Keep doing you, kiddo.
You are fourteen today. It’s hard to believe. Even as I told you the story of the day you were born, again, that it has been that long. To me it feels just like yesterday that the doctor was placing you on my chest, over my heart. The memory is so vivid. I think it may be one of the few times in my life that it was as if I was living a dream. Just like that moment between a dream and reality when you’re not sure if it really happened or not. Only this time it had. There you were, in my arms.
Despite all the circumstances that surrounded the demise of your father and I’s marriage, never doubt that you wanted and you have purpose. You were a dream in my heart when I was still a little girl. When I would be asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, the answer was always the same, a Mom. Being your Mom has been something more spectacular that anything I ever imagined. You are more than a dream come true, you are the love of my life. You were the boy who was always meant to be mine. The boy who bound up my broken heart. The boy who thinks and understands the things I don’t say.
Many people compliment my parenting for the young man you are becoming, but I know that I can’t take credit for your soul. It is genuine and it is yours.
Even as a little boy, you had such compassion and wisdom beyond your years. You always had reassuring words and a smile. They were simple and everything that needed to be said. I don’t know many kids who would choose to sit in a hospital room or at bedside for hours on end because you already knew that’s what being a friend is when your best friend has cancer. I could never find the words to express my overwhelming pride watching you go up to speak such moving words at his funeral in front of so many people in mourning. Consoling his grieving family. You are the very definition of a friend. I so admire your bravery and your comfort in being yourself. You’re proud of being different. You flaunt it. You own it. Witnessing it just makes everyone else comfortable in themselves too.
You will be starting high school in your 14th year of life. It will be a time of great change and many lessons. Don’t be too hard on yourself when you make a mistake, but keep the lesson. It’s all apart of growing up. You may fall in love for the first time. Commit to memory all the little things that you do for your first love, so that you will recall to do them for your last love, your future wife. This is more important than you can understand now, but just trust me, the little things are BIG things. You’re going to become more curious about sex and that’s ok. It’s normal. You’re going to be told all the reasons why you should wait. Adults forget to explain that want grows in you like hunger though. You will crave it. Much like food, the richest experiences are worth the effort to make sure it’s done right. Like making a gourmet dish. Take your time. Appreciate the art of preparation. Take care in the details that matter. You can’t expect to create a filet out of ground chuck. It will taste so much better if you have put the care and time in. Girls are delicate and their hearts, even the wild ones, are fragile. Handle with care. Lead with honesty. You’ll be fine.
Just please always retain the wonder of being a little boy, as you grow into the man you are meant to be, just as you do now. Keep doing you, son. You are an amazing person. You are a true Jedi. Using the force for good. Never trying, but do or do not. It’s a privilege and my honor to be your mother.
I love you with all of my heart.
I think you’re 44 today.
I think it has been about 4 years since our last real conversation. In the midst of our marriage, even when I was certain that our demise was becoming increasingly inevitable, I never imagined that there would come a day that the kids and I would no longer be a part of your life.
I wonder what you thought about when you woke up this morning. Did you look back over the years of your life? Did you have any remorse for destroying our family and casting the children by the way side like items you no longer needed. I just can’t imagine having a “happy” birthday without knowing where they are, what they are doing and who they are becoming. I cant imagine wanting to slice a cake without being able to share it with them. How do you do it? How do you celebrate? How does it feel?
When you look on the current state of your life and know that they’ve been less than 10 miles away being raised by another man…
When you know how easy it is for someone else to fill those shoes…
When you know you broke every promise to the only people who would’ve loved you unconditionally…
When you spend the day before your birthday in another Court before another judge facing more consequences for making the same mistakes as you did 20 years ago…
When you know your whole life is a lie…
What makes you go on? What’s the motivation to continue your miserable, undignified existence?
My wish for you is that something about today makes you take a long look at the reflection of your life. I hope that you are disgusted enough by what you see that you decide today to make some changes. Changes that will help you become the man you’ve always wanted to be. I wish that you’d decide to take the pain of your childhood and instead of using it as an excuse for your poor behavior, you find something rise up to take advantage of the experience and use it as your reason to be something
I wish that our children’s heart reject bitterness and remain forgiving. I wish that one day in the future that should they reach out to you, that you are the father you always wanted…the father they always deserved.
I wish for you to find your way to redemption starting today. Not just for them, but for you too.
Emotionally I feel this crushing weight on my chest that breaks my heart and makes it hard just to take the next breath
In spite of everything else going on in my life that plagues me emotionally and physically, stuff just keeps coming at me to spin that wheel in my head. That voice.
I try every trick up my sleeve, but it seems every time I turn around it’s there to spit in my face.
‘Nobody cares. You are nothing.
Life can subtract me and it makes no difference in anyone’s equation.’
I had to get this all out of my system so that I can go play pretend happy at my birthday dinner that I don’t even want to go to. *turning finger at dimple, crank smile*
Happy fuckin birthday. I survived another year. Fuck.
I really ended up having a lovely birthday with my family and friends. We all went out for dinner and my best friend and I had a sleep over.
Wine, may not be the answer, but it is the answer today.
Yesterday was my birthday AND I got laid off. Good one, universe!
It happened right after lunch….1:05 to be precise. Got to hear the schpeel : “This decision makes me sick…haven’t slept in days…the work just isn’t here….it may change….Obama admisistration…paid through end of month….unemployment…I’m so sorry.” (handshake from partner, hug from human resource manager, tears from co-workers) It almost felt sincere until the second I walked outside and saw said partners Bentley parked smack in front of the entrance. Nice move, douchelord.
I left work, drove across the street to a Pub where three of the other girls at my office that had just gotten the axe were. We got a table on the patio out in the sunshine, got some drinks and that was where my ass was parked until the end of the work day or until whenever it was that my husband showed up and picked me up to take me to my birthday dinner with my parents and kids. My Dad, just fresh out of the hospital for about two hours – God Bless himm, insisted that he would go get my Jeep and drive it back to the house. This will be the only moment in the course of my life that my parents actually had the chance to reprimand me for drinking as much as I did, but they didnt. Note it. We came back to the house, had cake, parents left. Wine. Applied for Unemployment. Wine. Deadliest Catch. Wine. Bedtime.
Slept in this morning, which was pretty freakin awesome. Kids are stoked that I’m home. I mean, STOKED. Jedi keeps telling me all the reasons why this is a good thing, “It’s summer, we’ll have more time together, we can go to the library, we can go swimming, yada, yada, yada.” (He actually did say yada, yada, yada) Diva must have asked me a 100x why I wasn’t going to work today and doesn’t quite understand the concept of being laid off, but she does think the idea of unemployment compensation is “really smart.” I concur.
I think I may have just squeaked out 20 weeks of work there. I shall soon see.
Met with the social worker today regarding Pickle. That’s another topic for a different day. Not today. I’ll need more wine.
Then my friend, Mel, from work who was also laid-off called and asked if the kids and I wanted to meet her and go swimming with her and some friends/family. Mel decided it was a malt beverage day. That’s what my afternoon consisted of…lounging in the pool with a malt beverage. Not bad for a paid day’s work (snort). Mel told me about how after I left the Pub that she had to go play volleyball (beer league) with a team that consists of all employees from the firm and how shocked they all were about what happened. There were 8 of us yesterday and 4 more today. Then she told me she cried the whole way home and she just felt….defeated.
I don’t know. I can admit it wasn’t the best thing that’s ever happened to me but it wasn’t the worst either.
Look, I’d take losing my job over losing a loved one any damn day of the week. That’s a fact. Are things going to be tough financially….ABSOLUTELY. Do I have any idea what’s gonna happen…..ABSOLUTELY NOT. But what I do know is that everytime I’ve lost a job, something else has come along that has had a purpose in my life. I really believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe this is just God’s way of pushing me in a different direction that I would’nt have taken without this happening. I HAVE NO IDEA. But, I did make some phone calls today and open my LSAC (Law School Admission Council) account and despite not really having the money to do it my husband insists that I am to register/pay for my LSAT this Friday when he gets paid and “Take the damn test”. My heart isn’t set on this law school thing. Maybe I am cautiously dreaming, but I’ve decided I’m gonna take the test and put out the applications. If I get accepted, I’m going and if I don’t, I won’t …but I’m not ever gonna know unless I try.
I’m rather tired of having the rug pulled out from under me, but looking back….some of the best things that have happened to me came out of something else falling apart. What’s that saying….Sometimes good things fall apart so BETTER things can come together?
I’m actually o.k. I’m not gonna let it get me down and I’m not gonna cry… today. I’m just gonna roll with it. See where this new road takes me.
So take that universe!
Just when I thought it HAS to get better….I got laid off AND it’s my birthday. Freakin awesome.
Today is Jedi’s 8th birthday. He really is the world’s greatest son. I’m convinced of it. I have never known a child to have such a huge, wonderful heart. He is so caring, so sweet and smart too. He’s just a great kid. I mean that. I like him as a person, not just because he’s my son. I’m very proud to be his Mom.
I’ve always heard that the year that your numeric age matches your birthday, that it is supposed to be your power year. This past year shoudl’ve been mine. 27th of July, 27th year.
Well, at this time last year, I was having the worst birthday ever, it might have even been the straw that broke the camel’s back. I was in a bad marriage, I was miserable, my kids were miserable. It was in fact on my birthday last year, that I took a sabbatical out of town. I went home in a sense. Back to where I grew up, hung out with people who knew me, when I was me. Before I became the beautiful mess that I was. I remembered me, and I missed me. Me wasn’t something I often got a chance to think about. And in the midst of my driving on the open road, left alone with myself and my thoughts, I made the decision that things were going to change.
And they surely have.
My 27th year of life was the year I really found myself. Finally.
I had to leave behind the girl I was in order to learn what kind of woman I am. Much to my dismay, it meant ending my marriage, intensive therapy, my children having their worlds turned upside, and watching my best friend grieve the loss of her son before I got it. This is life, and you can only have what you make of it and that takes, strength, courage, and grace. I was me for the first time in a long time. I was take it or leave it. I stopped hiding. I decided to live for me. I took a chance. I met my soulmate. There were a lot of tears, a lot of unanswered questions, a lot of good-byes, a lot of letting go. But, I survived. And now, even in the darkest of circumstances, I have peace.
This last year was my power year.
What’s this year?
I guess we’ll just have to find out.
I can’t believe my little peanut is six already. Geesh, time flies. I really do remember the day he was born, like it was just yesterday, but at the same time, a lot of things have changed.
To be honest, Jedi’s birthday approaching was more difficult than I expected. It’s still hard for me to understand why. I guess it’s a “family milestone” and family is something we’re still trying to make adaptations with. It also made me think of the day he was born, his father being there, sharing that huge experience together. It made me think about birthdays past, how things were, how I wanted things to be now and in the future. In that regard, I miss being able to share these things with my husband and the father of my children. I just don’t miss the man who filled those shoes per se’. It’s more about the loss of that role in my life than it is about him, cause bottom line, I won’t mince words…..he wasn’t good to me.
What’s done, is done.
It’s just different, and we’re all just trying to adjust.
Last weekend proved to be just what I needed. A little time away.
Jer and I went back to my hometown of Hoodbridge, VA. (Woodbridge) Got to visit with family and old friends, which is always refreshing to ones soul. Also can serve to remind one that somethings/people never change, and that is sad. Anyhoo…Jer had never been to D.C., so I took him to do some of the tourist things, like seeing the Capitol, White House, etc, etc…then we went to The Smithsonian museums. He had never rode the subway before either which I found amusing. I devirginized him of many things and that is always fun.
It was also my cousin’s husband’s 30th birthday. There was a gathering of friends and lots and lots of laughing. My cheeks and sides hurt the next day from laughing. Also a good thing. Plus, I finally got to meet my nephew. He’s adorable and looks just like his Momma.
This weekend. Ugh! I had some kind of intestinal bug thing, that was awful. The kind of thing where you can’t even keep water down but you somehow have some kind of yellowish looking water coming out of every orphus of your body. TMI, I know. I lost 5lbs in 2days. You never really forget how much you hate throwing up. I realize these things happen, but was a little disappointed because since I was gone last weekend and this is my weekend with the kids, I had wanted to go play in the snow. Instead we ended up laying in my bed or on the couch watching movies.
Today we celebrated Jedi’s 6th birthday. It’s actually Thursday, but it’s EX’s visitation night and while technically, I’m supposed to be able to keep him home on his birthday, I just want to keep the consistency of the visitations going. We went to this really cool train themed restaurant downtown and got to have lunch in train car. We had a blast.
There were some subtle reminders that things were not as I had planned them to be in my son’s life. A lot has changed from his last birthday to this one. But as I looked around and saw how much love and support we had around us, I just had this overwhelming sense that everything was really gonna be alright. I guess life really is what happens when you’re busy making others plans. And when plans fall through, life goes on. Sometimes on a better note than you could have ever imagined.