Sunday, September 22, 2013

THE VERY NAME... MOM


                      
         

It's amazing how it happens.  A child grows within and the moment that child enters the world you are forever a "Mom".  You have a new name and a new role.  Something you never again lose.  Not like a job that can be taken away.  Once a mother always a mother.  Even if your child dies at birth or shortly after you are still a mom.  

When we think of our mom some of us have thoughts of extreme connection and heartfelt love and others have anger or hurt.  Even if anger and hurt are the feelings you have that anger is because we all know that a mom is suppose to love her children, is suppose to protect and care for her children with no regard for herself.  Mom's take care of the needs of her children from birth.  We feed them either from a bottle or breast but we are the reason they live.  Without a mothers care to feed, diaper, and hold, babies would not survive.  Mother's spend sleepless nights and when we gaze into the eyes of our baby we can't seem to stop looking.  The connection we feel and the overwhelming feelings of love take over our hearts at times.  Mother's can literally spend hours watching our babies sleep.  A baby changes your life.  Babies don't always come at the most opportune times... sometimes your are to young, to old, not married, in the middle of a job change, poor, but none the less you become a mom.  Even those who give their babies in adoption are still forever changed, they are forever a mom.

                                   

As our children grow we can't wait till they say MOM.  We coach them hoping they will say our name before they say anyone else's.  We cannot wait to hear the words of our name come from our children.  And when they finally say our name we smile and it feels so natural!  The older our children get the more we hear our name being called.  I think it was somewhere around age 5 my children would call my name every few minutes!  There was actually a time I said, I'm going to change my name!  But of course I did not!  

        

Despite everything else we do working, cleaning, laundry, cooking, family get togethers, birthdays... we know that being a mother takes precidents.  If our child gets sick we are there to make sure they get better, if the school calls we go take care of it, if our child is crying we comfort, if our child needs cloths or supplies we take them.  If we realize what we have; we talk to our children, we spend time playing games and watching movies, going to sports events, musicals, and experiencing life together.  

As we head into teen years our children do not say our name quite as much... they say it but not always in a nice way!!!  They start to not need us as much.  It's hard as a mom because we have put our absolute everything into loving and caring for our children.  It's during these years we question if we did the right thing when they were little and growing.  Its amazing though that no matter what our child says or does in teenage years we love them.  It's a neverending, neverstopping love of a mother.  

                                         

I'm at the point in my Mom journey that I really miss hearing that name, "MOM."  At one point I might have heard that name 100 or more times a day, now there are some days I never hear that word.  The other day I was sitting on the patio and Chris yelled out the door, "Bye Mom, I love you."  My heart was overwhelmed.  Hearing my 19 year old say my name makes my heart feel complete, but it also brought a sadness that as my child gets older I will hear that word less and less, because sooner or later he will move out and I won't talk to him everyday!  For me it also brought the reminder that I will never again hear my Mikaylah say my name.  I have to say I miss hearing her say, "mom!"  I grieve for every card, letter, picture, hug that I would get for the next 40 years!  I will never have another letter that reads, "Mom I love you, Mikaylah."  So I cherish the ones I have!  

The natural order is the child losing the Mom.  That is not easy either.  I love calling my mom... talking to her.  I know she is the one who prays for me and who to this day would still give her life for me.  I have seen her struggle with losing her mom.  I am sure she misses using that name, "MOM."  The name mom is reserved for moms or people in our lives who act as a mom.  So when our mom is gone from this world we never again use that name.  

Moral of this story...
If you have small children, relish that they say your name often.  Remember that time passes quick and these days cannot be relived.  Time waits for no one and keeps marching on.  The next time they call your name, "Mom."  Recognize the feeling you have when you hear that name!

If you have teenagers, remember they are not going to be this age forever and that they love you, they are just trying to spread their wings a little.  When these years pass, the next step is to their own life, a life that you will be part of but not as much.

If you have adult children, call often and love them for the life they lead even if you don't agree.

If you have a mom love them, call them, write them, say their name often and let them know you appreciate them.  When your mom is gone from this world you will not get that opportunity again.  

Life is ever so short and loss is evident and will happen to each of us we do not want to look back with regret, we want to look back and say I took every opportunity to let those around me know I love them whether Mom or Child!

TO MY MIKAYLAH:

      

I THINK SHE KNEW THIS IS HOW I FELT.  I DON'T REGRET, BUT I DO WISH I HAD SPENT MORE TIME MAKING SURE SHE KNEW I LOVED HER.  AND I SPENT A LOT OF TIME.  MAYBE WE WILL ALWAYS WISH WE HAD SPENT MORE TIME TELLING OUR LOVED ONES.  EVEN THOUGH I DO NOT GET TO SEE HER GROW INTO WOMANHOOD, I KNOW THAT SHE HAS GROWN INTO A COMPLETE, WHOLE, AND PERFECT SPIRITUAL BEING IN HEAVEN.  I LOVE YOU MIKAYLAH!





   


Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Triggers

Today I had CPR/ First Aid at work.  You would think just another boring class.  I've taken the class several times, but it was time to renew!  

Shock... just that word followed by all the signs of shock.  Mikaylah had every symptom of shock on December 17, 2011... vomiting, ash colored skin, delusion, extreme thirst, discomfort/pain, low blood pressure, high heart rate, but I didn't see these signs.  Chris says I didn't want to see, he says he knew she was really really sick.  I didn't.  

Back to trigger, sitting in class talking about shock, my brain shuts down, I tell myself, "No don't think about her, don't think about the pain and discomfort, don't think about her ambulance ride to UCSF, don't think about the way she asked for water/ apple juice over and over, don't think about them taking her to surgery, don't think about the news of a bladder that had ruptured and the infection that raged within her, don't think about the 106 fever, don't think about that last breath."  I have to finish class, I have to continue without a tear.  

How do we continue without a tear?  How do we walk through life knowing that life can be snatched at anytime?  How do we live life to the very fullest when there are so many thoughts that bring sadness and tears?  I'm not sure... all I know is I do.  I may not be living life to the fullest, but I am moving toward that, I am walking forward, but those triggers are HELL!  

This is how I look after a day of triggers!  Just being real here!  LOL!  So glad to have all of you!

Monday, September 2, 2013

Transition

It's inevitable that I must move on.  Everyday is one step closer to leaving this world and I don't want to get to the end with any regrets.  I guess the real question is, how do I move on with Mikaylah in my heart instead of in my world.  Everyday I get up and put one foot in front of the other and walk through this world.  So I would have to say I am moving on, but am I moving on in the best possible way I can?  Am I making a mark on this world that will never be erased when I am gone from here?  I want to...  I want to make a difference in the lives of those around me.  Is wanting to enough?  

I think about helping people who are walking through the grief process.  I could be there for people, listening and comforting, but I haven't gotten to the point where I can even say, "My daughter is forever 14."  Without a lump expanding in my throat and tears coming to my eyes.  I can mostly hold the tears back now and regain composure fast, but it takes all my strength and makes me want to run and escape from the present.  I wish I was one of those grievers who could say Mikaylah appears to me in the form of a butterfly and I see her in the ocean, and she visits me in my dreams, but I can't.  The pain of her lose is so great.

I'm 43 years old and going through an identity crisis.  My two worlds have to come together.  How do I make these two chapters fit together.  Whats the transition between plots?  My life now has to include my past, my last chapter.  How do I make it fit with the new life, the new chapter?  Will it just come together or do I need to seek it?

"The meaning of our lives is revealed through experiences that at first seem at odds with each other- moments we wish would never end and moments we wish had never begun.  Those timeless experiences we want to last forever whisper to us that they were meant to.  There is more to these days than pictures tucked away in photo albums, fading as the memory fades from view.  We use a statement to try to console ourselves with what we think is the irrecoverable loss:  "All good things come to an end."  I hate that phrase.  It's a lie.  Even our troubles and our heartbreaks tell us something about our true destiny."  The Journey of Desire- John Eldredge

So I know in my heart that my heartbreaks will be used to bring me to my true destiny.  I can't believe that the life I once knew was just so I could spend my time wishing I could get it back.  So I move forward in search of the new chapter and during this transition chapter, I choice to jump in.  




Sunday, September 1, 2013

Feelings like this are NORMAL!

Why can't it be easy?  Why can't we live in a rose garden?  Does this really all go back to Adam and Eve and they curse God passed to us because of their disobedience?

Looking for someone to blame... for my hurting heart!  I guess I'll blame them.  They are dead and gone and I can blame them without feeling bad about it!  LOL!

How many years do I get to miss you like this?  Will it be the number of years you were on this earth?  Is 14 the magic number?  Will you still be such a painful missing 14 years from now?  Somedays I just can't believe you are gone FOREVER.  I simple miss you.  Everything about you.  Wish you were here on this Labor Day weekend.