters. Sometimes he sings the Ghostbuster theme song for hours and hours. We'll be at the grocery store, and suddenly he'll bust out with: "I ain't 'fraid of no ghosts!!"
15. If Sophie is doing it, Brighton wants to do it too!
16. He really likes spray bottles...probably because he knows he is forbidden from touching them - I could write an entire blog post on the disasters resulting from him spraying things all over the house (hair spray, paint, air freshener, etc). He knows he is going to get it when he is caught, so he is creative about hiding once he knows I'm on to him! Here, he is hiding in a big laundry hamper.
16. He LOVES his big brother and sister and is proud of being a big boy. He can certainly hold his own!
17. Even though I love pictures with my "baby," there are very few that don't end up looking awful - like this one where he isn't smiling and I'm sporting an extra chin due to the bad angle!
Jason has had a little more luck, but only because I am the picture taker in the family!!
We are all so thankful this sweet, wild boy!
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Pressing Forward
May
7, 2015
Tonight I am feeling overwhelmed and frustrated...and tired. There is always so much more to do than can
realistically be accomplished. And
lately, every little extra thing just makes me feel crazy! I cannot do one or two or ten extra
things. I need a break! Every night I write the most crucial things
to be accomplished the next day. I
stress and agonize over which important things can be postponed. I pray for direction and wisdom. I say many silent prayers for guidance each
day, pleading with the Lord to help me hear and understand His voice. I am sad at my lack of capacity and the deep
desires of my heart which are very often ignored out of necessity.
I long
to read more, write more, organize more, clean more, teach more, sleep more,
workout more, explore more with my kids, connect more with friends and family, ponder
and pray more, serve more, go to the temple more, prepare more for everything
that matters and implement the things I already know more. I want to make progress. For many years now, I feel like I have just been keeping my head above water. There have been lots and lots of meaningful
experiences, don’t misunderstand. But I
feel completely inept in every area of my life.
I mean, sure, I have successes here and there. But real, solid progress – in ANY one area of
life, totally eludes me. Maybe I’m just
getting better at treading water.
Sometimes
I wake up in the morning with a song in my head. I’ve noticed that there is always a message
in the song that I need that day. The
other night I had a dream that I was teaching Jason’s institute class for a
day. Only in the dream, I hadn’t
prepared for the class at all, because I had found out only moments earlier
that I’d be teaching. Right before class
began, I frantically scrambled for an idea of what to teach. A scripture immediately popped into my
head: “Wherefore, ye must press
forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope,
and a love of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward,
feasting upon the word of Christ, and endure to the end, behold, thus saith the
Father: Ye shall have eternal life.” In
the dream, I mentally went through each aspect of this scripture that we could
discuss together. When I woke up, the
phrase that seemed glued to my brain was “press forward.”
You know when you are in your early 20’s, so full of vigor
and excitement for life, not knowing what the heck you are doing yet, but just
so thrilled at the seemingly endless possibilities? And then, do you remember looking at people older than you – maybe in their mid thirties to mid fifties, who seemed
totally burnt out and just settling for mediocrity – as though their loftiest
goal was simply to survive life? I
determined early on that I would NEVER be that way. But now that I am in the thick of it, there
are moments when I just think, all I want is to rest for awhile! And I feel so darn exhausted (physically and
emotionally), that I slip from working hard to be my best and live life
intentionally to just sort of surviving.
But just sort of surviving is not why I am on earth. It is not honoring the purpose of my
existence; it is NOT pressing forward.
There is such a forceful spiritual current moving society backwards,
that if we do not press forward with steadfastness in Christ, we will be swept
away with it. What a destructive force
is apathy!
Perhaps the true frustration is that despite all the
pressing forward, I feel like I am virtually in the same spot as always. I don’t like the feeling, but it does occur
to me that standing still has some positive connotations as well - especially
when I take all the powerful, insidious currents into consideration. If I am steadfast and immovable in this
world, it means that I am strong – or at least getting stronger. Pressing forward has tremendous value, then,
even when progress is not evident. I
don’t feel that this thought is fully formed, but the idea of it gives me
hope. Since I don’t have any super powers,
doing more of all the meaningful things is often not an option. But Christ makes up the difference each day
as I truly give my all (and how I wish my all were SO much more)!!! Sometimes my all seems pretty darn
pitiful. Still, I am encouraged. I hope you are encouraged, too. I trust that more is at work here than what I can see with my mortal eyes, and I have hope that I can change! I may never be the perfect person that I envision, but I have hope that the journey I am on is molding me into something even better.
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Monday, May 18, 2015
This Mother's Day
This is my mom when she was a little girl. I don't know what age she is in this photo, but I think maybe around 10. I love this for so many reasons. When I look at this picture, I feel like I'm looking at myself too.
Here she is as a college student - beautiful, ambitious and ready to take on the world! I never could tire of her vivacious energy or warm smile.
(Me and my mom when I was 4)
(Me and mom at my wedding - 9 years ago)
Our
birthdays were amazing even though she usually threw something together last
minute. She was just so incredibly good
at getting 8 million things done at once!
When I turned 5, she made the most perfect Strawberry Shortcake Cake
ever. She didn’t spend the month before trying
to figure how to make a perfect cake, she just bought the cake pan from the
grocery store and whipped it up like it was no biggie - as though she had
worked in a bakery half her life! She
had so much talent for decorating and beautifying, that I’m sure she’d have been
a pinterest guru if pinterest were around when she was raising us. But she would have never had the time for that
– or the interest. There were bigger
priorities on her mind than cake tutorials.
(This is the only picture of that birthday party that I have - I wish I had been looking at the camera or that we could get a better look at the cake, but this was the 80's, people. Regular moms did not take 300 pictures at every event back then. Nor did they fancy themselves photographers. So, I guess it'll do!)
She
could whip up a mouth-watering meal in 30 minutes out of scraps…and she often
did! I can’t tell you how many times we’d
ask her on the way home from church what was for dinner, and her enthusiastic
and cheerful reply would be, “it’s a surprise!”
Amazingly, the surprise was always delicious. And no matter how hungry she was, she would
ALWAYS give us what she had to eat if we wanted it. I know it seems trivial,
but this really underscores her generosity.
(Here mom is baking up a storm, or maybe just modeling a new apron on Christmas Eve a few years ago)
Mom led a purposeful life, full of many meaningful ventures. She loved her business because her business gave her the opportunity to change lives. She was all about inspiring people to fulfill their purpose on earth…to live intentionally. Her intensity and drive to pursue goals gave us the opportunity to do the same. To me, it seemed like the only normal way to live! I won’t lie and say how much I loved her being on business calls all the time or having endless meetings. What I loved most were the times that she wasn’t working…like the week before Christmas when we’d bake cookies and make wreaths and decorate and beautify and play games every night as a family!
(Mom spending some quality holiday time with Weston and Sophie - 2010 and 2011)
I loved weekends, just like all kids do. On Saturdays, my brother often had soccer games. My mom rarely missed any game Mike played in. Even though it was fun, I was sometimes embarrassed by her excessive enthusiasm and over-involvement. I can still see her on the side-lines repeatedly shouting, “be aggressive Mike!!” I’m sure it never occurred to her that the other moms didn’t do that. Why should it? I also remember going to the Price Club and watching Star Search on Saturday night. Those were the days!
I loved Sundays too because mom NEVER did work
on Sunday. She would play the piano and
I would sing hymns (cheesy perhaps, but we loved it)! We often baked on Sunday, and during the
warmer months we’d lay out by the pool and talk and do our nails.
(Mom and me in Hawaii when I was 9 years old - that trip is a truly sweet memory from my childhood. I love the way my mom is looking at me in this pic! I wonder what book I was reading...)
Every time mom prayed, she would thank God
for allowing us the privilege of living on the earth at this time. She seemed to always have uppermost in her
mind the importance of preparing for the return of Jesus Christ. She emphasized that we should never waste
anything – not our time, our talents, our intelligence, or our
opportunities. She constantly taught by her
actions and words that we should anxiously be engaged in the things that truly
matter (learning, serving, working, doing). I love that about her! She certainly wasn’t perfect, but you could
never say she was lukewarm about anything.
She didn’t let her imperfections prevent her from pressing forward with genuine
enthusiasm. She’d try to improve, but
not waste time on regrets. Her positive
attitude permeated our life. I didn’t
fully appreciate these golden traits until I was older.
(Mom doing business in Europe - it is so like her to take a pic next to some gorgeous flower arrangement!)
(Proof that mom didn't always work. Yes, those are UNO cards in her hands!)
It
seems that motherhood was effortless for my mom. Life wasn’t effortless, but lovingly bringing
us along for the ride was second nature for her. All of her pursuits would have felt
meaningless without us. She adored and admired us, and seemed to have confidence
that we could do anything…which she told us all the time! No challenge was too great that we couldn’t
succeed with flying colors (according to her)!
She would have us help her with business presentations – whenever she
could convince us to, anyway. She once
had me fly to Ireland (when I was 19) to do a couple days of business training
before she even got there. I seriously
didn’t think I had a clue what to do, but I guess I did well enough, because
she seemed pleased with how it all went.
It is impossible to measure how much confidence she instilled in us with
her sheer certainty that we were brilliant and could do anything, but I know I
want to instill this same confidence in my own children. I realize now that she saw our weaknesses,
but didn’t focus on them.
(My mother's greatest achievements. How I love this picture of my brother and me!)
Mom
was in no way perfect, but for every flaw she had, there were a million ways
that she made up for it. For example,
she made huge messes, especially when cooking.
And she usually cooked everything on high because she was in a hurry. But she never got mad at us when we spilled
things or messed something up, or locked her out of her room without a
key. Yeah, I did that once on accident. She didn’t waste one second being upset with
me. She didn’t ever waste her time
getting upset over the mistakes kids are bound to make – even if it meant huge
inconvenience or added stress on her. We
never felt that we were a disappointment to her, and we never wanted to. She loved us so well and esteemed us so
highly, that I don’t think either of us could bear the thought of disappointing
her. I know I couldn’t.
(Me and mom at my high school graduation)
After she passed away, I became quickly and painfully aware
that no one else was as proud of me as was she, and if they were, I certainly
wasn't going to hear about it on a daily basis! Her encouragement didn't
make me arrogant. It made me feel loved and capable. I am still
surrounded by people that love me and are kind to me, but I sure miss the lady
who knew my weakest spots and still believed in me one hundred percent of the
time without reservation. I am pretty sure this quality she possessed to
truly believe in others is the reason that at least 15 different people told me
after she died that she was their best
friend. She made everyone feel amazing, important, glorious. The
truth is, she believed that they were!
(My mom with her dad, on the day my grandpa and grandma remarried each other (I was 12). I found a letter recently that my mom had written me when he died (I was on my mission at the time)...she talked of how much she would miss his frequent phone calls, enthusiasm, and constant encouragement. I know the feeling, mom!)
She especially could think no evil
of her children, or so it seemed. I am not sure really how this fierce
conviction in our absolute goodness didn't produce conceited, ridiculous humans,
but I think it had to do with something deeper. She didn't think we were
perfect, but she had an amazing way of reminding us of who we were and of what
we were capable. Once, when I was wasting my time hanging out with a
boyfriend on a Sunday, not really feeling like going to church, she responded
in a genius way that I'm sure she never thought twice about...it was the only
way she would ever think to respond in a situation like that. Instead of
lecturing us or trying to force us in any way to get our butts to church, she
simply asked, "Are you two noble spirits going to church
today?" She was so sincere and earnest in her praise of our noble
nature, it was nearly impossible to resist the invitation! And that was
her way.
(Mom was always an affectionate person...and she certainly was never too busy or preoccupied to
snuggle with one of her grand kids!)
(My mom with her lovely mom a few years ago.)
This Mother’s day, I am strengthening my resolve to be more
like my mom - to love my kids more perfectly, to encourage them more
continuously, and to choose patience over regret. I won’t waste time obsessing about my
imperfections; instead, I will push forward with gratitude for the
opportunities that each new day brings.
I love you, mom!!!!
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Sunday, May 3, 2015
Missing mom...
11/12/14
I have wanted to sit down and write for a long, long time. There is a unending dialogue in my mind of all the things I want to write, but today I have one thing on my mind: my mom. It has been exactly 18 months since we watched her slip away from this life. I remember well those last moments. Time stood still and there was a thick, rich heaviness in the room. It is difficult to put into words, but the heaviness I am talking about was a deep sense of solemnity and immense peace. It was powerful, but not overpowering. It was richly comforting, and seemed to cover our grief like a thick blanket, although there was still so much sadness too. It was a day full of intense hours after a night of no sleep and many, many intense days before it. It was painful and beautiful all at once, because we could feel mom's transition from physical life to the spiritual realm. I know there were others there we couldn't see. Loved ones who were there to greet her. I could feel them close. I hate that I had to lose my mom, but I am thankful for the peacefulness of her passing and the fact that I was there. I cannot imagine how much harder it would have been to let her go had I not been with her as it happened.
4/17/15
For a long time after her death, I kept thinking about those last couple of days. I couldn't get the images of my mom on her deathbed out of my mind. I kept reliving the experience, wondering why I didn't say this or do that and just wishing I had been able to get there sooner. I forced regrets out of my mind, because my mom would never want me wasting my time on those. For a very long time, the last day of her life felt recent. Now it feels foggy, like a distant memory...holding Sophie up so she could kiss her grandma on her face one last time, seeing my brother's and my husband's tears, asking my mom questions even though I knew she couldn't answer because she was unable to speak.
I'm glad I almost never relive those moments anymore. But I hate that her absence has been so long now. Oh how long these two years have felt to me!
2/8/15
I have wanted to sit down and write for a long, long time. There is a unending dialogue in my mind of all the things I want to write, but today I have one thing on my mind: my mom. It has been exactly 18 months since we watched her slip away from this life. I remember well those last moments. Time stood still and there was a thick, rich heaviness in the room. It is difficult to put into words, but the heaviness I am talking about was a deep sense of solemnity and immense peace. It was powerful, but not overpowering. It was richly comforting, and seemed to cover our grief like a thick blanket, although there was still so much sadness too. It was a day full of intense hours after a night of no sleep and many, many intense days before it. It was painful and beautiful all at once, because we could feel mom's transition from physical life to the spiritual realm. I know there were others there we couldn't see. Loved ones who were there to greet her. I could feel them close. I hate that I had to lose my mom, but I am thankful for the peacefulness of her passing and the fact that I was there. I cannot imagine how much harder it would have been to let her go had I not been with her as it happened.
4/17/15
For a long time after her death, I kept thinking about those last couple of days. I couldn't get the images of my mom on her deathbed out of my mind. I kept reliving the experience, wondering why I didn't say this or do that and just wishing I had been able to get there sooner. I forced regrets out of my mind, because my mom would never want me wasting my time on those. For a very long time, the last day of her life felt recent. Now it feels foggy, like a distant memory...holding Sophie up so she could kiss her grandma on her face one last time, seeing my brother's and my husband's tears, asking my mom questions even though I knew she couldn't answer because she was unable to speak.
I'm glad I almost never relive those moments anymore. But I hate that her absence has been so long now. Oh how long these two years have felt to me!
2/8/15
A while ago I had a dream that I was on a boat, on some kind
of a trip. The details are all hazy, but
I was with my mom. We weren’t having any
kind of profound conversation in the dream.
In fact, I’m pretty sure we were just kind of making small talk about
the weather and other such things. In
the dream, she had never died, so I just felt normal. When I woke up, I was instantly aware of how
much I missed her. Not all the things
she did for me or said to me…just her presence. I miss her every single day in many
different ways, but since I haven’t spent time with her in awhile, I forgot how
comforting her very presence is to me. A
few days ago I was looking at the calendar to see what day the 12th
is (because I always do that now), and I was shocked to realize that this month
it will have been 21 months since she died.
21 MONTHS!?!?! That just seems
like such a long time. That is longer
than the time I was on my mission - which officially makes this our longest
separation ever.
I think of
her many, many times each day. I felt
like I was swimming in thoughts of her the entire month of December, which brought me joy but simultaneously made me want to crawl up into a ball and cry
my eyes out every single day. Right after losing a loved-one, you are inundated with concern and love (which is amazing). You are also conspicuously ignored by a few
who probably just don’t know how to react, but that is a post yet to be written
(seriously, I have pondered it for awhile now).
After a few weeks, people stop asking how you are doing. We all have to move on with our lives, and
frankly, that is good. And really, in my
case, I did feel an immense amount of peace and comfort, so I was okay. I continued to push forward with the
important responsibilities in life and sometimes I would even go a whole week
without even feeling super sad.
The kicker for me is that life is peppered with periods of high stress. In those highly stressful times,
the grief and pain come flooding back. My mom was always the one to help me feel sane when I was overwhelmed with anxiety or self doubt. She built my confidence and encouraged me in ways that no one else could. I ache for her wisdom, comfort and voice of reassurance! I know that I have everything I need to make it successfully through life, but the stressful times are worse than they used to be. I miss my biggest fan cheering me on!
Also, strangely, many surges of heartache are completely unpredictable. Sometimes when I think I should feel sad, I feel awesome! Other times, when everything seems to be great, the sense of loss is suddenly palpable and I'm mourning all over again. This year we watched “You’ve Got Mail” a couple of weeks before Christmas. I have always really enjoyed that movie. It’s just cute. Anyway, there is a scene when Meg Ryan is decorating the Christmas tree in her quaint little book shop. She is narrating her email to Tom Hanks and says, “tonight I missed my mom so much I could hardly breathe.” It is a simple line, but it struck me straight through the heart. I knew exactly how she felt...
Also, strangely, many surges of heartache are completely unpredictable. Sometimes when I think I should feel sad, I feel awesome! Other times, when everything seems to be great, the sense of loss is suddenly palpable and I'm mourning all over again. This year we watched “You’ve Got Mail” a couple of weeks before Christmas. I have always really enjoyed that movie. It’s just cute. Anyway, there is a scene when Meg Ryan is decorating the Christmas tree in her quaint little book shop. She is narrating her email to Tom Hanks and says, “tonight I missed my mom so much I could hardly breathe.” It is a simple line, but it struck me straight through the heart. I knew exactly how she felt...
Some things get easier with time, but I am not convinced
that this is one of them.
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