Josh came into the room and said not to ruin your day, but did you hear that James Van Der Beek died? I hadn’t. He had seen and told me the news that he had terminal cancer but that was several weeks ago. He’d already told me earlier in the week that the lead singer from 3 Doors Down had also died from a strange cancer at the age of 48. That was sad too since these were people from our youth, and of course, real life people.

Before that, I’d spent the day at Hope, came home briefly for supper, and then went back out to meet with a friend who I hadn’t seen in a while. It was time for a catch up. Something about this woman was meant to draw out my callings and I love the way we are able to talk so freely with each other. We made plans to read a book together called Unwanted: How Sexual Brokenness Reveals Our Way to Healing by Jay Stringer.

I have read it before and thought I remembered liking it but bought the paperback version recently to read again as a refresher before starting at Hope. I just haven’t gotten to it yet. Recently I was trying to figure out where the interest for this topic comes from and I really couldn’t think of any kind of a story, at first. I think it goes back to being young and having questions and wanting to know how to handle my passions.

So that would be part of it, but the other part is simply just seeing the need. People need to be able to talk about these parts of their life for the purpose of finding greater peace and healing from whatever it is that is disturbing, disrupting, or torturing them.

February is such a pretty month. I love the pastels in the sky. I’m hitting a dry spell with these blogs where I don’t really know what to write. My mind these days is pretty much taken up with thinking about clients and my own relationships. My sister recently announced a save the date for an October wedding this year. She met a nice guy and they’ve been together for a little while. They aren’t engaged yet but likely will be soon.

My son has his own news that he’s been starting to reveal. I figure I’m going to wait another week for the ultrasound before I start saying anything. They had one last month but you just never know with these things. Today was the 100th day of school so Josh went out in the early morning to pick up 100 of the mini bites from Dunkin Donuts. I said I’d do it if he woke up and wasn’t feeling up to it but he was out before I was up.

I think he’s starting to feel better now. Him and my son hung out and watched shows while I painted another wall in the dining room and did some other miscellaneous things. I still am not feeling the greatest myself but I just have to keep moving. Elianna came over since it was such a nice day and gave Zorro a change of scenery to play outside. After that we went to the store. The dining room is disheveled but it won’t be forever.

Today was a much needed “me” day. If I had never been a mom I don’t think I would’ve ever truly understood the meaning behind the phrase “you cannot pour from an empty cup”. You have to have time to replenish yourself and recharge your sensitive batteries. If I am not able to do this I simply am not able to function or be productive at an optimal level of capacity. It takes a lot of time for me to recharge after depleting myself.

So I walk down the road and flap my arms in the air like they’re wings because it feels good to do so. And then I rest because I’m tired. The paint color I had ended up being a few shades too light so I had to go back and ask if they could darken the tint. The man at the counter was not happy that I was asking this. It seemed to be a major hassle that I could not understand. But he doubled the color drops and now the color is what I wanted. The picture I’d seen was darker than the actual shade.

Dad is sick now with the flu. He gets dressed and puts on his shoes and does all the same things that way except he sits up and sleeps on the couch. I asked if he was going to keep on his shoes and he said yes because it’s warmer that way. We all have to do what need to do to manage our sufferings. I’m painting because one of the boys mentioned the incompletion in the dining room from 2017 or 18. I’ve just felt inspired to try again with it.

I heard the birds this morning again. The concert went well and I actually feel better and less tired than I did the day before. The boys had a youth group event in Auburn as they have started with the fundraising for the next national youth gathering. The woman who runs the youth group there is just always going. It makes my brain hurt just to think about all the things she organizes and plans. She’s a very wonderful lady.

My will has sort of taken a hit when I was mildly derailed by an emotional setback. It can take 2-4 weeks for me to recover when that happens and I continue to be amazed by the loss of personal productivity that occurs for these reasons. I was sitting in the Auburn pew watching all the nameless faces lining up for communion. I turned to Laura’s mom and asked, “Do you know all these people?” She smiled and said yes.

Sometimes I think church is one of those things where I think I have accepted that it’s never going to be the church I had when I was five. The kids served breakfast after church so that was nice. I liked sitting at the table with everybody. We came home and I stayed in bed until about an hour before we left to watch the Super Bowl at Grandma’s. I brought stuff to do but ended up being okay with the game and company.

I had energy to clean for about 30 minutes. We pulled the chairs into the living room and the boys worked on decluttering. Dad volunteered to go pick up the paint color I’d found online that was supposed to be a creamy off-white to go with wood with red undertones. The boys helped wipe down baseboards in the kitchen and dining room with the warm soapy water. Another wiped down the sliding glass door windows.

I have that feeling that comes now when I’m doing something new and have to adjust. Elianna called this morning when I was in the middle of crying about the boys to see if I wanted to go to a concert this evening with her and my mother-in-law. They’d ended up finding cheap tickets. So I was excited to make plans for that even though I’ve been in bed for most of the day. This morning I caught myself starting to feel a little bit down.

And it was over the so called gaps that I perceive to be in my life. I have been adjusting for a while to life as is, and I do think it is possible to live a deep and fulfilling life. And not just possible but happening. Do I look around and see areas where there could probably be more? I do. But the last thing I am interested in spending my time on is missing out on the life that is right in front of me. I’ve got way better things to do.

I am realizing how much the boys have filled a deep need for closeness that is changing in time as they are growing and getting older. I thought with the first one I had made some kind of mistake, that I had pushed him away with my…I don’t even know.

Yes you do, he would say. It drove me nuts because it forces people to keep talking. I thought with the first one I had pushed him away with my frustration and paranoia and just overall dysregulation and inexperience as a mother. But that isn’t the case now.

I think it’s just them getting older. I used to think, “It isn’t like this with the other boys, but they haven’t hit puberty yet.” Why does normal life development have to change so many things? I love you, boys. I love you doesn’t even come close to describing it.

(*Bobs: Some silly thing they made up)

Uncle Glenn walked into the house while I was working on my notes. I’d heard a knock at the door and knew Dad and my son were down at the lake, so I came out from my room right as he was walking in. He’d texted me the day before to let me know he was coming, and I had meant to text him back to let him know that we’d be home and it was fine to stop by, but I forgot. I said everyone else was down at the lake.

So we decided to go down there too and by the time I had put on my coat and gloves they were back. But by this time I had already abandoned my other task and determined in my mind that this was what I was going to do. So we walked down to the lake. Uncle Glenn brought his camera and took some pictures. When I asked him if he wanted to see the lake he said he’d seen the frozen Mississippi. I said but that is not the frozen lake.

Casper came with us. He still looks pretty white compared to the snow. We’ve been talking about what to do regarding moving some of the cats outside. One day I was ready to put them all in the garage. Dad was walking around with spray and paper towels and I’m still hoping one day to get my new carpet downstairs. Dad said there was no point in trying to do it now, we might as well wait until winter is over.

Today was another day at the Hope office. I’m still really liking the work so far. My current patient list consists of 8 couples and 4 individuals. With the individuals I have seen them all but I am still getting introduced to the couples. The individual sessions serve as a nice mix-up and break from remembering two people’s names. I’m still just kind of in shock that I’m doing this even though it mostly feels very natural to me.

I’m trying to figure out what kind of therapist I am. I have to be different levels of firm and tough love-ish depending on what is going on in the session. I have refrained from tearing up with those who have done so even though it came close. That is one thing that is different with couples that goes over better when it’s two instead of one. You have to interrupt the speakers at times and overall they seem fairly okay with that.

As in you can’t be a pushover. It’s a fiercer side of compassion where you can care about the couple but you aren’t going to waste anybody’s time. I can’t really think of anything else to mention there except that I just really enjoy the sessions. It’s still early and every once in a while in a calmer moment or comparatively milder dynamic I wonder if I’m actually connecting with the people. I’m just grateful for the chance to do this.

Everything I say right now

doesn’t feel appropriate

Like I am meant to

wait it out

And keep on in the meantime

The flu has finally entered the house. I’d just been thinking how we hadn’t been sick much this winter. One of the boys came home from school and went straight to the couch and he has been there ever since. A few weeks ago another one had some kind of lung infection that caused him pain when he laughed or would take a deep breath. They know the protocol is rest, fluids, and whatever else I bring to them.

Zorro had an incident, worse than anything he’s had since coming back from the trainer. My son walked over to pet him and he kind of went nuts. We keep trying to find the common factors of when he does this, but it doesn’t seem predictable enough to nail down. It’s very upsetting for Elianna who is trying her very hardest to keep and have a good dog. I don’t know enough about dogs to know what the answer is.

Sometimes it really does seem like there aren’t any answers. The kids told me that Legolas actually does despair once as evidenced by his line to Aragorn when he says, “Forgive me, I was wrong to despair”.