So I know it's been a while since I've posted on here. It just didn't feel....right.
I was flipping through channels on tv the other day, and caught part of an interview that Jennifer Lopez was giving. She was speaking about a health scare that her daughter, Emme, had a few years ago. Apparently one morning Emme woke up with a bump on her head. J Lo started panicking and said, "If she's not going to be ok, I'm not going to be ok."
Well James is not ok. And therefore, I'm not ok. Nothing is ever ok.
Everything I say or do seems like a substitute for what I "Should be" doing. Like James "should be" 14 months old now. I "should be" wrapping Christmas presents and decorating for my baby's first Christmas that he will actually participate in. I "should be" baby proofing and taking trips to the park. I "should be" dressing James in the Christmas outfit I bought him last spring on clearance that is now just hanging in his closet with the rest of the fall and winter clothes I had stocked up on.
I'm not sure when the "should be's" stop. Do they ever? Is there ever a time where this alternate universe becomes reality? Or will life always be measured by what should have, could have been?
I can keep it together most of the time. I have the whole "pretending to be fine" thing down pretty well I think. I can smile and laugh. I can tickle other people's children and kiss their sweet cheeks. I can push away the thoughts and memories that come bubbling up so that I don't become a crying mess in front of anyone.
I don't let myself go through the pictures and videos from these dates last year. I can't go there. When I start to do that, I get really angry. I get mad that last year I tried to be the perfect wife, mother, daughter in law, trying to appease everyone. In the end, I ended up exhausted and and didn't even get to hold my child during Christmas eve service or while opening presents. And nothing was ever good enough anyway.
The best thing I can saw that has happened the last month or so is that it's over. I survived. I don't mean to be really depressing, and to be honest, this is a notch above the depressing that is usually lingering in my mind.
A few months ago I was watching the Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. There's a part in the movie where Sidda's (Sandra Bullock) fiancee is talking to Vivi. He says to her that Sidda is always "Waiting for the bottom to drop out". And Vivi replies to him "You know why she thinks that, don't ya, honey? Because it did. It always did."