Triggers

Emotional triggers. They are the weirdest things and have horrible timing.  Triggers can be set off by anything and when you least expect it.  IT could be a smell, a sound, a song, a phrase, a picture or a date! That is what it was for me today. I was was getting my hair cut and colored today no biggie right? Well everything was going well until it was time to set my next appointment.  I told them I wanted to come back in 6 weeks. (Unfortunately I have so much grey hair that 4 weeks would be better but too expensive!) That was a Wed and unfortunately my hairdresser was off.  I am also off Fridays so I asked for that day.  Then I look at the calender and there it is.....Oct 8! October 8th is the day when my life changed forever.  My mind starts reeling and trying to figure out...do I make the appointment for then or what? What am I going to do that day?  Am I going to be able to get out of bed? Wow, it is only 6 weeks away.  A year all ready!?! Thoughts coming all at once and having no answers.  I thought that was it but then I had to run an errand and I just was in a bad mood and a little short and of course a little weepy!  Trying not to think about it but at the same time living it. So I eventually got over the emotional response to the trigger but it is always in the back of my mind.

I started a new job yesterday and met some really nice people.  Of course there was small talk and telling of kids ages etc..  Then the inevitable question......"What does your husband do for a living?"(I do have 4 kids so most people would assume I have a husband right?)  And my answer...."Actually my husband passed away 10 months ago".  Then their look of shock, a little stammering and apologies.  And my...."No need to apologize" all the while thinking how can I make them feel more comfortable and change the topic.  All the time feeling like a pity case. YUCK! I am starting to hate meeting new people.  Having to go through the introductions.  I almost feel like I should have a written Bio that I give out or have someone read aloud that explains everything before I meet people.  Or maybe a sign or symbol I wear that everyone knows what it means.  Kind of like the scarlet letter.  Maybe a black W arm band with marks the show the years it has been.  That way it is all on the table and no worries that things might get awkward! Until that is acceptable I will keep keeping on and try to survive the next 6 weeks!

I love my kids

I was thinking the other day that lately I have focused on the things that my kids do that drive me crazy and not on the things I love and enjoy about them.  So here it goes.....

The things I love about Tommy:

• He is crazy smart
• He thinks if questions that I never would have at his age
• He has a great smile
• He takes care of Miles really well and loves to be his big brother
• He loves Legos and Star Wars and lets everyone know
• He has a great smile
• He is a good older brother and a good help to his Mom

Things I love about Sheridan:

• She can light things up when she smiles
• She has beautiful blue eyes that can pierce you
• When she cleans she works really hard
• She likes to organize her stuff
• She is has a silly laugh
• She likes to read to her little sister and brother
• She is starting to like fashion and shopping
• She has no idea how smart or beautiful she is

Things I love about Rita:

• She has a contagious laugh and smile
• She can make me laugh no matter what
• She is spunky
• She looks up to her big sister
• She likes to be Mommy's helper
• She loves to be the center of attention
• She loves to sing

Things I love about Miles:

• He makes me smile
• He loves his Mommy
• He loves his brother and his sisters
• He is fearless in the swimming pool
• He loves to play with the dogs and is so independent with them
• He is crazy strong and soooo cute
• He is very smart and is obedient to his Mommy
• He reminds me of his Daddy

So not that that is everything I love about them but the things that stick out about each of them.  I am very grateful for my children.  I am grateful I have pieces of John and I can see him in them.  It has been a challenge to figure out how I am going to get through losing John and I know it is difficult for them as well.  I struggle with figuring out our new "normal" and what that should be.  I was told by someone in grief counseling that it takes 18-24 months to figure out the new normal and I can see that.  It has been 10 1/2 months since John died and I have figured out some but there is still so much more for us to figure out.  (When I typed 10 1/2 months I realized that is how old Miles was when John died. Weird that he is reaching more of his life without John than with him.  I know he will not remember him, but that thought still makes me sad.)  We struggle daily and I realize that how I deal with things directly reflects on how my children look and handle things.  It makes me continue to try and not give up!

I hate being a single mom!

There are few things that I can say I truly hate, but being a single mom is one of those few things!  However women get to be a single mom I don' think it is ever easy.  Even with the help of friends and family (which are wonderful to help and ever appreciated) it is never the same as having someone to co-parent in the home.  The idea that some women actually choose to be a single mom baffles me.  Maybe they don't know how hard it really is.  The idea that you are it!  The idea that you can't say," Wait until your father comes home!".  That there is no break in the day.  That you can't decide to go on a quick walk by yourself and feel comfortable leaving your kids alone at home. That you can't just run  to the store.  Having to figure out how to get kids all to school at different times and still get to work on time.  Having to arrange help to get open houses covered for kids with conflicting schedule. Having to handle all the discipline and figure out what to do with each child.  Having no back-up when the kids are fighting that discipline ou decided on.  Having no one to talk to at the end of the day, about the day. Having no one that is as completely invested in your children as you to understand the challenges with raising them and love them through it! And those are just a few of the things.

So to those women that choose it...more power to you.  As for me I think it is for the birds.  For whatever reason it has chosen me and I will do my best to rise above it, but I really really hate it!

Ready to be happy again....

Have you ever looked at a picture and remembered the day and thought....I was really happy then. Then thought....I sure wish I could be really happy now. I think I have done the first a lot but usually not the second. I am usually (in my life) very happy, but these days I don't think I can say that. Sure I have happy moments. There are times when I laugh, there are moments with my kids that I enjoy, but really being happy or maybe feeling joy has been lacking for quite awhile. Probably about a year when John got really sick. (FYI the year mark in less than 2 months! :(. ) I look at the picture that the kids and I took in May 2009 (see picture on Jacqui's Bunch blog) and look at my expression and say, "I sure was happy." Yes, John was sick and there were definitely trials, but I had my family and I really really thought he was going to be healed.

I remember that day. We were in Harlingen and I decided to get a picture of me and the kids taken for John for Father's Day. The plan was for him to have them to put on his desk when he got better. I had wanted it to be a surprise and my parents were visiting so my mom was going to go with me and the kids to help. I think John was trying to figure out why we were getting dressed up and going to McAllen, so I ended up telling him. He decided to go with us. I tried to get him to be in the pictures but he was not feeling well. Oh how I regret that! Now, I am sure there were issues that day but I really only remember the good. We got the pictures taken and the kids did well for the most part. There were times Miles did not cooperate but he was only 6 months old, plus I had him take some pictures by himself for his 6 month pictures. I remember going to McDonald's afterward and hanging out with the kids. I remember John sitting in the back of the van with the kids and having tickling wars. That was nice because he had been feeling so bad he was not always able to joke around. I was happy. It was a good day.

Then I remember something else that kind of haunts me at times. I am not sure if haunts is the right word but that is the best way I can describe it. A few days later I went to get picture frames. Remember I was planning on John going back to work, so I had to get frames for his desk. I got all the pictures ready and we framed a large 10x13 picture of me and the kids. I hung it on the wall and had a weird feeling. There was my family without John. Me and the kids alone. It did not feel right but at the same time it felt real. So, I often look at that picture and long to feel that way again. But I think what I am really longing for is for one more person to be in that picture. For John to be there represented as the head of our family. For John to be here leading our family.

So, I go on with life laughing and enjoying the good times as they come, but still longing to be happy. Part of me is not sure if it is possible but part of me knows it is possible. I just am not sure how or how long. I often hear the same Sunday School answers about prayer and turning to Heavenly Father. And I don't want to minimize those at all, I do believe them. But I also feel that those things are easy answers to say, but that it is not an easy fix. It does not happen overnight. It apparently does not happen over 10 months either. So, I keep doing what I do and hope and pray that I can get through this challenge and still be able to be the happy person I once was.

Emotions, Emotions, Emotions.....

Emotions are a weird thing. These days I never know what I am going to feel. I have been doing pretty good, or so I thought! I think I have just been going through the motions and not dealing with things. "Not dealing with things" may not be the right words, but sometimes it still seems like I am living someone else's life or it is all a dream. Or that John is on a long business trip (not that he ever took those!) or at work. I also have not been crying much lately. You might think that is good, but I am not so sure. I think I just repress everything and don't let it out until it can't stay in any more. Does not sound very healthy huh? At times when I try and figure out what I am "feeling" or "thinking" I get sucked back to right after John died when I said I feel like my thoughts are like a pinball bouncing around in my head. No one really understood that and many people looked at me weird when I said it, but it was the best way I could describe it. I just don't know what to think at times. Sometimes I feel like I have just been stuck for the past 10 months.

I was just looking at the Caringbridge website and reading some of my entries. It was weird because I usually just wrote the entries and never read them. I just let my thoughts and feeling flow. I was reading the entry a few days before John died and the day it happened. When I read what I wrote I feel like I was so much stronger then. Like I was able to accept it more than I am now. That I was able to see Heavenly Father's will and accept it so much more than I am now. I keep going through the why, why, why? I keep wanting answers even though I apparently was able to accept the will before I am just stuck now. Part of me is thinking that maybe I was stronger before because of all the prayers that people were saying. Not that there aren't some now, but I know there were many more at the time. Maybe it was because I could see John's pain and wanted him to not hurt anymore. But I don't want the sick John, I want the healthy John. (Not that I would not take him back sick, but I think you know what I mean) But that is my will right? I could list all the things that I want to be different, but that is not my reality. Sometimes life just sucks!

I took Rita to a counseling session at the Children's Bereavement Center and while she was there I sat with one of the interns and talked. She was also LDS so that was nice. It is not necessary, but there is so much just in Mormon culture that it is nice not to have to explain it or explain my beliefs. In talking to here I cried a lot and my thoughts were all over the place. It was good and I think she made me realize something......I think I want too many shows like Ghost Whisperer. Weird I know, but let me explain. I think I get stuck in wanting to have that "Ghost Whisperer" moment when I feel John touch me, or hear his voice. That would not be too much to ask right? Apparently so. She asked me a question when I mentioned something about wanting to feel him. She said, "Would that be enough?" Hhhm....let me think....no it would not! It would never be enough. Short of me turning back time and changing everything so John would still be alive, it would never be enough! So I need to stop wanting that sign, because if I get it I will just want more. I would not be happy with it. And I can see that in the few things I have been given. I have have the spirit comfort me in a few quiet ways but apparently that was not enough! It should have been but I am still wanting things to be different. See, part of that denial that I was talking about. I thought I had accepted that John was gone, but part of me has not. So I carry on. I keep thinking in my mind "Would it be enough?" and believe it or not it has helped (a little).

While reading the Caringbridge blog I was reminded about a quote from Elder Nelson's book The Gateway We Call Death:

"The only way to take sorrow out of death, is to take love out of life."