
This is a tough time of year for me. It is the time when two of my loved ones died (both grams), when I got both married (the 12
th) and divorced (five years and two weeks later), when I moved into my *single mother home* terrified (this week, four years ago), and when my boyfriend and I went our separate ways (two weeks and two years past).
While spring seems to be a time of rebirth for me, and summer is a time of reckless abandon, this interim time is a time when I've pruned the heads of one too many dead flowers.
It's odd to think of June that way, given that's it's also the time of year when school gets out, camp begins, and tennis Fridays go full-force at the country club. Beaches start to pack in day-trippers and concerts in the park happen weekly. Yet for me, it's been a time of sucker punches and deep wounds.
I started dreaming about my grandmothers this week. It happens every year around this time. I wonder what would I have done differently in my relationships with them if I could do it all over. For sure I'd spend more time with them. I'd have them write their favorite recipes on cards for me. I'd fall asleep with my head on their shoulders, taking in their scents along with the sounds of their exhalations. I'd call more. Drop in for no apparent reason. And mostly, I'd show them more love than I had. I'd let them know how special they were. Because now, it's all in dreams, and none of it is shared with them.
My marriage, I am sad to say, was doomed from the start. I married my then-best-friend thinking that that would be enough. We had a beautiful child together, but everything else became messy. First one disagreement, then another, and before I knew it, we were on opposing ends with nearly everything. While I am confident our decision to divorce was the right one, it saddens me that we put each other through so much pain. And that our little boy, only three at the time, had to learn how to miss his parents, each when he was with the other.
The breakup (boyfriend) seems mild in comparison, mostly because we are back together. But still, we discussed it just days ago and I believe that the wounds have created some scars. I'd like to say that the story ends well, that we live happily ever after, but it's only just beginning.
What I know most of all is that it's tough to love, mostly because all love comes with some degree of loss. If not a breakup, or a dissolution of a marriage, then a death, or a sadness of some great proportion. What I wonder is, What can we do to enjoy it while it lasts?
Tonight I am alone, choosing not to visit the gym for the third time today. I've decided not to turn on the television or read my fabulous book
I'm Down. Instead, I am taking this time to evaluate what is, what will be, and what I want it all to look like. And in the meantime, I'm taking a little time to sit outside with the flowers that still remain in bloom.