6+ Years….

2018-07-07 20.14.12

Monday was the 6th anniversary of my mother’s passing. There is a surrealness for me still,  to writing these words.

I did not forget what day it was, but it passed swiftly as all of my days do lately, in a flurry of taking care of business – these days, of wrapping up summer and getting ready to send two not-quite-so-little-anymore girls off to school once more. It passed in wrapping up other long over due details of my life, in a tired haze, but the day was not lost on me. I would like to have had some moments to sit quietly and reflect on all of this, but instead, in my usual multi-tasking way, I ruminated on where I am with this, while trying to do so many other things, all without much focus.

I reflected last year (read it here) on how tough this still is for me, how much is still sucks. And truth be told, it still does, it still sucks. I still miss her, speaking of her loss still chokes me up, and I still wish it were different.

But a few months after writing that piece last year, I decided I needed to get a little more intentional about healing from this loss, and come to some deeper acceptance that this is the turn her life, and subsequently mine, and all of those who loved her, has taken. It was time for the deep mourning to soften. Time to embrace life for what it is, at least as much as mourn what it isn’t.

The biggest piece I’ve come to accept is that the missing doesn’t really get any easier, and maybe it shouldn’t. I will always miss her, she gave me life, and she loved me fiercely in the best way she knew how. In her own beautiful, messy, flawed, uniquely Stephanie way, she loved me, and who wouldn’t miss that?

She gave me many gifts, as well as some significant challenges, and in some ways even those are gifts, for they’ve forced me to stretch beyond what I knew, what I was raised with, and question what I wish to carry forth, and what would be best left behind. This is, like so much of life, and ongoing process, but that is also as it should be.

The greatest gift she gave me was her fierce love, which I hope I am doing an adequate job of translating to my own children. I love them with everything in me, and I try not to be too overbearing with this, and definitely fail sometimes at this, but I hope when and if they reflect back on their childhoods with me, they’ll remember and feel the strength of that love.

She gave me a deep sense of responsibility toward others, I can remember vividly, her telling me when I was quite small, that I should think about how others felt too – I think this was mostly in the context of her trying to navigate the sibling issues between myself and my little brother, but it left a deep impression on me, and I still think that way all of the time.

She was never one to accept the status quo as necessarily right, and from that I learned to examine and question everything around me, including my own motives. In a nutshell, she taught me critical thinking. This both keeps me up at night and probably makes me a better person.

She always strove for self-improvement, and I also took this very much to heart. These days, I’m striving to not think so much of improvement, and more of just resting where I’m at for a few moments. If I could speak to her today, I’d love to tell her that I can see how far she came, and that it was enough.

She taught me also a sense of responsibility toward the world around me, and especially the natural world. I don’t have the same level zeal she had for doing right by this planet we live on, but it all really matters to me, and informs my actions and choices still.

But most of all, as I already mentioned, she taught me love. My little one says snuggling is my superpower, so I think mom and I both got something right there.

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