Something happened this past weekend. I had an experience like never before.
Let me give you the backstory first.
A while ago, a dear relative (you know her as St. Brigid) invited me to join her at a women’s retreat, aptly named “Time to Breathe.” I agreed, of course. Mostly for her but also partly for me.
I had never been to a retreat or workshop before and wasn’t sure what to expect. Was I going to be nervous or feel uncomfortable? Were my fears going to get me, bringing out my shyness and anxiety? Was the day going to end (or start) with tears?
On a quiet, normal day, Diesel sits in the living room playing a game with Choo-choo before leaving for work. I go out to the mudroom to start a load of dirty clothes in the washing machine. I open the dryer and washer doors. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something small and brown. I think it’s a chipmunk or squirrel that got into the house and figure I will tell Diesel about it when I take the clean clothes into the living room.
As I make my way through life right now, even with shyness and depression and fears galore, I feel like I am finally becoming me again. I have dreams I am working toward. I have goals I want to reach. I know where I’d like to be five years from now.
Remember those bad dreams of Choo-choo’s I told you about?
Well, when I was rocking him for bed, I could feel him trembling. I asked him if he was okay, but he told me he didn’t want to talk about it. Once it was time for him to go into his bed, he immediately started crying and the shaking got worse.
This surprised me, as he never showed any fear about sleeping in his bed. I didn’t know what to do. I did the only thing I could think of, which was to ask him why he was scared. Continue reading “Mother-son heart-to-heart”
Choo-choo woke up in the middle of the night again.
A small part of me was instantly annoyed. I mean, I was exhausted. I didn’t want to rock. I didn’t want to answer a million questions. I just wanted to sleep. The rest of me worried why he was crying as in sobbing and not just whining or calling out to me like normal. Continue reading “Bad night in dreamland”
Diesel and I are celebrating six years of marriage this September. At the time of our wedding, we had already been in a relationship for over six years. This means we have survived a dozen years together.
As parents, we all have fears concerning our children. Are they getting all the nutrients they need? Will they have long happy lives? There are so many bad things that could possibly happen to them. It’s terrifying the thoughts that come up if you let them.