Monday, February 27, 2012

When the Wait is Over

Recently I have come to what feels like such a strange place in my life. I look around, and everything is still. Not in a literal sense. We are constantly moving from one activity to the next. Or if we are just hanging out at home, there are two little people running around non-stop trying to find new things to get into. There is only a small amount of down time throughout our action packed days.

What is different now is that we are settled. There is a major lack of drama. I am realizing that for a very long time, I have been living in a sort of survival mode. There have been an assortment of events in my life that have given me a false sense of entitlement. Not feeling entitled to "things", but feeling entitled to stop living. To just sit and wait.

It started when my brother, Corby, passed away five and half years ago. I had just graduated college, had just gotten married, and had just started teaching. A lot was going on. And it took me a long time to get out of the pity party phase. Of course, I experienced a tragic loss that absolutely turned my world upside down. But for far too long, I used it as an excuse to be pretty much worthless. I didn't take care of myself, my home, or my marriage. I didn't want to. I just wanted to mope around, drowning in my sorrows, fantasizing about how things could have been, dreaming of one more day with him.



Two years later, when I was finally getting back on my feet, God gave me the most precious and perfect gift in the world- Ace. Being a mom was really all I had ever wanted. Now I had a daughter.



These two major events are clearly polar opposite. One was death-- one was life. One was a much feared nightmare-- the other my favorite dream come true. One was tragic, and heart wrenchingly painful-- the other blissful, and intoxicatingly joyous. One was the worst day of my life-- the other was the greatest.

But my reactions were similar. I used each event as an excuse to ultimately be lazy.

Now, I had a baby. I was tired-- all the time. Crazy right? A new mom-- completely exhausted. And my kid even slept a ridiculous amount of hours. I swear for several months she slept about 21 hours a day. I slept a lot too. I told my mom once, "well, my doctor told me to sleep whenever the baby slept." She explained that that rule didn't apply if your baby slept 90% of the day.

I went through a lot of emotions in that first year of her life. I was so in love. I couldn't stand to be apart from her for more than a few minutes. I couldn't even believe that this type of love existed. She made me so happy. I was also completely distraught knowing that Corby would never meet her in this world.

It was right about her first birthday when things really changed.
She woke up.
She went from being the best sleeper in the world, to, well, I won't say the worst, but it was not good. She decided not to nap anymore-- at all. The only way I could get her to sleep was by driving up and down the Katy Freeway, keeping a pretty fast and steady speed. When she would finally be out, my only option was to go park the car somewhere, and just sit. Trying to move her from the car into the house was not an option. Sometimes I would take a little nap in the car right along with her. Other times, I would park the car in our driveway, climb out my window, and go inside to try and get things done around the house. Opening my car door was not an option either, it would wake her every time. I got pretty good at climbing out the window. Once inside I would normally just sit on the couch and stare at her through the window until she woke up.

There also wasn't a whole lot of sleep at night. We tried a million different techniques, read every "How to Get Your Baby to Sleep" book. Nothing worked.

So again, I went into what I call survival mode. Not really living, just surviving. Now, this is not to be mistaken for a lack of happiness. I was happy. My daughter was happy. Despite the lack of sleep for all of us, we were still a silly, goofy, joy-filled family. But I used the fact that it was a trying time, to just sit and wait for that season to pass.

And it did. We finally threw out all of the books and ignored all advice from mom's with perfect little sleepers, and we did what worked for us-- Moved her into our bed. There were still no naps, but as she got older, it slowly but surely got better and I got used to it.

After Ace turned two, things started getting "easy", and we were finally settled into parenthood. Life was feeling really calm, we were getting into routines. That's when we decided Ace needed a brother or sister-- and ultimately our journey to Archie began.

And so began the most anxious, worry filled year of my life. Another excuse to to sit and wait. Not waiting patiently, while filing my time with other productive things...that would have been positive waiting. Not waiting faithfully, knowing that God was holding me, Archie, and my entire family tightly in His hands. My waiting consisted of fearfully checking my email every 17 minutes. Staying up until 1 AM every night, because that meant it was 9 AM in Bulgaria, and maybe I would have some news. Waking back up at 4 AM when there had been nothing in my inbox at 1. I did this even when I wasn't expecting any news at all. I had nightmares that Archie for some reason became unable to be adopted, or worse, that he died. Sleep was mostly non-existent, and again, survival mode.

More waiting.

Then the day came when he was finally home, and so began the real journey. It was no longer just a dream. It wasn't a fantasy. He wasn't this precious little orphan boy living thousands of miles away. He was my son. And he would be coming home with us to stay forever.

I have mentioned many times before how insanely smooth his adjustment was from that very first day. He was as easy as could be. Well, as easy as you could expect a 7 year old with Down Syndrome who had spent his entire life in an orphanage to be.
And while that made everything far more effortless for me and Joey, it was still a huge adjustment, and we knew that the road ahead was not so smoothly paved every inch of the way.

We have absolutely hit road bumps. We have most definitely had days that were hard. And again, I gave myself a free pass from obligations, and simple every day life.

You see, in all of these situations, I have said to myself, "well, I don't have to feel bad about forgetting that meeting because I lost my brother." Or "I don't have to worry about ever doing any housework because I have a toddler who doesn't sleep." (Now, I do think every mom should cut themselves some slack in this area, but holy moly not like I did.) Or "I don't need to stress over being there for a friend in a time of need, I am already stressed out because I am waiting on my son to come home". You get the picture.

But Archie wasn't going to give me much time for that. Just over six months home and we are settled. Of course this doesn't mean that everything is perfect. But there is nothing that I am waiting on. Nothing that I am waiting to get over, or to get used to. There is nothing that is consuming me, leaving me pacing back and forth all day.

And to be honest, it is kind of a scary place for me. There is nothing holding me back-- no excuse not to live life. I feel excited, but not anxious. My natural inclination now would be to fill this space, what feels like a void, with something new. But that is not what I am going to do. I want to focus on the things that I already have going on. I want to embrace this time with my family. I want to slow down. I want to simplify. I want to live in the present. Not with one foot in yesterday and the other in tomorrow.

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."
-Oscar Wilde

These two should make really living life pretty spectacular.


Lots of Love!
Lisa

5 comments:

Christyn Emily said...

To my lovely Lisa -- I love this! I'm so thankful for your friendship and your honesty. I am excited for you in this season... to live purposefully with your family and friends and enjoy the blessings that God has poured into your life! And also, for this time of listening to God for His perfect, loving leading into your next adventure (when the time comes, of course!)

Lainey said...

I just love you. And this. And everything you are and everything you do. You inspire me daily. xoxo.

Alicia Llanas said...

i just love this post, because i was just going to post something similar in hte next couple days at the 6 month anniversary of our daughter came home, im settle too, or as you better described now im not in survival mode

:D hugs

Heather and Suzanne said...

This sounds so familiar in ways, I told a friend once that I felt like business and stress were idols in my life, I didn't know how to function without that and I really didn't want to give up and let loose of that life style...wow. You have got to read One Thousand Blessings by Ann Voskamp, other than When LIfe is Hard it is one of my all time favorites!
xoxo,
Suzanne and Clay, Murphy and madden of course!

Anonymous said...

Pretty cool Ecunametada my friend

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