Reflection

Peace in Every Word

February 26, 2015

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It is an odd statement to hear that we could most likely hurt each other more through our words than through our actions. When I look at my children, I think that they would rather take a punch to the gut than to be cut down through someone’s statements or words. Our speech is not something to be taken lightly, but yet so often words coming flying out of our mouths or off the keyboard or pen without much thought. They are simply our opinions, and therefore can not do any real damage, right?

The blogging world is an interesting one, at first a place to come to share happy moments, a sense of community, a piece of ourselves. In doing so, it opens us up to a world of both incredible positivity and the threat of incredible negativity. It brings up so many wonderful questions about where lines are drawn in our world, and what is safe or necessary to reveal to the world around us. It also brings us a moment to reflect that peace is not only in our actions, but in our every day speech as well. It is not only in the steps that we take, but in the words that we share. The world is not a place where beauty is inherent in all things, it must be created by each of us. When I say my prayers at night, silently whispering into the universe, my greatest hope is that my children never face the darkness that we all know is present in our world. That they will forever be the bearers of light. It is a choice, our words, just like our actions. Somehow this lesson feels so vital to pass down to our babes. As their mom, I am trying hard to find a way to create a line of trust through positive speech. There are so many moments when we disagree, when I can not understand where their minds are, but I am trying to approach them with a sense of respect for who they are becoming, and using my words as a powerful jumping off point for discussion, rather than a place to just cut them down in exasperation.

Taking this practice out into the world around me is tougher than I thought. There are moments when I want to yell at my TV, or the person driving next to me, or the person who cut in front of me in line. It is so easy, isn’t it, to throw our words around, even in our own minds. It is so hard to let go of a negativity that is so ingrained in us as our right that we barely give it a passing thought. We hear about children who have taken their own lives from the words that are spoken at school, or on the internet, but as adults we do not give the same consideration to ourselves. We think we have thicker skin, we can take it, but we rarely acknowledge that negativity in words and thoughts leaves us a little emptier, a little less willing to share.

I respect those people who choose to walk away from negativity at every step. Whose words and actions match the life they want to create and the children they are hoping to raise. As my oldest children begin to walk on a more independent path (am I really facing teenagers here soon?), I hope that we can teach them that their words are their most powerful tool. That if they truly want to create peace, to a create a better world, it simply starts with the words they choose to use.

Peace in every step, peace in every thought, peace in all our words.

 

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Moving Forward

January 13, 2015

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Sometimes putting one foot in front of the other is the hardest task. Baby steps, they call it. It is in the moment where you are so frozen in time that the next moment seems worlds away that those baby steps are the toughest.

A few weeks after my last post, two things happened that defined my summer. First, my daughter and last babe turned 1. I am not sure how that happened. Time flew by, and there we were. The pink cake, the banners, the rain, the singing and the food. It was all there, and it was glorious. Everyone I loved in one room, celebrating this child who still seems like a dream. We had created a new space inside; new paint, new furniture, new start. The day dawned with clouds and pouring rain, a trait of almost every birthday party I ever try to throw. It was still perfect, and every detail I wanted to make my own. As the day drew to a close, we exhaled. Months of work to restore our home were nearing completion, this big day was in the books, and we could enjoy the summer.

Then the unexpected. My husband began to develop chest pains. We thought that perhaps he had torn a muscle from all the house work, but as hours grew into days, something seemed off. Finally an eemergencytrip to the doctor ensued, and we were told he had a serious pulmonary embolism. It is weird, isn’t it, that one sentence can change everything? I knew it could happen, I knew that most likely it would one day, but not that day. That day I thought, as he did, that we were just overreacting. I thought that we would be home in a few short hours with the idea of rest and lots of ibuprofen. I didn’t ever think that  I would be sitting next to him wondering exactly how to prepare myself or my kids for the worst, but there we were.

Those moments so often play in my head like a video on playback. Seeing his face as they called down to the cat scan room, knowing what was being said on the other end of the line,  not knowing what was going to be said next, racing home to deposit my children somewhere, anywhere that I would not have to think of them for a bit, not understanding how it was possible that I needed to not think of them, anything of them, for a short moment in time. Calling his family, my family, his friends, our friends, and telling them that I wasn’t sure what was next. Then the wait. The needles, the medicines, the invisibility that so often comes with being the visitor and not the patient. The need to do something, anything, to make him comfortable, to just stop the wait. Anything to stop the wait.

I remember that I apologized for every bad thing I had ever said to him. All those frustrating moments of marriage that we all experience were gone, and in their place was a need for him to know that he was the most loved person in the world. Something that I wished, in that long moment, that I could have given in all of the other moments we had shared.

In the end, we were one of the lucky ones, as we would get him back to share many more frustrating moments of marriage and parenthood and life, and for that we were eternally grateful. The road has been long, and we still face the very real possibility of this happening again, and then again. But we aren’t the same that we were before. We live our lives just a bit differently, with a near constant reminder that every day is pretty incredible, and amazing, and full of the need to live it fully. That should have been there before this happened, but it wasn’t. When I look back, I realize that with four kids, we were more in survival mode than life mode. That changed this past summer. We are in full on living mode right now, and we are trying, in whatever we can, to impart that to our kids.

It is funny how much I have shied away from writing since all of this happened. As if putting it into words would make it more real than it already was. I haven’t been able to sit down and write a word since July, not one word. Today I just sat down and began. No edits, just a flowing trail of words strung together with all the emotions of letting go. I think that I needed this.

This is not the worst thing that is going to happen us, which is scary as anything, but it will rank as one of the hardest things we have had to face so far. Difficult moments, life events, they do not leave you the same person you once were. Why should they? Life is meant to shake us up and spit us out and see how the heck we handle what it throws at us. I am hopeful that we have faced the challenge with the strength that we were graced with, and that in choosing to look at life in a new way, we are taking more control of the happiness that we so often believe can come from something or someone, but rarely look inside of ourselves to find.

For now, we have enjoyed the holidays, we have celebrated the passing of another year, and we are in the quiet of the winter season. We are not waiting for the next big paycheck, to lose the weight, to have the time, or the house, or the space. We are living. We are doing things that we said we wanted to, we are taking chances, and we are moving forward, one baby step at a time.

Wishing you all a beautiful beginning to the new year.

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