Nothing is at all the same

Today’s blog is going to be random, mostly because I haven’t blogged in two days and I have a whole bunch of little things I want to say.

First up: my hair is starting to fall out.  Thanks, MTX!

This was mother’s day weekend. I dislike mother’s day, partly because of my own  very challenging relationship (or non-relationship) with my mother. I could bore you with all the reasons mother’s day is awkward and not my favorite, but I won’t.  Instead I’ll get to my point (for once!).  My middle child gave me a frame with a poem he wrote at school.  It’s called “My Mother” and I am sure the assignment was to write some poem to honor your mom.  Anyway, his starts with “I don’t see you on weekends or during summer vacations, you are always at work. But I love you anyway.”

Ouch!  (I should point out that I have only started to always be at work the last two years so he had eight years with me being primarily at home, and “always” at work means I am home by six).  Anyway- him saying that reminded me how grateful I have been the last few weeks to have so much extra time with my kids.  I have been home for homework and snack time; I have been around to talk to them about their day.  So, yeah, it’s totally sucked to be sick, but it’s been very nice to be home more.  Going forward I feel like I need to find a healthier balance between work and home.  I don’t want to miss out on all the good stuff with my kids, and I definitely don’t want their memories of me to be as someone who was “always at work.”  Of course, that seems less likely now anyway, with my broken body telling me to chill out.

My other interesting weekend tidbit: I went to the theatre where I work so my daughter could see the children’s theatre performance.  It was a challenge getting there: my partner had to drive us, I had to take pain medication before we left, etc.  When we got there, I was nauseous and light-headed (thanks again MTX!), and it became evident pretty quickly that I needed to use my cane.  So, I hobbled into work with my cane, and ran into both my boss and my boss’ boss.  It was hard for me.  Part of me is so embarrassed  that I can’t be at work, that I am so broken.  Part of me was embarrassed I had to use my cane in front of my co-workers.  It was hard to be back there, to see things that are different that I didn’t have a part of, to meet a new employee that I didn’t help train, to be an “outsider” at the place where I have spent so much time and energy.  It was great to see everyone, but at the same time, I was so uncertain of my role there, of their opinion of me, of everything.  It was all just strange.

I guess some of it comes down to this: I am different now, both physically and emotionally.  I have a different perspective on everything.  I have different priorities.  I think differently.  Every choice I make now is based on my body.  I am no longer the person I was, but looking at me, the only difference is a cane, a slower walk, more deliberate movement.  I look the same, essentially, but nothing is at all the same.

Even my hair.  Maybe if it falls out enough I’ll look different enough to signal the changes to the people around me.  I hope not.  But I guess I need to find a bright side right?   If I find the bright side (like time with my kids), maybe I can find some peace with this whole new normal where nothing is the same.  Peace would be nice.

 

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  1. Sadly, I understand how you feel about Mother’s day. There is something bitter sweet about being loved by your children when you feel misunderstood or unwanted by your Mother.

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  2. It gets better, especially as your body heals, as the brain heals. To paraphrase Winston Churchill — never give up!

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    • akajanie

       /  May 15, 2012

      Thanks! I just have to keep reminding myself that better days are possible!

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