I'm linking up with Mama Kat for her Writer's Workshop this week. The prompt I chose was:
Open your picture folders, close your eyes and pick a random photo to share and write about.
I randomly opened my pics folder on my desktop and quickly
chose a folder without thinking, and this was the first picture I saw:
It took my breath away.
My heart hurt a little.
Unresolved grief washed over me.
I try to stay positive, laugh through the tears, and
reassure myself that it’s all going to be ok, but then there are moments when I
have to just let myself feel the grief again.
Just for a moment.
That picture was taken this time last year on the day that
my ex-husband was moving out of the house.
The hardest part of that entire experience was worrying about my son and
how he would handle all the change.
I took him to the Manitou Arts and Crafts Festival for the
day so that he didn’t have to watch his daddy move out. He knew the basics of what was occurring that
day, but he didn’t have to watch it.
Don’t worry, he wasn’t stricken with grief, lying on the
sidewalk, and I wasn’t taking pictures of sad things. We had walked a lot that day, and we had to
make it up a big hill before reaching our car.
Parker was in good spirits, but he was tired and decided to rest for a
moment. I was giggling as I took the
picture, saying, “Geez, Parker, you’re just going to lay down right here? I’m going to take your picture!”
My happiness that day was basically fake. I was just trying to get us through a very
hard day. I was putting on a brave face
for my son. I remember many times that day when I held
back the tears and kept pressing forward.
You just aren’t allowed to grieve anytime you want when you have a
child, and every mom can relate to that in some way.
I took him to lunch, and I remember every detail. What we ate, where we sat, what toys he
played with at the table. I was
hyper-alert because of my conflicted emotional state. I was nervous, worried, and sad, and I just
wanted my child to make it through the day without his mother losing it. We went to the park and the festival. Live music was playing, face-painted children
ran around at the playground, crowds of people milled about talking and
laughing.
That’s the thing about life that we all inevitably
learn. In every experience that is sad
and awful and heartbreaking, there are reminders all around that laughter is
around the corner, rest will eventually come to you, and life goes on.
And, sometimes when you're just putting on a brave face, you need to stop and lay down.
