Wednesday, January 30, 2013

the magic word

i was chatting with a couple girlfriends last night.  we were all three sharing the difficulties we've been going through.  it would appear that no one is immune from the dirtiness of life.  i am thankful for authentic, same-during-the-good-times-AND-bad-times friendships.  because being able to share the burdens...well, it just makes this life a little bit easier.

and on that note, thank you for reading this blog.  really.  thank you for reading.  it helps me immensely just to write out my feelings.  but it helps even more to know people are reading.  and supporting.  and encouraging.  and praying.  and learning.  it makes this struggle with sensory processing disorder the tiniest bit easier.  

and, sometimes, the tiniest bit is just enough.

of course the heavy heart things i was sharing last night have to do with spd and how it affects our entire family.  i've been struggling with some aspects of the spd diagnosis that don't necessarily have to do with harrison, but more with jeremy and me.  after all, it's our own quirks (aka genetics) that have contributed to harrison's issues.  i don't want to write about the particulars because, frankly, i don't think it would be beneficial to do so.  just know that i recognize this mental struggle i have and i plan to seek some wise counsel about it.  i believe STAR has counselors/psychiatrists on staff that are there for this very purpose - helping families deal with all aspects of this disorder.

and on that note, jeremy and i have an appointment at STAR this evening at five o'clock to hear the results of harrison's evaluation.  both of us are prepared for what we might hear and are looking forward to getting started with therapy, but i'm sure there will still be tears.  there always are.

which leads me to the reason for this post.

last night, as i was talking about this current struggle i have, something harrison asked me the previous night popped into my head.  and i started explaining to the girls, "what did harrison say to me?  oh yeah..."  and then i remembered exactly what he said.  and then the tears came hard.  the kind of tears that make you stop breathing.  the kind of tears that make you scrunch up your eyes because the memory is so painful, so emotional, so rip-your-heart-out awful.  the kind of tears you hope you never have to cry.

as i was tucking harrison into bed the night before last, i was hugging him and he asked, "can we have a magic word for no hugs?"

he was asking for a way, a kind way, to let me know that he just doesn't want to be hugged.

in that moment, when he asked, i was fine with it.  i stopped hugging him, asked him if a kiss was okay, gave him a kiss, and told him we could talk about a magic word in the morning.

but last night, as i was remembering the moment, my heart hurt (still hurts) so much! 

my son doesn't want me to hug him.

there's no magic word for that.  

and here's what i've realized about words.  they make things real.  or maybe it's that they make you realize.

have you ever gone through something?  maybe something private?  maybe something painful?  and it's okay that you are going through it.  your heart might hurt some, but you're dealing with it.  but dare to tell someone about it.  and the instant you do, you finally recognize the weight of the situation.  you realize the depth of the pain.  your words have given life to what was inside your heart and now you are wearing your heart on your sleeve.  you can't hide it, stuff it, bury it, or ignore it anymore.  it's real. 

that's what happened with me.  the second i began to speak the words out loud...the words harrison asked...i recognized the deep aching sadness i feel.

my heart is heavy today.  i might post yummy recipes or fun craft ideas but that stuff is all surface.  sure, it makes our days around here a bit brighter, which is great, and i want to share those fun things with you.  but i wouldn't be authentic if i didn't share the dirt and the depth, too.

and, right now, this mama's insides feel like they are being torn out.  and i am desperately longing for a magic word to make it all better.

so, thank you for letting me share my struggles.  thank you for helping to carry this burden and making this journey just the tiniest bit easier.  because, today, that tiny bit is just enough.  


Leslie said...

Sending you a virtual hug!

April said...

Thank you for sharing your heart with us, Rachel. I think the Lord is using you in a powerful way. I know that you are an inspiration in my life, even though we don't get to see each other often. I was just thinking about what a Godly lady you are, the other night, and thanking God for allowing us to meet and become friends. You are a beautiful mama, a beautiful wife, a beautiful friend, and a beautiful follower of Christ.
2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.
“The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.“ ~ David Brainerd
John 16:22 So also you have sorrow now, but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you. (Jesus’ words)
Psalms 30:5 …Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.
Psalms 46:1 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Lamentations 3:31-32 For the Lord will not cast off forever, but, though he cause grief, he will have compassion according to the abundance of his steadfast love; for he does not willingly afflict or grieve the children of men.
“Comfort and prosperity have never enriched the world as much as adversity has.” ~ Billy Graham
“If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.“ ~C. S. Lewis