I just had one of those moments in the car where old song lyrics finally made sense. That old Dixie Chicks song-- Landslide.
"Well I've been afraid of changing,
'Cause I built my life around you.
Well time makes you bolder,
and children grow older,
and I'm getting older too.
Yes, I'm getting older too."
The past eight months have been interesting. Actually, make that the past two years. Two years ago I had brutal experience that I wish to never relive. I feel like I am waiting on time and feeling God's love for me to heal it up and move forward being less affected by what others may or may not think. But I digress.
The second change has been feeling my body shift. My metabolism is different. I lost a lot of hair for 8 months straight. I'm having signs of macular degeneration and am assigned to see a specialist. I have to ice my knees on occasion after I go running. People no longer comment on how young I look. I am spending every other month on a diet trying to get back to where my weight had stayed for the past 14 years. Last night, I was showing old pictures on my phone to a very sick Jonas. Max saw one of them and I said "Max, look how young you look!". He then said, "Mom, look how young YOU look!".
Stop time.
When did this happen? When did I grow up with my children (I may not mean that in a maturity level... I often feel so insufficient to actually be someone's mother. I wish I could go back and tell my mother thank you. I expected her to be perfect, and now that I realize that conceiving and bearing children does NOT come with a perfecting cloak-- I wish I could go back and acknowledge the million things she did that were beyond great.)
I think that whole Dixie Chicks verse speaks to me except the "time makes you bolder". Maybe that will be part of what comes with this next page of life. How do we settle into being ourselves and letting others be fine or not fine with that? I find I am terribly hurt when others are not fine with my best efforts.
I think the hardest part of that verse is the line "I've been afraid of changing, 'Cause I built my life around you". I didn't like to realize that "you" was actually "me". That's why aging and changing is so hard for me. I think too much about myself. I wish it were more simple to "forget yourself and go to work". I can do it temporarily, but I always round back to thinking of myself again. Will age make that easier to let go of too?
Well, while these darling cherubs have been aging, it apparently came as an epiphany to me today that doesn't happen without their mother aging too. Why is that something hard to accept?
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Ali so chic in her dollar store glasses :) |
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Max makes me gifts all the time out of legos... animals, necklaces and bracelets, etc.
It's very sweet. A perfect way he chose to show me he loves me. I love that little hand around my neck. |
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Getting to snuggle with my sick little boy while I tell him the tale of the day we met the blue dragon, fed him an Oreo, and saw his fire light up his rainbow-jewel crusted cave.
That, by the way, is the look of a woman who has had a little boy throwing up all morning. |
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These are some of our missionaries-- we love our missionaries!
Max has an awesome Mr. Bean face here....
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