mbbh Posted June 24, 2017 Report Share Posted June 24, 2017 This morning at 8:10 a.m., there was a knock at the door. I was in the process of going back to sleep after my champ of a brother-in-law had arrived 5 minutes earlier to take a look at my car because it is making a concerning noise. (I am so very grateful to have family with skills and willingness to handle some of these things.) Still, sleeping late is a luxury that I rarely get. I was tired and worn out really, but I got out of bed and went to the door for the second time on this day. This short, sweet face looked up at me and said, “Mary, will you come help me pick carrots?” Five-year-old G (my great nephew) stood there grinning ear to ear. Not many people can get me out of bed when I really want to stay there, but the littles in my family need only show up at the front door dressed in rain boots and pajamas and I am there. Of course, I quickly threw on some clothes and was out the door. What G hadn’t said was that they had already picked carrots and were actually at the tail end of Saturday morning gardening. Honestly, I would have been up and out picking beans had I known my sisters were out there in my dad's garden, but graciously they had let me sleep in this day. On our way up the driveway, I stopped at my car to get some books I had picked up for G & A and the other kiddos. I handed them to him and then I took off running (well, trotting). He kept dropping the books as we jogged along and we would stop and pick them up. Finally, he said, “Here. Why don’t you carry this one and I will carry this one?” “Sounds like a plan,” I said. I started to resume my snail’s pace dash. Then he looked at me and said, “I think we should just walk now. It’s hard to carry books and run.” How right he is. I have been carrying the “books” of grief of losing John for a little over 7 months now. Sometimes I try to rush through it, running if you will, and I end up dropping my “books,” or losing my balance. I have learned that it is not to be rushed. Grief is to be experienced at its own pace. In fact, it demands not to be hurried along nor swiftly torn through to find some ending point. Grief is just that – grief. Sometimes we may even grieve the fact that we must mourn. It is hard, demanding work that inflicts distress on our minds and bodies. Trying to run when one needs to walk, crawl, or even sit still is not only counterproductive, but it can put a brake on the evolution of a new self. Sometimes I feel like I may just make it through all of this and sometimes I hold onto a thread of hope. Sometimes I lose faith altogether and feel like the likelihood of surviving is slim. During those moments, I remind my independent, self-reliant, strong-willed, “do it by myself” soul to reach out to others and ask them to help me “carry my books.” Many people are not lucky enough to have a good support system. I do and I am so very thankful for it. Today, I am going to enjoy my two-year-old great niece's, birthday party and slow down. Today, I am going to take things as they come. I have no idea when another wave is coming. Honestly, I do not know if it is predictable, but I haven’t been able to figure out how to make it unsurprising nor prepare myself for a smack of grief. Today, I will simply choose hope, but mostly, today, I am grateful for the wisdom of a five-year-old dressed in rain boots and pajamas picking carrots. 7 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Margm Posted June 24, 2017 Report Share Posted June 24, 2017 And, that is what it is all about........................you got it going MB. Sometimes these distractions that might be aggravating are blessings in disguise. They also help you get prepared for the next instant. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kayc Posted June 24, 2017 Report Share Posted June 24, 2017 Out of the mouths of babes...how precious! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kevin Posted June 25, 2017 Report Share Posted June 25, 2017 Priceless.....just Priceless..appreciate the moment.... 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarenK Posted June 25, 2017 Report Share Posted June 25, 2017 What an insightful mind your little great nephew must have! After a very long time, I discovered that you cannot outrun grief. Some days it will be far back in your rear view mirror and on others it will be on your bumper. It is exhausting to say the least. When my dad died forty years ago, my mother tried running to visit various relatives, running on a trip to Europe, etc. My dad was still gone when she got home. My husband and daughter were still gone when I finally woke up and quit running off to gamble. All I accomplished was adding more grief. My hope for all of us is that one day grief will just get tired and give up the race. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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