January 7, 2013

Starting Anew: A Long Time Coming

No more apologies or false starts: we're back. I'm back.

2012 as I'll remember it
I wanted to say so much the last two months of 2012; I didn't stay away for lack of things to discuss. (You know that's never the case.) My fear was that my words made me a broken record. Hadn't I already said those things before, in some form or another?

I spent most of 2012 grieving and, worse yet, denying I was doing so. What's there to grieve when you're home and holding your baby again? Somehow I was doing both.

I grieved in tears, in sleepless nights, in visions and nightmares, in hives and panic attacks, in headaches and laughter that turned back into bawling. I grieved in silence and in exhaustion and in the midst of powerful, endless gratitude.

Gratitude beyond words - but I tried anyway.

I grieved in months and months deleted by the wide-eyed, glazed over, "just shuffling my feet" kind of living recovery required. I grieved in conversations I'll never remember and days that went by without my noticing.

I grieved my expectations, what I thought our life would look like. What Mary Brooks' blissful baby days would be filled with, easy and sweet as they had started. How my life would continue as I'd always known it, focused on daily concerns and only occasional, manageable roadblocks.

I grieved my innocence. The 'floating through life' feeling I had for 30 years, coasting along on a whim.

I grieved the pulling back of some unknown veil, showing me what the depths of hurt looked and felt like. And how the world was filled with more of it than I'd ever realized, busy as I was with my floating.

I was an unwilling beekeeper, scrambling to pull that life-saving veil back down and keep everything out. I wanted to take the world in through that gauzy cheesecloth again, blissful in ignorance.

I had my dukes up most of the year, bracing for another impact. I felt the constant rush of adrenaline you get after a near-miss car accident; every tiny thing made me jump, left me wanting to crawl out of my skin.

I hadn't known unbridled pain like that existed, what I felt when I came face-first into my inability to protect Mary Brooks. My inability to run the world and care for everyone I love who lives in it.

I peered into a limitless well of hurt - and panicked. Once the immediate danger was over, I couldn't pinpoint the continuing source of my grief. Then it came to me: I had made it through "this," but knew that if there was anything worse out there in the universe, deep down in that well, I couldn't survive it. I wouldn't.

I thought I really might have died from the sheer awfulness, from the consuming ache. In the hospital it welled up and burned in my chest, leaving me tearless, wordless - scarred.

In the months afterward the pain came and went - when I thought I was out of the woods (and trumpeted the news widely), it swooped in to prove me wrong.

But I couldn't let myself say the words, let myself admit that, despite the joy I wanted to exude, there was a gaping puddle of sorrow.

I know now they can coexist, grief and thankfulness. And the more you admit you're hurting, the less it aches.

I'm sorry for not telling you. For being more concerned about sounding boring or self-absorbed than I was about being authentic. For not shepherding even one person who might come across these pages in a similarly difficult moment.

I feel tremendous relief in the starting of a new year, the rolling over of a calendar and a fresh era for our family. I feel it all rising.

The upside to losing six months of memories is that we'll celebrate a second "first" Easter, Mother's Day, Fourth of July, beach trip, start of the school year.

At the end of the summer Bradley left his job, the one that kept him from us more than 100 hours in his final week, and a weight was lifted immediately. (And another one added, but I'll get to that.)

I was able to fall asleep before 4:00 am for the first time in ages, to share the daily duties of running our life, to start forming memories that lasted more than an hour or two. We began the real, slow work of recovery then.

My sweet girl
It might sound crazy, particularly to people who aren't believers, but we felt his decision was in obedience to what our family was being called to do. Who leaves a job with nothing else lined up, not knowing what's next? After trusting the Lord with the very life of our child, you'd imagine it'd be difficult to put up a fight on something as (seemingly) small as a job. And yet we did.

It took months of prayer and discussion and weary conversations (mostly dead-eyed stares over our dining room table, sleepless as we were) to make the leap. I'm so proud of him, the hard worker and constant provider, for making this big transition. For putting aside what makes sense to the rest of the world and setting a tremendous example of obedience and faith.

So here we are, five months later, and the future is unclear in that arena. Better hours will require a career shift of sorts, and we're praying about the details (tiny things like insurance, resumes, interviews, encouragement, provision) as we go. For a planner like me, it can be unnerving - but I'm making a moment by moment commitment to surrender.


My prayer is that the Lord tells a big, wonderful story through our family, just as He did last year, despite my temper tantrums doubts and without my help.

We have seen so much confirmation of our decision, and God has richly blessed us with gifts I can't begin to name. (Being able to string words together without crying, for instance, and growing my business in ways that both excite me and help our family.)

Bradley has been busy, though not in the way he first expected, with a side project that I look forward to sharing with you, too.
Merry Christmas - and it really was.

For now, just know I'm back. I can't wait to discuss what matters with you - and to discuss royal babies, Downton Abbey, and every other mindless diversion I've missed.

Thank you for keeping me busy on Instagram (heaven help the folks who don't enjoy seeing pictures of my kids), Twitter and in real life. For being patient and prayerful. For emailing and calling and texting. For wading through all this.

I feel a weight off and a light at the end of this tunnel. Welcome, 2013!

 


The Lord has done great things for us, 

and we are filled with joy.

-Psalms 126:3

11 comments:

Day Old News said...

May this year bring your family great things, fun memories, and fresh starts!

In This Wonderful Life said...

I've gone through exactly so many things that you've mentioned! It's hard and it does make you ache, but you will get through it! I still have those 'they are still alive and well thoughts' bc fear can be so strong.

MB is so lucky to have you guys as parents and God as her protecter. It's amazing and hard sometimes how he shows us things that we didn't know we were capable of!

xoxo

Ann said...

Love you so much, Anne-girl!! And I STILL want you to be a writer!!!

Suze said...

Sending big prayers and hugs that this new year will be GREAT!

What does Bradley do? I may have something , maybe

Kodi said...

Wow. Thank you so much for sharing. It's funny that we can know someone and they can be going through pain similar to ours, and when we don't share that pain with each other, we never know we're not alone. Also, wow. You & Bradley live with a boldness and faith that I can only pray to reach someday. We know that Nathan's current position isn't what he's "supposed" to be doing, but to leave without a backup plan terrifies me. I look forward to hearing more about this faith journey from y'all.

XO. (Sorry for the longest comment ever)

Whitney said...

We've been friends for 8 years, even though we've only seen each other face-to-face a handful of times. I'm so thankful that I can call you a sister in Christ, and I am so proud of your honesty. And don't you worry for a second about sounding like a broken record. This blog is your space, and we are here because we care about you. I look forward to what the Lord has in store for the Smiths in 2013!! Thank you for being brave to share your heart with us.

Turner Aycock said...

Was so happy to read your blog post tonight. I have prayed for your family more than any other "imaginary" family this year (see: blog friends) :) I have always loved reading your blog, as I believe you and I share a common sense of humor, but when MB got sick, I was gripped with fear for y'all. I read your posts during that time sobbing at my computer and was devastated that something like that was happening to someone I "know". Now I am rambling and am not eloquent with words like you are, but just know that I am glad you are back and I will continue to pray for your sweet fam!

Leslie said...

It sounds like you have definitely been through a lot in 2012. May the Lord continue to bless and keep you.

Kathy said...

Have fun enjoying your new first Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day, Easter, Mother's Day, Father's Day, etc. with your sweet girl (and of course, mr. mac!)! What a wonderful year 2013 will be!

Amy said...

such an honest post. i love the verse at the end - that's what we used on our christmas cards this year. one of my favorite verses is the passage in 2 samuel where david is thanking God for all that He's done. 2 samuel 7:18 "“Who am I, O Sovereign LORD, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far?"
often times in the midst of trials it's so hard to see, but looking back it's amazing to know that He cares enough to bring us through. and to not only bring us through it, but to bring goodness out of it as well. praying that this will be the year for your family that you'll be able to look back and say, "O Sovereign Lord, look how far you have brought us!"

Sweet Caroline said...

I am so happy to hear things are starting to look up for you and your family. Y'all are so strong. Honestly, I was so curious when you started posting pictures of those AMAZING pieces of furniture Bradley was making...all I could think was "how in the world does he have time to do that?" He's gifted for sure. Love following along on your journey; so, so happy that beautiful baby is happy and healthy!

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