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uniquely you

you may share physical attributes with your older brother and sister but you are uniquely you in every other way. it isn’t as though you need me or love me any less than they do. but, there is this tenacity about you. although i adore your spunk, it always catches me by surprise. like today when i dropped you off for your first day of school. after watching you play for a few minutes, it was time for our goodbyes. i wasn’t ready. i hugged you and told you that i loved you. you reciprocated. then i lingered peering deep into your blue eyes. searching. i was trying to find some sign of fear or apprehension. i was ready to soothe. i had done this many times before with the older two. diffusing a clingy moment is something i have had lots of practice doing, so i waited for it. but not you. you were tired of waiting. you looked deep into my blue eyes and said, “now go away”.


breathing in you

yesterday as we walked in “the big woods”, i breathed in the light, the colors, and you. tomorrow as i walk you into your first day of preschool, i will do my best to breathe in your bravery, strength, and joy. because even though i am not ready for this next change, my goodness you are.



heart ache

today i woke feeling like the day before had been a bad dream. then you came and found me and pointing to my chest asked me what those were. i told you that while you slept, some nice people came over, put these little stickers on my chest, and then attached some wires to them so that they could test my heart. my love, don’t worry about me. your mama’s heart is strong. think of it this way. when we fill our tummies too full of something we really love, we get a tummy ache. that is how it is with my heart.


learning to breathe

yesterday was not my favorite day.  in fact, it was quite possibly one of the worst.  but i have resigned myself to the fact that there is always going to be some sort of stress in every single day.
i did what i do at the end of most days, i tried to unwind.  i opened the window so i could sit for a minute enjoy a beer and listen to the sounds of the rain mixed with the sweet sweet sounds of cooing and newfound giggles.  as i felt the cool breeze, i thought ahead of autumn, my favorite time of the year.  we were almost there.  we had nearly survived our first hot summer as a family of six.  i felt good about this.  my stress had faded.
it is funny how the body works.  moments later i was writing in pain on the den floor clutching my chest, struggling to breath, chanting, “help me”.  i was certain that i was dying.  the nice, soothing firemen and paramedics who all arrived shortly after took my blood pressure, applied a pulse oximeter, hooked me up to an EKG machine, measured my carbon dioxide levels.   the one paramedic asked me several questions.  “are you taking any medications?”  “are you allergic to any medication?”  “have you been drinking plenty of water?”  “what did you eat for dinner?”  “have you been under stress lately?”  if i hadn’t been in excruciating pain, i might have laughed at that one.  where should i start?  “yes” was all i could manage.  i began to think about the day and all of the days before over the past couple months.  as i played back the moments in my head, the pain worsened.  the paramedic gave me instructions on how to breath.  what the hell?  i think i know how to breath.  i have been doing it for almost forty years!  but maybe i had forgotten how recently.  i have been holding so much in, waiting to exhale for weeks.  and now here i was lying on the sofa, barely dressed, hooked up to machines, surrounded by a group of emergency medical professionals, my husband, my mom, and my baby (thank goodness the big kids stayed in bed for the whole thing) having a severe panic attack.
i don’t know for sure why i wrote this all out here. maybe i want some virtual hugs, maybe i just need to write things out to process them and move on, maybe i want to connect to others who have experienced this, maybe i want advice on how to prevent this from ever happening again or how to deal with it when it does. i don’t know. maybe i woke this morning feeling thankful that i am alive and that my story continues. so i wrote about it because i can.
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you are different. this is a gift. never forget this. the world is so big yet so narrow. people will try to make you fit. they will do this by making you feel smaller. but day by day, you become more colossal.