Yesterday, I felt ALL the feelings. Do you ever have those days? Maybe my emotions were just particularly close to the surface; maybe the day’s events were just more intense than usual. Regardless of the reason, the journey through all of these emotions left me feeling reflective. And tired.
Here’s my day, in emotions:
Joy, pride, excitement. My youngest was eager to participate in our town’s “Turkey Trot.” He ran in the kid’s fun run; we had never participated before and weren’t sure what to expect. Even with a few unexpected twists, he was positive and enthusiastic and persistent. I loved having the chance to spend this one on one time with him. My baby is growing up so fast.
Gratitude, admiration, love. After a bit of guinea pig drama this week, it was decided that Lee would work with his dad to build a new and improved pen for them. There were power tools and male bonding and an awesome finished product. Watching my husband and son work together on this project made my heart swell. I’m grateful to be married to such a wonderful man and father, and I love watching my son look up to him as he grows into the young man he is meant to be.
Faith, peace, joy. Sometimes it’s hard to get our daughter to emerge from her room for long enough to spend a little quality time with us. Today, Bea requested that I pick up chocolate chips at the grocery store. I did her one better and got M&Ms, which she turned into homemade cookies, which she then turned into ice cream sandwiches. This kid rocks. Working alongside her, I had a moment to admire her persistence, her ingenuity (we left the mixer at church), and her grace. Every day she becomes more and more a part of our family, and every day I thank God for bringing her to us.
I spent the afternoon cooking, cleaning, and enjoying my family, with an overwhelming feeling of peace and contentment. And then there was a shift. About halfway through our cookie-making, I got a call from my Aunt.
Anger, grief, loss. A little history: My Grandpa passed about 7 years ago, and after that, we weren’t often in touch with his wife. It was a strained relationship. Well, sadly, his wife just passed, and our family didn’t know. The contents of my mother’s childhood home were being emptied into a large dumpster in front of the house. My Grandpa’s fireman’s jacket was in there; my Aunt pulled it out. Likely, his dogtags and my Grandma’s antique clock, and their old 45s were also in that dumpster. It was a sad moment. All those memories had been tossed like so much trash, and we were grieving the loss of my grandfather all over again.
Fear, panic, shock. My sister called me, on my husband’s phone. This was a bad sign. I got on the line, and she was obviously upset. “It’s Dad,” she said, and my heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe. I mentally replayed our last conversation. I had a brief, terrifying moment of imagining the rest of my life without my Dad in it. And then, about ten years after those first two words, she finished her sentence. “He’s okay, but…” I started to breathe again. He was in the hospital, but it wasn’t his heart. He was conscious and strong and getting IV fluids and he was going to be fine. But that infinitesimal moment was enough to shake my world and leave me feeling unsteady.
Helplessness, heartache, love. I was still reeling from that call when I got another call, this time from an old friend. This woman has dried my tears, held my hair back after too much tequila, laughed with me until we cried, and seen me through some of my hardest times. She was my college roommate and is still one of my dearest friends. And now she’s in pain. She’s struggling to get through something immeasurably hard and I want to hug her and fix it for her and say all the right things. But all I can really do is listen and love her. So I send her all of my strength and love through the phone lines and I remind her how cherished she is and I pray with all my might that this paralyzing grief will end for her because she desperately needs to feel joy again.
As I sat with my friend and my family heavy on my heart, my son approached me. “Hey, mom. Can we make those pilgrim hats now?” And now it was my moment to find joy again. As we cut and glued and traced and adjusted paper hats for his classmates, I settled back into that same peaceful feeling from this morning, and I started to reflect.
We feel all of these emotions, one at a time. Sometimes we’re enveloped in bliss; others we’re drowning in despair. Each single feeling ripples out to touch another. Sometimes they come at us in rapid succession, and some days we wallow in a single emotion until we forget about the existence of others. And while the joy and the bliss and the contentment may sometimes feel out of reach, there’s comfort in knowing that they never disappear. While your grief is ebbing, the tide of joy is still out there, engulfing someone you love. In time, it will be your turn to feel it again.
You are amazing!