Subconsciously I’m in turmoil.
Oh I may look calm, put-together, and self-assured on the surface. I’ve actually become a master (mistress??) of the look.
You know, the look of “normal.”
The look of a person who has moved forward, despite some crappy circumstances.
The look of a person seemingly content to sit at sporting events, cheering on her kid…alone.
The look of “happy-happy-joy-joy” everyone feels more comfortable being around.
I assume the look to avoid what many have said to me:
“Aren’t you over that yet?”
“Why don’t you move on?”
“It’s time to let it go.”
You don’t “get over” the loss of a spouse to death.
You don’t “move on” in life. You can, however, “move forward,” and my family is living proof that can be done.
Let it go?
You’re kidding me, right?
For over two thousand days (2,061 to be exact), I have awakened as a widow.
No matter how wonderful those days may have been (and there have been many more good days than bad), that simple fact remains.
I. Am. A. Widow.
My sons awaken to the realization they are still orphans (Biblical definition: fatherless).
And while we’ve made a new life, one that incorporates the best of their dad’s legacy while still moving forward, they are missing out. Big time.
Today, it hits me like a ton of bricks–my subconscious turmoil is jealousy.
I am jealous.
I am jealous of two-parent households.
I am jealous of kids who have their dads cheering them on from the stands, offering batting stance tips and advice on fielding.
I am jealous of women who awaken as wives, their husbands snuggled in close beside them in their beds.
I am jealous of extended families who make themselves available to help one another with what to me are logistical nightmares at times.
My sons have me. Period.
Uncles, aunts, and two cousins live states away, as do both grandmothers.
Questions about sex, dating, shaving, and peer pressure? Fall to me.
Teaching them to drive? Me.
And while I look all calm and pulled together on the surface, I’m like those ducks you see on ponds, gliding along beautifully—underneath that calm, under water? They’re paddling like crazy.
I’m paddling like crazy to maintain the beautiful glide.
I’m also working on this green-eyed monster, ’cause it doesn’t jive with the whole being a Christian thing.
Naming it and claiming it are good first steps.