I’ve
been very functional lately. I think maybe the huge, gargantuan, massive relief
that God didn’t take Isaiah from me may have propelled me into a bit of a “calm.”
That coupled with my eldest’s need for constant post-surgical attention has
kept me pretty firmly in mommy mode.
These
days at home with a cuddly (and needy) six year old have given us a chance to
reconnect. I think Isaiah has gotten some of the much needed attention he was
missing and I’ve started to rediscover what it means to be mom.
But
the few times I have moved into a period of… I don’t know what to call it… not
bawling my eyes out every day? I’ve come to acknowledge when the wave crashes
again that much of the “calm” was actually suppression. Don’t look at it, don’t
acknowledge it, just keep moving. I’ve kept moving. I’m freaking exhausted.
Today
Isaiah and I ventured out of the house to get supplies for one of my projects. In
the store my heart nearly fractured with the effort it took to avoid looking at
or feeling anything. When we got back to the house I couldn’t find my
purchases. I have no idea where they went. Did I leave the store with them? Did
I bring them inside? I have no memory of checking out, of leaving the store, of
driving back to the house… apparently my paint got sucked into the void with my
memory. I nearly screamed in frustration. This is what it is ALWAYS like. I can’t
remember… why am I in this room? What was I about to say? Missing, pain and
frustration piled on top of me.
Then
Isaiah asked “Mommy, where are my leggos?” I almost puked. The answer? They’re
in Damon’s room. Damon commandeered them a few months before he died. The kid
LOVED leggos. They are still scattered willy-nilly about the house. I tend to
leave them where they lie. I can’t move them. I couldn’t handle saying the
words out loud so I changed the subject. Stellar parenting Jodie.
Today
= another epic fail.
"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear" C. S. Lewis
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