Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Happy Halloween!

 Happy Halloween from this adorable trio of mine! <3
 A cat, of course. #thankstomoxie
 A dinosaur, because it was already in the playroom. #arrrrrrr
 And you can go ahead and sing the song, but truth is, I found this shark costume in the bottom of a tub of old clothes in my attic. #doodoodoodoodoodoo
 I hope your day is full of alllllll the kids in costumes (THE BEST!), more treats than tricks, and a belly stuffed with fun-sized chocolate!!

Saturday, October 20, 2018

Who I Am [according to me]

I sat on the couch in my therapist's office, staring at the heart that always catches my gaze... it's an unintentional heart, a heart naturally formed by the ingrained colors of her stone fireplace.

It had been over a year since my whole world came crashing down, since my life took a very unexpected turn.

"Do you still believe in love? In marriage?"

It was a question she had asked before, a question she and I had discussed at length, for many months.  Through many tears.  Through lots of anger and through so much confusion.

Truth is, I was a girl who not only believed in love, but hoped for it and dreamed of it and celebrated it and prayed for it and got butterfly-tummy just imagining it.  I was a girl who melted for sappy and cheesy and mushy and anything hopeless romantic-y.  I was a girl who wholeheartedly believed in happily ever after, in soulmates, in growing old with someone.  For my entire life, when I pictured myself wrinkled and gray and aged from living, I pictured myself wrinkled and gray and aged from living beside someone whose laugh lines and worry lines mirrored mine, because we'd shared the laughs and the worries together for years and years and years.

"I don't know."

That was my answer to her, by the way.

...

One of the hardest parts of having my world ripped out from underneath me has been the work it has taken to put myself back together again.  At one point, I was diagnosed with PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) and went through a series of therapies to work through it.  (sidenote: EMDR is amazing.)

It's been almost three years, and I'm now realizing that responding to and recovering from a traumatic event is a lifelong process.  A process that is hard, and exhausting -- but also a process that has enabled me to deeply reflect on who I am... according to me.

You see, sometimes things happen in your life that are so big and hard and unexpected that they shake who you are to the core.  Sometimes things happen that make you question everything you've ever known or believed in...

I found myself in a place where I had my entire identity wrapped up in somebody and something that no longer existed.

All of the dreams I had for my life were in pieces, broken alongside the heart of a girl who had once believed in love with all of her soul.

So did I still believe in it?  Did I still believe in marriage, in what it meant, in the promises it makes, in the work it takes, in spending forever with someone?

...

"But why let someone else change who YOU are?  If you believed in those things, you're still allowed to believe in them.  The reason those things didn't happen were not because of you, or because of who you are.  You are still Jessie.  And that can still be the girl who believes."

And with that statement from her, it was like my heart started breathing again.

I am scared, I am hesitant, and I am always worrying.

But I am still me.

I am self-conscious, I am second-guessing, and I am always over-thinking.

But I am still me.

I am scarred, I am sometimes withdrawn, and I am always emotional.

But I am still me.

And I now know that that "still me" is a girl who always has and always will believe in love and believe in marriage and believe in the work it takes to spend your life with someone, because it's worth the beauty of sitting beside someone with matching worry lines and laugh lines and memories.

I had forgotten.

In the midst of my valley, I had forgotten who I was.  I lost that girl and her big ol' heart.

And I'm starting to find her again, reminding her that who she is is up to HER.

I am who I am, according to me.  Not according to anyone else. And with the shifting tides and the hills and valleys of life, I am working and fighting with all my might for myself -- so that who I am is so deeply rooted into my soul that I refuse to let it falter, to second-guess it, to lose me... ever, ever again.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

7

“Mommy, do you pray for yourself when you put yourself to bed?  The same way you pray for each of us when you tuck us in at night?  Do you? If you don’t, I need to know because I need to be the one praying for you.”
Oh, my CK.
Happy, happy, HAPPY 7th BIRTHDAY.

To my girl, to my mini-me, to my one and only daughter, to the sweet and perfect soul who made me a mama.
Today, as you turn SEVEN, I have some confessions…

*I confess that before you were born, I secretly wanted my first child to be a boy.  My brother is my oldest sibling, and I couldn’t envision a family where a girl is the oldest child.  And now I cannot imagine our family any other way.

*I confess that I truly didn’t understand the meaning of unconditional love, until I first felt the weight of your warm, newborn body in my arms.

*I confess that for most of your first weeks of life I was an anxious, terrified mess because I loved you so much and didn’t want to make any mistakes as your mama.

*I confess that now, I make mistakes as your mama every.single.day.  And I also try really hard to always admit and apologize for every.single.one.

*I confess that your giggle is one of my most favorite sounds in the whole entire world.


*I confess that I truly do believe you are absolutely, undeniably beautiful.  Both inside and out.

*I confess that you helped me get through our miscarriages and fertility treatments more than you’ll ever know.

*I confess that I secretly love how much you’re just like me -- the stinky feet (sorry!), the planner-type-A-personality, the school-supply-obsession, the feelings, the conscience, the love of feta cheese and olives, the love of books and reading, the emotions, the short fuse, and the worried and sensitive heart...

*I also confess that because we are so alike, I secretly fear your hormonal/teenage years, and I am already praying about them.

*I confess that your heartbreak and confusion and questions were the hardest parts of the divorce for me.  And still are.


*I confess that I wouldn’t be able to survive this life as a single mama without you and all you do for your brothers and for me..

*I confess that I secretly love that you still love and need Ellie.

*I confess that I sorta reallllllly hope you eventually jump on the dance/cheerleading bandwagon.

*I confess that the other morning, when I heard you and E whispering and you came downstairs with him all dressed and ready, teeth-brushed and hair-gelled, to “help us have a good morning” -- I cried.

*I confess that watching you read to Everette and Brooks makes my heart want to explode.

*I confess that I am constantly inspired by your imagination.





*I confess that I would go to the ends of the earth for you - to the moon and back - to make you happier, to make your life better, to put sunshine into those big brown eyes.

*I confess that you, Cameron Kate, make me want to be a better person.  A better mama. A better friend, Christian, listener, thinker, feeler, sister, daughter.  You are one of my most favorite people in this world, one of my best friends, and having the privilege of walking through this beautiful life holding your hand and squeezing three times makes my heart feel a depth of love I didn’t know existed until I met you.


Seven years ago, today.

Happy Birthday to my bug…
To the moon and back and more than anything in this world...