3 ways to build inner StReNgTh

I have been asking myself lately what quality I want to have and work on the most that I don’t already have or one that I need to continue to work on. Yes, I am incredibly honest and I’m engaging, … Continue reading

Stretching 

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters 

1.

I walk down the street. 

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 

I fall in. 

I am lost … 

I am hopeless. 

It isn’t my fault. 

It takes forever to find a way out. 

2.

I walk down the same street. 

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 

I pretend I don’t see it. 

I fall in again. 

I can’t believe I’m in the same place.

But it isn’t my fault. 

It still takes a long time to get out. 

3.

I walk down the same street. 

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 

I see it is there. 

I still fall in … 

it’s a habit. 

My eyes are open. 

I know where I am. 

It is my fault. 

I get out immediately. 

4.

I walk down the same street. 

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 

I walk around it. 

5.

I walk down another street. 

-Portia Nelson

Stretching is getting comfortable with and pushing the edges of something uncomfortable. I’ve recently realized this in an emotional and physical sense. I discovered this because really, in order to grow, you have to push hard enough within and without yourself to be uncomfortable.  You can’t learn if you recoil at the smallest discomfort. 

The challenge is to do this physically first to allow your mind to adapt so that when an uncomfortable feeling hits you emotionally (something that would make you close up or pull back), you will learn to embrace it as a phase and keep pressing on. Life is full of challenging moments and I know often times in my life I’ve taken an easy approach despite my tendency to learn things the hard way.

So start with a physical stretch and when you start to feel uncomfortable, stay there…breathe through the feeling and consider each muscle and fiber or your being and you acquaint yourself to the feeling. Do this more and more and if you are like me and you are building muscle, you do this at the gym by increasing your weights and thus forcing your muscles to tear down. As you lift, slowly, ease into the slow burning and tearing down of your muscle knowing it will be stronger as it builds back up.

I am going through some mentally tough things right now and I despise change…yet it LOVES to seek me out and force me into uncomfortable situations. I want to curl up in a ball and cry, which I often do at first. Then I have learned to resolve to overcome and be a better person despite the new circumstance. 

I hope you find this challenging and enlightening as a first post to my blog in 2018 and in a long time. 

3 Days and Counting


Some people are uncomfortable with a person who is depressed or see it and don’t hold their hand out. Those of us who are depressed and hurting want to cry with every word you say to us but fear of you ask us if we’re ok, we’ll fall apart in front of you. The pain is in our eyes and our quiet demeanor. You will know it is “that bad” when the usual chatty person is barely heard and escapes quickly to her seat in church, making as little eye contact as possible. When you’re in the midst of depression, you are like a broken vessel smashed to pieces on the floor-there is no magic fix and no way you can just put yourself together without any help. We need you. Just one person is all it may take and maybe one word reminding us we can’t do this but God can. We will grasp at that tiny shred of hope even when we feel like that’s unreal. It may be the one thing that keeps us alive-I’m not actually joking. 

I pray I will never be this person who goes un-noticing  to any of my friends. When you’re in pain (physical or emotional or all of the above), reach out your hand and don’t be afraid to ask for help. Even if it’s just something vague. Be real about your pain-someone else has been there, I promise you. 

Thank you to my friends who have been there in my darkest moments. It’s been 3 days…. (Took the picture above during my darkest moment while trying to look “together” on the outside.)

I posted the following to my Facebook page this morning (something that is uncharacteristic of me-I don’t like to air out my filth on Facebook but rather put my prettiest side forward):

“Failure-it’s something I’ve finally come to terms with and have admitted to those closest to me about how I’ve felt for 10 years. I completely broke-to my kids, to myself, to life…and everyone. 

I’m reading through a study called “Working Through Failure” (because after so many failures, I have learned there’s nothing I can do but fail). In my study today, this stuck out to me:

“It’s not human nature to be happy despite our circumstances; we want to be happy because of our circumstances…. In his book, Winning Smart After Losing Big, entrepreneur Rob Stearns echoes this perspective regarding his own failures. Stearns writes that there’s a big difference between experiencing a failure and being a failure: “You are the same person after your loss as you were before your loss.” It is strength of character that enables us to get up and keep moving when we’ve failed.”

The verse that coincides with this thinking is this: 

“Not that I was ever in need, for I have learned how to be content with whatever I have. I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little. For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength.”

Philippians 4:11-13 NLT

http://bible.com/116/php.4.11-13.nlt

Indeed, when everything else in the world fails you and you can’t trust yourself not to fail, that is a great place to be because knowing only One who can intercede in the only thing we need-He is enough. 

A friend reminded me yesterday (you know who you are) that it’s not that God won’t give us more than we can handle-We aren’t supposed to be able to handle it and that’s the point. We need to be able to give our burdens to the only One who is strong enough to carry them.”

“I know where I’m at

I’m standing at the back

And I’m tired of waiting

Waiting here in line, hoping that I’ll find what I’ve been chasing.
I shot for the sky

I’m stuck on the ground

So why do I try, I know I’m gonna fall down

I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?

Never know why it’s coming down, down, down.
Not ready to let go

Cause then I’d never know

What I could be missing

But I’m missing way too much

So when do I give up what I’ve been wishing for.
I shot for the sky

I’m stuck on the ground

So why do I try, I know I’m gonna fall down

I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?

Never know why it’s coming down, down, down.

Oh I am going down, down, down

I can’t find another way around

And I don’t want to hear the sound, of losing what I never found.
I shot for the sky

I’m stuck on the ground

Why do I try, I know I’m gonna fall down

I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?

I’ll never know why it’s coming down, down, down.
I shot for the sky

I’m stuck on the ground

Why do I try, I know I’m gonna fall down

I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?

Oh, it’s coming down, down, down.”

Portrait on the wall

The sun shines brightly

Grass green and flowers blooming

Picture perfect, portrait on the wall

We function well

Carrying on this disillusionment

And then one day

A glitch in our system

The facade falls from the frame

Shattering into a million pieces

Leaving behind the nakedness

Truth is life’s ugly

But we cover up our lives

With pretty things

Keeping our world full

Constant activity

Children and what looks like God

But what happens?

When the portrait’s facade falls away?

When life’s rawness revealing

Our imperfection to all

Comes into focus

Only One to know us

To pick up the pieces

And carry us through these hardships

Let everything go

Let it be real and imperfect

Cry and tell Him you’re hurting

And let Him work it out

Or you can

Buy another picture

Cover up the bleeding

And continue basking in the sun

Of your picture perfect life.

 

Life Uncut

Today I am writing out of grief. So many awful things happening in our society and one always thanks God for the family, home, comfortable life, or what not that they have and that it’s not “them.” But it is someone…. You may not know them personally but they are suffering more than you can imagine.

What if something happened to someone you knew-in your family? What would your reaction be and how would you handle it? I know it is unfair to ask this of my readers because quite honestly, until something significantly awful happens, it isn’t possible to gauge how one would react. We all have our own ways to cope.

Today is a day of coping. Something significant happened last week and it will forever affect our family. It’s one of those things that you want to just go on and pretend like everything is normal and okay but is it? Will it be? You know events in our lives don’t just disappear as if they never happened, as much as we try to make them. There is nothing that can recall this nor can anything be taken back and as a parent, I’m every emotion thinkable right now.

Sunday at church was a message I had been looking forward to: When God Doesn’t Make Sense. But as it turns out, the pastor’s message spoke right to me in what is going on. There were no silver linings-no fluffy feelings that all would “get better.” But the message was God’s purpose and how we don’t have to understand God’s plan to understand His purpose. He has a purpose in everything even every bad thing that happens. (You can catch the message here: http://www.life.church/watch/when-god-doesnt-make-sense/

Maybe God is allowing us to go through this to make us closer or is trying to make something clear to us through this, but whatever the case, He has a purpose and a plan and it is for good…no matter what we feel (painfully) or how much we do not understand. Pastor Craig, in his message, talked about the story of John the Baptist and how he asked Jesus for help and Jesus could have helped John but His purpose was elsewhere and in the end, John was beheaded. It is a gruesome story and not one of hope but one of understanding: God is bigger and greater and omnipotent, all-knowing. There will come a day that we have served God’s purpose here on earth and will be reunited with Him in heaven and although my temporal mom-ness is feeling distressed, angry, and hurting, I know that this is just that temporal.

Are there happy endings? Sometimes.  But knowing Christ isn’t a free and/or easy ride. It isn’t the easy thing, it’s oftentimes choosing what is harder and more challenging, because He said so. He grants us life…uncut and graphic.

Life as I see, I mean, Dream It

There are days when the world feels like it goes against me. Everything I say and do seems to irritate and everything that’s said or done towards me just rubs the salt into the rawness. Likely, I am trying so hard to climb UP, that in my incessant trying and perpetuating speed, I end up digging a hole-deeper, and instead of going forward, I regress.  I guess one could compare it to quicksand: you fight to get out of a pit and instead you sink deeper.

Those days, I look back at how I’m cramming every second of time with more time-consuming opportunities, convincing myself that they are helping me get somewhere, but really, are they? I take two steps forward, and slide right back down.

I’d like to know my efforts aren’t in vain…and I guess I somehow wish that this is a dream from which I will awake and everything will be perfect:

I’ll wake up in the morning (well rested) to a clean house, go on a nice jog, kiss my honey goodbye as he leaves for work, talk to my daughter while I cook her breakfast, get her on the school bus, then drive to work, getting there plenty early of course! (I know…don’t laugh.) After a prosperous day at work (because I’ll be doing what I love like owning a business or working as a police officer, fighting crime), I’ll go pick up my daughter from her after-school program, where all her homework would have been done and I’ll see a great report from her teacher on how helpful and obedient she was.  I’ll drive home and start cooking dinner and just then, my husband will walk in the door and come to kiss me immediately because he missed me so much. After he changes, he’ll come to the kitchen and finish prepping dinner and setting the table with me. We will all sit down at the table and say grace, then eat our well-balanced meal talking to each other about our day (no cell phones). After dinner, we will clean up together and then I’ll throw in some laundry while my daughter gets ready for bed and my love feeds our well-behaved dogs that are a little mischievous sometimes.  Then we will tuck in my little girl together and go sit on the couch, me doing homework, and him watching his sports and catching up on news. After I finish, (and switch out the laundry), we’ll  go take a shower together, maybe somewhere in there…he’ll passionately start kissing me and tell me how beautiful I am, and then…maybe some other things…. Then, we’ll finish folding laundry and make sure the house is tidied before we lay down for the night, snuggled up in each other’s arms. Sigh…

I know, some fairy tale huh. I think I have to wake up and realize no one is perfect-no life is perfect and happiness and joy is about what you choose in spite of a dirty house, running late, not having enough time in the day to get everything done that should be, juggling family life, and trying to shush up about my apparent irrational expectations about partnership.

And, life goes on….

Glass Heart

Reflections of the moon ripple gently along the dark liquid mirror
A symbol of perfection like a polished glass heart smiling up at the night sky
Serene and silky, seducing all the senses, fooling those who gaze upon her
The slow churn of water under the surface is subtle and obscure
A forbidden abyss of mystery and danger
But the magical beauty lures and deceives those who mistake her
Those who have fallen through the crevasses of the icy surface
Only to know the strong current of what lies beneath, pulling deeper
Entrapping any who dare to pry behind the barrier of light
The frozen emotions on the surface so thick and strong
But the bold and bright sun bearing down warms and caresses her icy exterior
Exposing the torrents of water beneath
Just enough that her waves start to transform into a cool transparent spring
And the vulnerable waters of her soul shine brightly from the deep
Then a surge of light and deep rumble loudly piercing the calm air
Striking the open waters and forcing the vibrant chasm closing in and icing over
Stifling tear drops under the surface of the shell allowed to momentarily melt
As the dark clouds overhead beat down rain, bouncing off her icy shoulders
Now heavy laden with layers of protection from a storm until the sky clears
And then with sultry admonition, she shines from below the frozen exterior
Knowing the chaos stirring underneath is lost inside her glassy heart of ice.

Timing

I’ve heard the phrase said, “it was just wrong timing.”  I thought this to myself regarding something recently and stopped myself.  I try not to think too in depth about much when it comes to my life, my choices in the past, and that sort of thing.  I have taken many opportunities in life and I’m sure missed out on many.

I am the product of a free-will thinking individual as far as my beliefs.  And as I said to a friend recently, I get criticized for all my decisions that come off as looking like I am not sure where I am going in life.  I want more-I don’t want to settle and be content with just “getting by.”  Or so I say….  I guess some things in my life are dictated by “other” forces such as not wanting to rock the boat with family or children.  I have had a lot of varying jobs that have all given me a wide spectrum of job skills.  I have had a lot more relationships than one would care to that have given me the ability to put up with some things and not others or how/when to choose my battles or when to let go.  Each thing I’ve gone through is a process.  Like I said before-stepping stones…it has always seemed to be my destiny in life to hop through on stepping stones without a final point and to be a stepping stone for others to “find themselves” or what they want.  Does it make me excited?  No, honestly, it doesn’t…don’t we all want a happy, perfect ending?  Maybe I just believe that my happy ending is giving all that I have and am for others.  Yes, I have desires and wants, but either I don’t get those or I just have to keep waiting.  Maybe when I’m 90? 😉 The grass might look greener and I have always taken chances and risks, but I’m so tired of doing so and being wrong.  I just can’t risk that anymore.

All these thoughts bring me back to my main point-is there ever a “perfect time”???  I remember thinking that about a relationship I had and yet, it was clearly never meant to be.  A good friend once told me I was his soul mate but the timing was off and that we were “never meant to be” and of course, I agreed that it wasn’t meant to be, but for other reasons.  “Timing…”  Is there really ever a “perfect” time in life for anything?  Sometimes people put stipulations on getting married or having children, saying, “When x happens, then we’ll be ready.” (Most times x=having money…which is rare for most people in this day and age to ever have the “right” amount of.)

Henry David “Thoreau” (my favorite writer if you weren’t aware) said, “Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.”  He also made the wise comment that, “You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”  Thoreau said more than what I could ever quote-all good stuff.  So, to paraphrase what he is saying in these, we know what we want and can not always have it, except in our dreams.  There is no “perfect time” but we have to live each moment at a time to the best that we can and take advantage of the open doors…those opportunities.

It’s times like this that I realize I am writing to reveal something new to myself-to clarify all the thoughts in my head.  I wish I could say that I will seize moments in the future and do just that, not playing it safe (as many of you think is my custom…even though it isn’t.)  It isn’t in my nature to stir anything up.  So, I’ll try to be patient and wait and keep living one day at a time and see what happens.  Thoughts and feelings can stay in my dreams where they belong.  🙂

Just think about it the next time you tell yourself something isn’t the “right time.”  Maybe that is the very time you need to take an opportunity.  Everything happens for a reason.  You won’t know until you try.

Listening to “In My Dreams” by REO Speedwagon

Tonight

Every new dawn awakens with the sun
A bright future and a fresh start
The worries of the long night fading away
Melting away the fear once there
Each day means life and happiness
To those who care to awaken and celebrate
No matter what the darkness held
Even in spite of the pain
And with every heart beat growing stronger
The night feels less a weight
Until the morning and night blend so well
Never feeling dark and lonely again
Tonight is not yet there
I am hopeful but the light isn’t as the day
I am not troubled or in fear though
I know tomorrow will soon be here

Just a short and quick little poem after heart-searching with so much in my life right now going on at once. I keep being asked if I think I’m taking on too much. Nope, I am not. Never been more sure of some of these things as of anything in my life. Relating back to my rock climbing experiences, once you have embarked on a lead climb, you can’t just back up or change your mind. Trust me! I can’t remember the name of the climb, but it was at Taquitz in California. I decided to lead a decently difficult climb-we were about halfway up the side of this mountain already. (It was a 5 pitch (tiered for those of you who don’t know the lingo) climb and I was still fairly new at all this, but I was strong. (This was about May of 2013.) As I went up, I was told to keep veering to the right on…well…nothing but tiny little crimpholds and places my climbing shoes were barely sticking to as I smeared them on the wall. Then we realized I was doing a MUCH harder route (each pitch has various levels of difficulty) and haha…what could I do? I was leading. To go back or change my mind meant falling, and swinging. Not fun, especially when solid rock and gnarly branches await you. So, I made do. I sort of fumbled back, frightened, a different way than anything intended to climb, towards the route I should have been on. My partner who was belaying me couldn’t really help, even when he could see me, as if I fell, I was on lead and my nearest protection (which I had put in) was yards away. Of course, I had to get back to it at some point or my partner who followed would have to go the same messed up route I did and clean it (protection is special rock-climbing gear you place in the cracks where you can so that if you fall, it will hold you (if you placed it right)…catch you. And FYI, it basically when you fall, your distance is about double the distance you were from your last piece of protection…but your life is usually saved. Not to go off on too much more of a rabbit trail, but yes, at some point, the only way back onto the correct path was to purposely fall, which sucked mentally and I don;t recommend it without prior falling training.
The moral of the story is that with anything we do in life, obviously we should try to make sure we are on the correct path, but that is not always possible. Committing yourself to the path you take seems like the only logical option. You can’t go back once you have gone forward. There are going to be frightening times, but it gets easier, right? And someday this will all be over anyway. 😉 Yes, I realize falls happen here and there even though we do not usually intend for them to happen. BUT…making those commitments in life and working through them are so important.
Night? Morning? “I don’t understand,” you say? Well, you know how when you’re a kid, night and darkness is scary! You may have bad dreams. The thunder may scare you. Weird shadows and noises are scary. Everything just looms bigger and badder (that’s not a word, I know)! But when the morning arrives, you wake up and you’re wondering Wow! What was I so afraid of? Nothing seems as bad in the morning, right? Well, eventually, with practice, we learn that when we take things in stride and turn everything into a positive outlook, it makes those nights get brighter and less ominous. I will get there…and usually I am not up at midnight writing or thinking either. i had just read my last post as I had to edit and re post a portion of it and it got me to thinking. “This too shall pass” was my favorite saying as a teenager and young mom. Now, I can’t wait until tomorrow-to see what fun and exciting and challenging things await!
God may not have given YOU the ability to handle MY problems (which is why if you’re reading this and you know all I am taking on, you’re freaking out)! Funny thing is I don’t see them as problems! I see them as solutions to who I am…complicated little pieces of a large puzzle that is going to be unbelievable someday.
My perspective is sooo much different than most.
Have a good night everyone! 🙂

“Nathanael”

Recently I wrote about my largest mountain I have ever encountered-the hardest thing in my life.  There is a song I am listening to right now because it brings it all back instantly.  If you’d like to hear, click HERE, (it is a soft rendition of James Taylor’s “Close Your Eyes” or if you want to check out the album that I listened to night and day right after I went through this, it is called “Golden Slumbers, a father’s lullaby”.  I picked it up from the library and my family thought I was crazy but my counselor told me it was a good way to mourn.

This is a heart-wrenching story with a bright ending.  Still makes me cry though because I love my children…each and every one…with ALL that I am.  I would do anything for any of them in an instant.

I lay with my eyes closed, balling like a baby as I held my just-born child-I could feel him, smell him, and hear him breathing.  So real…. And I opened my eyes and there was nothing…. It was the most painful feeling-I can’t even describe.  I had lost babies before-ones that were anywhere from 2 weeks to 4/5 months gestation.  The pain was greater with each miscarriage I had.  The hardest being when I had a dear friend tell me she “knew how I felt” after she had just had an abortion. I couldn’t speak to her for months and she didn’t know why I was so angry.  I wasn’t trying to get pregnant with these babies-I was one of a minority of women who are both incredibly fertile, and yet, had several issues that made it difficult to carry a child.  Each child and each birth was a miracle!  I had four live births out of 10 pregnancies.  (I had a hysterectomy a few years ago due to other issues so I can’t conceive any more).

About 8 years ago, I gave birth to a beautiful little boy, with my mom on my right and my child’s adoptive mother on the left. Each detail is unforgettable to me and I’ve never spoken of it to anyone. It was a troubling time in my life where I couldn’t decide which side of the fence I wanted to commit to staying on.  I loved God but I had felt so betrayed by everything in my life.  Only a month before, I had an argument about my life and trying to change it back around with my older brother, whom I was living with at the time, along with his wife and son.  I was so angry and hurt at the suggestion that I give up MY child inside me for adoption-having carried him by then for 8 months…a long 8 months of hell on earth.  It was a miracle honestly, in and of itself, that he had made it without miscarriage, especially with all the emotional drama in my life at the time.  He was protected…God knew His plan for this child.  I slammed the door to my bedroom yelling behind me “I’m NOT giving him up for adoption, but I’ll pray about it!” (I pretty much screamed this.) And then I went and balled on my bed as I complained to God how awful this idea was.

Somehow, during the night, my heart changed…completely 180.  I woke up and realized my brother was right-this child would be better off with parents (plural) who could care for him and give him a good life-not one with a single mom…conceived out of difficult circumstances.  But then, maybe I would “trick” God…I wanted a whole lot, after all!  A stay at home mom (since I couldn’t be), dad with a good job, mixed races (since he was mixed), Christians…similar to me.  I’m sure there was more, but I can’t recall.  So, I got on the phone with a counselor at the local pregnancy center that had known me since I was born.  She gave me the number of an adoption agency in Tacoma-across the state.

I called and the coordinator just happened to be driving to Spokane at that moment.  She said she could meet me for coffee the next morning.  And while on the phone with her, I got on their website and began browsing profiles, skeptically.  Then I saw them…I asked about this couple and she said she had actually thought of them. They were perfect-exactly what I’d said I wanted for my baby.  Wow!  I balled…this was really happening!

The next morning I met the adoption coordinator.  She said if I was serious, she was going to talk to the people who I had seen online-they had been waiting 5 years to have a child!  Wow!  They were both close to my age.  When she contacted me next, plans were made and the intended parents flew over (across state) just to meet me at dinner.  They were excited and since I’m the type of person that sets her mind to something then follows through, I had no question or doubt in my mind-they were this child’s true parents.  Made sense now that I look back.  I had so many risky pregnancies and had almost lost this baby twice already but he was a fighter.  Fighting for his life…to grow up and live a full life with his adopted parents.  (I won’t mention their name here due to the nature of the circumstances.)  They wanted it to be an open adoption so he could know me and know that I loved him!  (That was new…never had heard of such a thing, but okay.)  And when they told me the names they had picked out and I gave them my list, we had picked the same name!!! I had spelled it “Nathaniel” and they had spelled it “Nathanael” (biblical spelling).  This was too crazy!  And of course, being pregnant, so full of emotions…but now happy and exciting ones.

My doctor only found out right before I was scheduled to be induced.  He was supportive-he had seen all I had gone through.  I have so much respect and adoration for that doctor.  He was the same one who delivered my daughter two years later and then who found my cancer and removed everything.  During the birth, my mom was kind enough to stay with me since I had no husband to do this with.  The adoptive mother was there as well.  The first night after I had him, Nathanael kept his new parents awake (I slept and was emotionally okay at the time, having been through the birth of two others before).  Nathanael actually wasn’t fussy, but you know how new parents are whenever the new baby makes a squeak or takes a breath.

Needless to say, the next day they were exhausted.  My doctor recommended we all stay one more night, after he looked at me.  When no one was looking, he told me he was prescribing me an antidepressant and I looked at him like he was crazy.  He knew something I hadn’t quite figured out yet.  So, that night, I decided to hold my birth child-not because I needed to, but because I knew he would sleep quieter and I could change his diapers and let his new parents get some sleep one last night before setting off on their new adventure as parents.

All night I held this child, as natural as anything.  And when morning came, I gave him back to the new parents.  The doctor came and released all of us.  I helped them figure out their new car seat and watched them drive off, away from the hospital.  The adoption coordinator was the one there for me who took me home.  Guess it wasn’t my family’s cup of tea.  It was a silent ride.  Walking a tightrope of emotion that I didn’t know how to handle.  A child I was attached to for 9 months was gone.  I knew it was good and right…but in so many senses, it felt wrong-empty.  I couldn’t help the bond I had and that night holding him had grown that feeling even more.  He was beautiful…a perfect life-just as much a miracle as every baby born.

She dropped me off and honestly, I think I blacked out a lot.  It was tough, I know that.  The thing that I do remember was how I started out this post….  The heaviest and saddest and worst night of my life.  Coupled with the fact that I had lost custody of my older kids just months before because of the father of this baby and the poor decisions I had made amongst multiple other factors.  Their dad was harsh and cruel and told me he had felt I had taken the “easy” way out (yes, he said that).  Ha!  If he had chosen to allow a child a better life and sacrifice his own selfish desires to have them, I bet he’d feel different…just musing.  Guess that is neither here nor there.

That first night back, I felt like I was holding Nathanael-I could feel him, smell him, and know he was there in my arms.  Then I would open my eyes and he was gone…I couldn’t sleep.  I balled straight through that night.  At one point I also asked God to somehow help.  The pain I felt was too hard-too unbearable.  I wasn’t strong enough for this.  All of a sudden I felt like I was cradled. I know you’ll likely think I’m crazy, but this is what I felt.  I knew that my God was reaching his arms down and holding me…even if it is figuratively.  It helped give me strength.  It still hurt beyond what any human words could ever express, but it helped me go on.

The next day I spent with my older two kids-now 4 and 6 years old.  We went to the library and I picked up a CD called “Golden Slumbers-A Father’s Lullaby”.  I was compelled to check it out.  On the way home I listened to it, with my kids in the car.  I don’t know how much they understood.  They hadn’t met Nathanael-their father thought it best that they not meet him.  I get that.  They have never to this day met him (their father’s choice, not theirs).  I heard the song I mentioned above-You Can Close Your Eyes, and I lost it.  I pulled over and balled like a baby.  My babies cried with me-they knew I was hurting.  They loved me and I loved each and every child-all 3 that I had had.

After that experience, I still cried constantly for the first few days and when I wasn’t crying, it was held back in the back of my throat.  One night I remember arguing with myself, just after I had talked to Nathanael’s mother on the phone, about how I was supposed to be there-I was his mother.  It wasn’t fair.  This was just a stage in the grief process.

By the way, I only took the anti-depressants for one day and they made my heart drop to about 30 beats per minute and feel like I had a truck parked on my chest and I said “no thank you.” 😉  Threw them away, much to my Doctor’s dismay (apparently it’s bad to just go off anti-depressants like that).  But I did find an awesome lady through Catholic Charities who counseled me and helped me so much!  I continued to see her less and less throughout the domestic violence treatment I went through and all that.  There are a few more stories in there but maybe another day.  For now, I want to end this post by reiterating what an awesome and miraculous thing adoption is.  People taking in a child and choosing to love them as their own.  Not that it is a greater love than you would have for your own flesh and blood, it’s just different.  Choosing to love someone unconditionally vs just loving unconditionally because they are your child.  It is similar to how God loves us.  He doesn’t HAVE to, He chooses to.  We didn’t earn it-He gave that gift to us.

Not to get all religious and preachy there, but I want you to know how amazing this story was and how something that was started in so much bad ended up for so much good.

Today, Nathanael is a smart little 8 year old boy.  I got a birthday card from him-he drew on it and wrote on it.  I have seen him approximately 3 times since his birth as they live a ways away.  And, you never know how, when, and if I’ll see him again but I know his parents are doing an amazing job of raising him.

I love you, J and T!  And I love you too, Nathanael!

🙂