Saturday, September 15, 2007

The New 'Normal'..........

With school starting, girls in volleyball, Austin starting preschool, watching kids again, blah, blah, blah, (as we all well know) things have been busy yet calming getting back into a more scheduled routine. Daily I write a new blog post in my head and I've started carrying the camera more often. It's taking the time to make myself sit down and post where I've failed the last month.

Anywoo, Miss Julie shared a beautiful 'hit the nail on the head' post that I would like to share. (hmmmm, maybe that is some of the problem, too. i take more time out to read others blogs that mine sometimes takes the back seat. hmmmm.) I LOVE LOVE LOVE her picture at the end at their memory place with her family. We do visit our memory place every month and the kids love to go walk through talking about all the people they're related to. Man of Mine's family is huge and there are about 24 relatives from both sides of his laid to rest up there. One of these days I'll get our family pic up there. It truly is a beautiful setting; up on a hill, in the country, aged pine trees, pond to the west and I especially remember Aaron's graveside service last year in April. I specifically wanted a sunset service and we made it perfectly on time. It was beautiful! Waters Cemetery is part of our normal. One day I'll share more.

Also, this poem can help others realize why our (those of us who have lost a babe) minds are not as clear as they once were. The trauma has forever clouded our daily routines, activities, relationships, etc....We're still trying to find our new 'normal'.

"A Bereaved Mother's New Normal"

From the heart of a bereaved Mother...This is now what "normal" is...

Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your family's life.

Normal for me is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Birthdays, Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, July 4th and Easter.

Normal is feeling like you know how to act and are more comfortable at a funeral than a wedding or birthday party.. yet feeling a stab of pain in your heart when you smell the flowers and see the casket.

Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and screaming, because you just don't like to sit through anything.

Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand 'what ifs' and 'why didn't I's' go through your head constantly.

Normal is reliving that day continuously through your eyes and mind, holding your head to make it go away.

Normal is having the TV on the minute you walk into the house to have noise, because silence is deafening.

Normal is staring at every baby who looks like she is my baby's age and then thinking of the age she would be now and not being able to imagine it. Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it, because it will never happen.

Normal is every happy event in my life always being backed up with sadness lurking close behind because of the hole in my heart.

Normal is telling the story of your child's death as if it were an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in someone's eyes at how awful it sounds, and yet realizing it has become a part of my "normal".

Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your child's memory and their birthday and survive these days, trying to find the balloon or flag that fits the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.

Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special that reminds me of my baby. Thinking how she would have loved it, but how she's not here to enjoy it.

Normal is having some people afraid to even mention my baby.

Normal is making sure that others remember her.

Normal is that after the funeral is over, everyone else goes on with their lives but we will continue to grieve our loss forever.

Normal is weeks, months and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse sometimes, not better.

Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lossed a child. NOTHING. Even if your child is in the remotest part of the earth away from you - it doesn't compare. Losing a parent is horrible, but having to bury your own child is unnatural.

Normal is trying not to cry all day, because I know my mental health depends on it.

Normal is realizing I do cry everyday.

Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone, but someone stricken with grief over the loss of your child.

Normal is feeling a common bond with friends on the computer in England, Australia, Canada, the Netherlands and all over the USA, but never having met any of them face to face.

Normal is a new friendship with another grieving mother, talking and crying together over our children and our new lives.

Normal is not listening to people make excuses for God. "God may have done this because..." I love God. I know that my baby is in Heaven, but hearing people try to make up excuses as to why healthy babies are taken from this earth is not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense to this grieving mother.

Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did laundry or if there is any food in the house.

Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have two children or one, because you will never see this person again and it is not worth explaining that my baby is in Heaven. Yet when you say you have one child to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as if you have betrayed your baby.

Normal is asking God why he took your child's life instead of yours.

Normal is knowing I will never get over the loss, in a day or a million years.

And last of all, Normal is hiding all the things that have become "normal" for you to feel, so that everyone else around you will think you are "normal".
~Author Unknown~

The only other 'normal' I have to add is.........this is my new normal, normal.
This entire poem is my daily mindset, routine, emotions.......................times 3.


kdwhorses said...

I also love the poem, I read it on Polka Dot's page as well. I do not even know what to say since I have not lost a child. I will say I will be praying for you and your family. And you can see your steadfast faith in your lives. Thanks for sharing. God Bless!

Angel Mom said...

I would love to see a family picture at the memory place.

Thank you for your comment on my blog.