I'm not in great shape. I spent yesterday in bed, the first time I've done that when not sick. Doing ANYTHING was too much. I am trying to put one foot in front of the other.
Sometimes, these kinds of acknowledgements of the depths of our true, real, living, agonizing despair can be a beginning for us. Especially as we begin to change the way we see our children and our roles in their lives, it all becomes overwhelming, conflicted. We do become tired. What we miss sometimes is that we are tired
because we are changing.
It takes more energy than we have, to do what we are doing.
But just look at you, Estranged! Here you are, making change happen.
Change is so hard. It drains our energy. But here is the good part: Once we have seen that better way, we do not unsee it. We find the courage somewhere to say what we now know must be said, and we stick to our guns most of the time. We are not so lost, so alone and uncertain anymore,
because we have one another, now.
We have been where you are now Estranged, and we came through it. I seem to have taken a little longer than most, but no one seems to mind. When I need to go through something, there everyone is for me. It will be the same, for you.
Each of us remembers her time on the Cross.
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Here is something that may help.
Samurai to Zen Master: "Tell me the nature of Heaven and Hell."
"Why would I tell a worthless scab like you anything!" the Zen Master replied, staring directly into the samurai's eyes.
Consumed by blinding rage, the samurai draws his sword and raises it high to slice the Master's neck.
"That's Hell." the Zen Master said.
Instantly, the samurai understands he has just created his own Hell. Black, hot, filled with hatred, self-protection, anger and resentment. He sees tht he was so deep in Hell he was ready to kill his Master, whom he loved. Tears filled his eyes as he bowed in gratitude to the Master for his insight.
"That's Heaven." the Zen Master said.
Pema Chodron
Comfortable with Uncertainty
Our Recovering Enabler posted that some time ago for us, so we could understand how to see our pain in a new way.
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"And between our eyes and hands and mouths there now flows a constant stream of tenderness ~ a stream in which all petty desires seem to have been extinguished. All that matters now is to be kind to each other with all the goodness that is in us.
And every encounter is also a farewell."
Etty Hilesum
The Diaries of Etty Hilesum
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When our lives fell apart, I learned that creating new facets of self was the only way I could truly survive it, was the only way I could truly put it behind me.
Like we all do, I loved my kids heart and soul and devil take the hindmost. It destroyed some essential something in me to lose them.
I suffered, as you are suffering, now.
Then...the grandchildren came.
We have six.
Hostages to fortune, prisoners of the heart.
I don't know who it was who said that, first.
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There are places in my heart where I will always mourn, where I will suffer. the difference now is that I cherish myself for my bravery, for my strength and courage and kindness. I acknowledge how awfully hard this has been. I honor myself for my losses and I have learned gratitude, deep and sustaining gratitude, for the living blessing that is my life, after all.
Anyway, in creating other facets of self, I: Took a degree; I learned ballet; I began a study of the martial arts. I took up yoga. I volunteered for Hospice. I volunteered for an art gallery. I now work in an art gallery. I help teach a Tai Chi class. (I have two kids. Ahem. :O) If I had had more than two children, there is no telling how wealthy or famous I might be, today. That was a joke.)
:O)
One thing I did that I would not do again is put away my own dreams to punish myself, or to bargain with God, or to barter for the success of my children. I did those things, and they did not work. My talent is my own of course, and I am still who I was, but time is precious, and those years when I might have created that deep down reality I dreamed for myself are past, now.
Don't do that.
Whatever your dreams were before you had a child, go for them, now.
Honor you pain, Estranged. It is very real. You will learn to incorporate it, to make it part of yourself, and go on. Here is a quote from a very wise mom right here on this Board:
"It is what it is.
Part of my life but not the defining force."
Fran
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drkathleenmccoy.blogspot.com
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"I am ashamed of these tears and yet
at the extreme of my misfortune
I am ashamed not to shed them."
Euripides
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One of the wise mom's here, a little out of patience with me I think, told me to read and read this again, until it helped me. I did that, and it did help me. Here it is, for you, Estranged. You will make it through this. Everything is going to work out. Our lives may not look very much like the lives we dreamed for ourselves and for our children, but they are our lives, and they are good, good lives.
God, grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change
the Courage to change the things I can
and the Wisdom to know the difference.
I wish there were something I could write to take the pain away. I cannot. Each of us has to walk through this alone. At the end, we are very strong women...but it is a hard, hard journey. In a way, now that you have found us, it is like you are lost in a dark, scary place. There, at the far away distance that you can see, is a light.
That's us.
We have been alone and afraid and so desperate in the dark, too.
But then, we found one another.
And now, you are here with us.
Prayers going up for you and for your child, Estranged. I am so sorry this happened to you, too.
I know how hard this is. You are going to come through it, whole and strong.
I did.
And boy, it didn't look like I was EVER going to get it. I still fall back into the hellishness of it sometimes. I am getting stronger, though. I am more honestly kind now, I think.
That is harder.
I seem to go for the hard things, now.
Cedar