Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Okay, Now What?


I am here because I publicly stated I would blog again. I made that announcement to motivate myself. I hate not to keep a promise. So here I am.

Now what?

Honestly, I’ve been suffering from the worst case of writer’s block I’ve ever experienced. I’m sure losing my mama has a lot to do with that, but I was even struggling before she went home to be with the Lord.

I’ve had such a difficult time dealing with mama’s death, my doctor prescribed valium and an antidepressant. Well, for the first three months I felt nothing. “Numbness is better than agonizing pain,” I said to myself. In moments that I should have cried, I just couldn’t. I felt completely numb. Up until about 6 weeks ago I was doing okay (then had a brief meltdown); I was going through the motions. Trying to clean my house and cook, trying to clean daddy’s house and cook, trying to care for Stephen, trying to be a wife, trying to pay the bills, trying to be involved in Stephen’s school activities … naturally I put my relationship with God on the back burner because I was spread so thin, I couldn’t (or wouldn’t) carve out more than time spent at church twice a week for Him. I got into that old rut that a lot of us fall into at some point in our walk with the Lord - Spending Sundays and Wednesdays at church, going through the motions of what we’ve allowed to become monotonous, then the rest of our time is spent on everything and anything but God. Why is it so hard to just stick to a morning devotion? Why is it so difficult to just draw closer to Him?

Without opening myself up to a religious debate, I dare say it’s because the flesh just isn’t willing and our natural tendency is to give in to our flesh and not to our spirit. How many of us are spirit-led and not led by our flesh? On a full-time basis? I believe a lot of us are. I know a whole lot of people who are spirit-led.

THAT IS WHAT I WANT! What does it say in Matthew 26:41? The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. That’s me. I am getting so sick of giving in to my own will (flesh) I can’t stand it. The strange thing is, in my case, my flesh is not high maintenance. I’m a very simple woman, and I don’t require a lot of attention, nice things or a fancy lifestyle. I drive an eleven year old second-hand pick up truck and live in a small single-wide, so it’s obvious I’m not a demanding wife; I never have been. I’ve always accepted whatever life gave me and figured it was good enough, although I didn‘t jump for joy over it, mind you. Would I like more? I sure would! But I’m not willing to put Stephen in a group home so I can go back to work for meaningless material things. Stephen comes first. So it’s been established my weakness is not material things. I do not desire to go outside my marriage to seek comfort … So very strangely, in my case, I’m led by my *responsibilities*. I have even more of them now that my mama is gone. I’m taking care of her home and mine. We have talked about combining our households and moving in with daddy, but it isn’t what any of us truly want to do. We would be cramping daddy’s lifestyle, his dog hates every human being on earth - he bites Stephen every chance he gets. Stress rises for all of us when we go to daddy’s house. Stephen is the most stressed out of all of us when we are there. Moving in with daddy is no longer an option. Period.

So what can I do to keep from going insane through this period of adjustment?

I know first and foremost - God must be placed number one in my life again. I KNOW that.

Okay, now let’s get back to the wreckage of a lifestyle I have going on here: How and where do I begin to make a new schedule for Stephen; my family; for ME? How can I start doing it all without losing my sanity?

Do you remember my mention of a brief meltdown I had a few weeks ago? For months I was numb. I couldn’t cry at all. The husband and I were at a local Barbeque restaurant. He was talking about work, and I was staring out into the parking lot when all of a sudden, I started seeing visions in my mind of mama. Visions of mom and me when I was a little girl, cooking together when I was so little I had to stand in a kitchen chair to reach the counter; My first day of school - I had a lump in my throat but tried to be a big girl and smile as mama played with my Cindy Brady-type pigtails and said she‘d see me in just a few hours, because I could tell she was on the verge of crying as much as I was; singing with mama as she played gospel music on the piano; mama hugging me when I was crying because a boyfriend dumped me, telling me about her experiences as a young girl; My wedding day as she adjusted my southern belle style wedding dress and hat, smiling and crying at the same time; I remembered her blessing me out and scolding me for divorcing my first husband; I saw the disappointment on her face when I told her I was pregnant (and unmarried, which in my family is a huge no-no). I saw her holding Stephen in the rocking chair and singing to him, and I remembered that she never brought the subject up again after laying eyes on him; I saw our arguments all played out again, and finally, I saw her on her deathbed while I fed her jello and held the straw for her to drink her sprite. Then at last, I saw her spirit leave her body and only her shell remained before me. Just like that, the most important woman in my life was gone …

Yes, all the above went through my mind in a matter of minutes and I began to cry, uncontrollably, right there in the middle of Full Moon BBQ. People began to stare at me, then they started giving my husband dirty looks as if they were thinking, “That poor girl! He’s dumping her in a public place! What a piece of crap!” We hurriedly asked for to-go boxes and left. I apologized to my husband, and he was quick to forgive. He understands because he also lost his mother years ago.

So, blog-friends, the recap above is what life has been like for the last 7 months. Before you advise me, I’m already in grief counseling. It is helping, and I hope that someday I can be as helpful to others as my counselors are to me.

So in closing, again I ask: Now what?

Thanks for listening …

Mia Renee’

6 comments:

EMAW said...

you know in jewish culture they take a hyear off work to recoop and mourn. they take a month of total no contact. you take your time and write when yoru ready

aims said...

My Dr. is Jewish and told me the same thing. He warned me to make no life-changing decisions while mourning, and that most people say there are 5 stages of grief, the Jewish culture is 12 - a whole year! Gosh, it makes so much sense to me! I really does. Thanks, and I love you!

Deirdre said...

Dearest Mia aka Johnboy ;-)

You are grieving for so MANY reasons and you have tried to hold it together for waaaaay too long. There is no limit of time or expectations that you have to rise to. Losing your Mom, your best friend, your lifelong teacher is not a grief that has time limits. I lost my Mom to suicide 37 yrs. ago and I still grieve for her...the only comfort that seems to help is the comfort in knowing that they are with God, in peace and pain free and that you will reunite with them someday. The other grief (our precious cherubs) is another immeasurable,but continual grief that faces us daily and the best that we can do is to trust that we are doing everything in our power to make their lives as full as we possibly can and that they two will one day be reunited with God, running around, laughing and playing without a struggle or care in this world. You, my friend can smile for the impact that you have had and continue to have on the lives of those that you have touched with your kind, loving and gentle presence. I love you Johnboy...take your time, be kind to yourself...God knows what is in your heart :-)

aims said...

Deirdre (Jim Bob) ;)

Thanks for your kind words, thoughts and prayers. You always know what to say. Love ya many, many bunches!

Love,

Mia (Johnboy) ;)

Warren Baldwin said...

Writer's block? This was a wonderful piece of release and expression. It sounds like some of the Psalms, where the Psalmist pours out the pain of is heart. That is writing like no one else can duplicate unless they have been there.

And I can't advise you on anything.

You said you need to get God first in your life again. May I suggest that it sounds to me like he already is. You take care of your son, your husband, your dad, and took care of your mom ... you are serving, and though it may not feel like you are placing God first, you are, by taking care of his people. "Whatever you have done to the least of these brothers of mine you have done to me."

So, take heart. You probably are far more spiritual than the person who feels spiritual b/c they have a private devotion for 30 minutes everyday.

If you'd like me to email you some pages I use on stages of grief for classes and counseling, let me know. (And good to see you back blogging).

aims said...

Warren, thank you so much for your words of wisdom and encouragement. Your words helped me see things in a whole different way, and actually helped me with the guilt I was dealing with. Yes, I would greatly appreciate the info on grief that you have. Especially when the holidays are now approaching, I can see it's going to be difficult, but something that must be done. We all walk this road at some time or another ...

Again, brother in Christ, THANKS!!!