Monday, June 16, 2008

On crises and desert times

When the Hubby and I planned our escape from the Great White North, we expected life to change, and change a great deal. What we didn't expect from our first year of southern living was a year full of illness, intense stress, disillusionment and crises of faith. But that's what we got.

The kids were hospitalized twice.

I couldn't get a job in journalism to save my life, despite eight years with the Mother Corp. and the statue in the living room.

My grandmother almost died, and I had to take a trip home I couldn't afford, at Christmastime, paid for by my mother-in-law (bless you, N.) so I could say good-bye. Thank God she lived.

I took a job doing something I always said I'd never do, simply to pay our student loans. We went through three sitters in five months. We are still waiting for our permanent nanny, five months later. (For new readers: a live-in nanny is a lot cheaper than day care when you have three kids.)

I had the worst Valentines Day, birthday, Easter and Mother's Day of my life.

As a family, we have struggled to attend Mass, and I have struggled with my prayer life and my faith. I feel very far from God lately, and I know I'm the one who put the distance there.

As a consequence of all this, my marriage has suffered. Nothing terribly serious, but something we need to work on.

There are many bright spots in all this.

A. has learned to ride a bike with no training wheels. His four front teeth have all fallen out, and his adult teeth are coming in nicely. He can read, which forever amazes me.

Big I. is no longer Little. He is a brown, sturdy, upright little man who has an incredible imagination and a lively wit.

Toddler N. is almost two, has about 150 words and is the most stubborn child on the planet. Her head is a mass of strawberry blonde curls. She loves to sing.

The Hubby 's training is going well and he is enjoying life in the military. He still has that zany sense of humour, and is well-liked at his latest assignment.

I like my co-workers very much and can live with the work I'm doing, but I know I am not doing what I am meant to do in life. To quote Stevie Cameron: "All I have ever been, all I have ever wanted to be, is a reporter." So I continue with this work because it pays the bills, and dream of a time when I might steal a few hours here and there to sell the odd article, to build my reputation here and get away from the Dark Side.

I have also been thinking about my other passion, health, and wondering if I have a future there, wondering how old is too old for medical school. I can't even think of going until the kids are all in high school or beyond, so perhaps it will never be anything more than a dream. But I know I could do it; I was always a straight-A student, and nothing can gross me out too much anymore, not after all the IV needles and vomit I've endured. I might puke, but I wouldn't pass out.

My parents are coming to visit this week. My dad hasn't seen the boys since Isaac was a baby. He and the kids have been plotting days filled with ice cream and beaches and parks.

So I sit, halfway through 2008, and ask myself to consider my blessings rather than dwelling on all these hard times. This is what I come up with:

1. The kids are healthy and whole.
2. My husband loves me and I love him.
3. My parents, in-laws and grandparents are well.
4. My friend E. had her first son (yaaaayyy) and my friend S. is expecting her first daughter any day.
5. I've only gained back 10 pounds of the 30 I'd lost since I switched from stroller-pushing to a desk job, and I've maintained that weight for five very hard months. (Hey, you can't know how incredibly happy I am to still be in single digit sizes!)
6. My faith is based on logic rather than feelings (or I don't think I'd have any left!)
7. A house, food, clothing and beer in the fridge.

6 comments:

Megan said...

You are going to be fine. We all love you.

I'm thrilled to see you back here, and I can't wait to check the mail this week. :)

Anonymous said...

Your honesty is refreshing and appreciated. Remember, we're human, faith waxes and waines through life, God's love doesn't. Don't beat yourself up. Allow yourself to live through the tough times knowing you'll appreciate your life, your family and your faith that much more in the good times.
I'm thinking of you.
-the other Megan

Anonymous said...

Cindy - I'm just so glad you're back. And things will be fine. You'll find your feet, make the contacts and then the job of your dreams will crash land in your lap.

Take care and remember to be good to yourself.

Karan

KR said...

This entry really touched me. I'm going through somewhat of a crisis of faith, dealing with the hardships of life, and struggling to count my blessings. I'm sorry that you're going through all of this, and that so much has been heaped upon your shoulders. But in some small way, I hope its comforting to know you're not alone. HUGS

Kristin
http://homegrownrose.typepad.com/reclaimingthehome

KR said...

oh to find a contact me button LOL!

In lieu of that, I'll just say that my soul RESONATES with your post two posts down. My 8th week was just like that. EXACTLY. SO horrifying and heartbreaking and against what my heart was wanting, but my body was pleading for it. You and I made the same choice in the end... and I'm so thankful that you still have your little one to hold. Give her an extra hug from me (an obscure aunty who is so thankful she's here and that you both made it through okay).

As you know, my little one didn't make it, but at least I can rest in knowing that we both gave it everything we had. *HUGS*
Kristin

Cin said...

Thanks, everyone.

Kristin, as I've said at your blog, I'm so very sorry you are not still holding your little one in your womb. But know that you will hold her, and her sister, one day. (((HUGS)))

As for a contact me button, I'm terrible about checking my email, so I've never bothered, lol.

But for more private messages, readers can contact me at cmacdoug@hotmail.com