Saturday, October 10, 2015

Go Ahead, You Can Miss Them



They're our children. Our son, our daughter. They are our family, and we're their parent. For a long time, we were more than their main caretaker. We loved them, adored them, obsessed and fussed over them--so star struck in love with them that every eyelash length, we knew. Every freckle and its placement on their arm, we knew.

We were the only ones they wanted when all they knew was that they wanted. "Only mommy," my children would say when someone else stepped in to bathe them, dress them, feed them. 24 hour days, from breakfast through to dinner, from waking up through sleep in the night, our children are the undercurrent that hums in our life. They are the hub and all else radiates from that center.

But they grow up, and they start on the path that leads to life on their own. Kindergarten, middle school, camp away, travels alone, first love, college, their own families. They have to.

But somehow, if we shed a tear and say that we miss our children, we're told that we smother. That our tears are selfish and crippling and we should feel shame for how we sickly cling. As if our tears are a twisted prayer for time to hold off and keep our children from their own lives.

All I've wanted to do in my life is to be real. To leap into the love I have for the ones most important to me by being there, with open arms and an equally open heart, and have a place for them inside of me that will never grow cold.

I spent the first minute that I met my children looking down at them through a blur of tears so thick I couldn't make out their faces. As the nurses brought them to me, I took them in with trembling hesitancy for fear of crushing their small form. I've since held them in a fearless bone-breaking embrace, sobbing hard enough to soak through the shoulders of their clothes as they moved from their first home with me into their first one without me. I know what has made them laugh, cry, be happy, and scared. I know what they liked to eat, what they found funny, their favorite kind of weather and how I knew they were tired by the way their faces grew paler than usual.

When I hear someone's harsh words telling me I should only have one reaction to witnessing my children as they reach milestones, and it should be without tears, I can't understand. Yes, my tears have been part of each step they've taken into their own existence: but it is from overwhelming emotion of having a life spent with them. My goodbye holds within it the one that came before and the one to come after. Why is there no space allowed for new bearings as we see life shift?

My tears were part of the goodbye when I first dropped my children off for their first playdate without me. My tears were there again when I waved goodbye, seemingly forever, as they turned and looked, turned and looked, to see me watching them from the front of our home on their first morning walking to school alone. On the day they first sensed that someone outside of their family liked them, my heart seized goodbye then when I caught a flash of secret smile meant only for them.

I say a thousand goodbyes a thousand different times, and each one with tears, as my children practice and discover life without me. I breathe a shaky goodbye one breath of love at a time. I say goodbye for every treasured second of their days spent with me. I whisper a watery-eyed goodbye that is not visible to them with each step they take into their own, setting the words to the wind knowing they'll carry through and surround them.

And when I'm gone from here, I will have said enough goodbyes in my lifetime that I am confident will fill the silence in my childrens' hearts. They will hear my warbly-voiced on the edge of tears words I love you I miss you I am so glad my life was with you.


Why are we shamed for weeping as we witness our childrens' lives unfold? There is joy and gratitude that cannot be held within a pat on the back and a hug of congratulations. To have had such a life, spent in such a privileged place in someone's life!

What other outlet is there that can speak in a language adequate enough to translate for a heart that bursts wide with pride, excitement, appreciation and love for them--if not one's tears?
I will not be shamed for crying tears over my children. Because I know every memory, hope and wish that exists in each hot drop that falls for only them.
 
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12 comments:

  1. You made me cry, because I feel exactly the same way. Maybe it's our Colombian blood? Or maybe it's just that we feel so acutely this joy of being on this planet, in this moment, with these exquisite people we've been blessed with. I say, let the tears flow!

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    1. It's saying goodbye to all the wonderful of the beginning and knowing there's more goodbyes to come. I won't be made to feel small for feeling love in the way I do. Thank you, friend.

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  2. I could never be ashamed of weeping--'cause then I'd have to be ashamed 12 times a day. And I don't have that kind of energy.

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    1. Tired of having to hide who I am and how I feel. You said it, Jocelyn, it becomes exhausting.

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  3. Oh Alexandra, yes to all this! I am with you in the tears and the big bubbling over feelings.

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    1. It's so much, how else can we find words? We can't. Just close our eyes and feel. Thank you. xo

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  4. Oh Alexandra, yes to all this! To all the big bubbling over feelings and not censoring our love.

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  5. I agree! I'm still almost two years out on this and I cry about it! *sniffle*

    XO
    A.

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    1. It's an overwhelming moment, that watching them grow and be and have their own life. It's too much to take in, Anna.

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  6. When, oh when, did people begin thinking that emotions re something you can judge or provide guidelines for? My heart aches for a time, maybe it never existed, when we honored the hearts of others. This was lovely, just like you.

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