Blogged Out
I feel blogged out. Lately, the heaviness of Waverly & Oliver's diagnosis has worn me down. I spent some time last night watching old videos of Waverly when she was almost 2 years old. I sometimes avoid the photo albums and dvds because they reveal too much...all that Wavey has lost becomes so real. But last night I was in the mood. I actually wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to remember. And there she was - the MOST beautiful little girl. She was talking about the "woo-woos" (Wiggles) and "melmo" (Elmo). She was calling for her cousin "mel-moo" and said "cheese" & "bye-bye" every time she spotted the camera. Her smile was huge and her eyes were so bright. It was so lovely to see her again, yet my heart broke thinking about how much this awful disease has stolen from her. And my mind turned to Oliver. It was almost easier not knowing and just enjoying Waverly. With Oliver I am always watching, waiting for the signs that the disease has begun to steal him away from me. I am terrified each time he forgets where his nose is or stops signing a word.
I love my kids more than anything in this world. I take joy in them every day. But there is sorrow that so very few of you will understand.
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This poem gives me some comfort. I wish there were something more I could offer.
WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
-Walt Whitman
No one can ever say, Shannon, that you are anything less than a phenomenal, incredibly loving, accepting mother. And no one could watch old home movies like you did, and not feel terribly, horribly cheated. I honestly do not think that feeling cheated in this case is a sin. I don't think there is something missing in you--something that would suddenly make it all stop hurting, leading to gladness. The only thing you can do is walk through it, and know that God appreciates your good and faithful servanthood. I know God helps you with the pain, and gives you times of joy in the midst of it, but you are still a flesh and blood mother with flesh and blood feelings.
If the blogging has been good therapy, keep it up if you can. Write what you feel, and don't worry about how someone might misinterpret it. Grieve anyway you want. This is your space.
Sending love and prayers.
Sending an offering to you of much love and comfort. This disease is so cruel, and so overwhelming with it's emotions.
I know you are able to persevere through today into a better tomorrow, yet it still doesn't take away that pain. Many tears and hugs shared with you, Joanne
Praying for you today.
I have not met you and do not know you but through your writing I have come to love you and your children. I know you are a wonderful mother who cares deeply for your children. What you are going through ~ not many of us could bare. You are doing the best you can and God WILL reward you for that! Trust and rely on him. Only He can lift you up. Know that many are praying for you today!
Cheryl Ezell TU '81
Laura Thorsrud
You are in my prayers.