Once upon a time, there was a mother who was suffering from a slight case of post partum depression. She recognized in her head that the feelings of sadness were unfounded, but they came unbidden anyway.
Her happy children went about their daily house destruction with little heed to her voice of warning making her feel even less significant. Her husband busied himself with chores that he invented to keep himself busy and to improve the living conditions of their home - both noble goals.
As she tended to her sweet little newborn, she tried to keep the wave of sadness at bay. How could she be sad when so many depended on her for their livelihood? Look at the blessings all around! She had all she had hoped for. So what could mend this meloncholy?
She knew talking would help, but who to call? She would like to think she could be perfectly happy without the affirmations of others. She knew motherhood doesn't come with thanks except for that one day a year. . . So there's no use in complaining about that reality.
Thinking of no one she wanted to burden with something she had no reason or right to feel, she gave up. She prayed for releif from this ridiculous hormone provoked wallowing so she could go on about her life.
Then came a call from a long lost friend. She caught up with her friend and remembered the good times and the changes made because of that hard won friendship.
The next day she felt better - the mood swing having passed as quickly as it had come. Then a phone call from a lonely sister. They talked about respective challenges. It was nice to be mutually needed.
As she hung up she remembered again the great importance of people in our lives. None of us is an island. We all long for a connection with someone. To be noticed, appreciated, moved, touched, heard, understood, loved.
You are the puzzle piece to someone else's life. You may never know how you fit in, but others will fill the holes of their lives with pieces of you.
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This is something I have tried to remember throughout my life. Usually to remind myself to be there for someone else. But the fact is that there are so many out there that have filled the holes of my life without ever knowing how or that they did. I would not be me if they had not been there.
So on that note, know that you are not expendable in my book. Thanks for being there.
3 comments:
your are such a great writter . I enjoyed your thoughts and want you to know I too have been there. What a blessing it is to reconize what it is and the affirmitave answers of help when they come.
Love you wendy Jorgensen
Thanks, Wendy. From reading your recent blog entries, I know you get it!
Chalice, I agree, you are a terrific writer! This time shall pass, but I look at the blessing in this day with all the blogs, facebook, and emails--it's nice to be in touch with good friends and loved ones so far. Your family is so cute. I read in an obituary today about a lady we had on service for a short while and her children made mention that the other thing their mom regretted in this life was that there was always too many pots and pans to wash and not enough time to hold and enjoy her little ones.
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