I’ve been up since 4am…on a Saturday morning…churning. That’s the only word to describe the multiple emotions that are whipping through my mind right now. It’s almost impossible to pin each emotion down but dread, excitement, anxiety, saddness, joy and exhaustion are amoung the contenders as the sun rises today. They are swirling around in my brain, my stomach and in my tender heart…a soup of emotions…churning.
I’m not ok today. I’m not ok because today is my son’s 4th birthday party. Part of me is so excited for him because when you’re little, birthdays are SO MUCH FUN! I can’t wait to decorate and pick up his cake and watch his sweet face light up. But I dread it to. I dread it because Patrick won’t be there. Yet another milestone he won’t be there for and oh boy, here come the tears.
I’m not ok because I’m overwhelmed with all I need to, how tired I am and how it sometimes just stinks to have it all on your shoulders. I’m dealing with the anxiety that I might not have all the food ready and perfectly timed out (even though I know it ultimately doesn’t matter). I’m just not ok today. Not even a little bit.
The good thing that I know now after nearly 11 months of learning to live this new life is that it’s perfectly OK that I’m not OK. It’s ok because I will get up here in a few minutes, go through my list, line out my day and proceed. I will hug my son and rejoice that the party is, in fact TODAY and we will start blowing up balloons. I may cry the entire time I’m in the car going to get the cake and that’s ok. When I get home and I’m cutting up fruit I’m may be angry for a bit because Patrick is not here but that’s ok too.
I may pray the entire time I’m setting tables, vacuuming and mopping the floor for God to give me strength and energy and peace and that’s more than ok. I may tear up when family arrives and my mom gives me one of those knowing hugs that mothers can give because she knows I’m struggling and that’s ok too.
It’s all ok because I’m raw and human and it’s my little boy’s first birthday without his Daddy. Patrick won’t be there for anymore parties and it sucks. Plain and simple. I’m allowed to feel joy for my baby’s 4th birthday and overwhelming saddness at the same time. The churning.
So this morning I’m giving myself permission to feel what I feel and not judge each emotion. To pray and breathe through the churning and to not be ok but still be PRESENT and full of love because THIS DAY won’t ever happen again.