I am most definitely emerging from THE GREAT FUNK OF 2016. (Unfortunately not a throwback ’70s band but a very sad and grief-y series of months.)
Making it through to the other side? Oh it feels so good.
When I was deep in the muck I drafted a post about family. How awesome it is and how I couldn’t get through hard stuff without it and omigod can someone please pass me some Kleenex?
Yeah I wasn’t quite ready to write that post. Too emotional. Too much love.
So here I am, back to finish what I started.
Family. THEY ARE THE BEST.
So far, no need for tissues. I will continue.
Recently my brother-in-law, his wife and their adorable two-year-old came to stay with us for almost two weeks. This long-ago planned visit happened to coincide within days of me finding out I was miscarrying.
To quote my sister, the visit was going to be either really good for me or really disastrous. (Love my sister, she tells it like it is.)
Know what? It was really, really good. The polar opposite of disastrous.
They were awesome and totally in-tune to the situation, offering to give space and distance and I’m sure chocolate if I had asked nicely.
The funny thing is, even though I usually burrow deep into the ground during hard times, I didn’t want space or privacy this time around. I wanted family 24-7 to love and embrace me. They did and it was nothing short of wonderful.
During their visit, our kids played together and fought over toys and chased each other with balloons. Meanwhile us adults lounged around and caught up on each others’ lives. We shared meals, tucked our kids into bed and watched Community and Six Feet Under. We talked about the hard stuff. The challenges of parenting, marriage, and yes, even conceiving a second child.
For many years, burrowing worked well-enough when the goal was to shut out further pain. Unfortunately the same door that shuts out the pain also shuts out a lot of people who would have been more than willing to help me through the hard times.
It feels good to be up here in the sunshine, with family.
Plus, I hear they keep the chocolate up here.