My Heart

 I did not know how I would physically feel my heart ache. 

I did not know I would have so many tears just quickly streaming down my face. 

I did not know that those tears would spring to my eyes whenever anyone asks me how I'm doing...or when I'm writing about these first days.

I thought that it would be more like sending her off to camp. 

I thought knowing that I would hear from her regularly and during normal daytime hours would even, maybe, make it easier than camp. I mean, she will even come home for breaks more frequently than the 7 weeks she is gone for camp. 

Rarely, but every once in a while, someone else's words on instragram will perfectly capture what I'm feeling. It happened Tuesday morning. A mom who was a little bit ahead of me, had moved several daughters to college and had the perspective to put the feelings into words.  

I'm going to put her words in this space. This is whitneyflemingwrites. These are Whitney's words, not mine. 

For those of you entering the drop off season, let me talk to you about momancholy.

After dropping my first daughter off at college, I felt a little numb. The adrenaline of the trip had worn off, and I was struggling to get back into my routine. I wasn't sitting around crying (although I teared up a few times) but I wasn't feeling back to myself yet either.

I just felt off. 

When a friend texted to check in on me, I told her I was physically drained an emotionally spent. My daughter was doing well, but I was struggling more than I thought I would with this transition. She responded, "Oh of course you feel that way. It's called grief."

But grief felt too heavy of a word to use for the situation, one where I am also feeling pride and joy, hope and gratitude, love and heartbreak. I was thrilled that my daughter was adjusting so well and a little guilty that I was so sad she was gone. 

As I discussed these feeling online and with my local friends, a few people told me that they knew exactly what I was experiencing, and it was called momancholy.

And I can't stop thinking that it's exactly how I felt during this time. How I still feel during drop off season. 

Momancholy, like it's derivative word melancholy, is a depression of spirits, feeling pensive for what was, an abnormal state of sadness. It is so many feelings rolled up in one. 

My life has been a whirlwind these last 20 years. They have been so full of baking and buying and attending and watching and rushing and playing and fixing and consoling and loving. 

It all went so fast, and then one day you are standing alone in your kitchen with one (less) to feed, no (less) messes to clean, no (one less) bodies to hug. 

And you wonder, how did I get here? Did I miss it all in the doing? What happens now? 

And as you wipe away the tears, you know it went by in a blink, but you were there for it. 

It's grief and gratitude, joy and heartbreak, love and sorrow. 

I know I'm not any different. It's the life of every parent. 

It's Momancholy.

It's not quite grief, but it's not nothing either.

How did I survive sending my babies out into this world?

The answer is simple: I am just trying to find my way in a life that is so different than it was just yesterday.

And it is exhausting and it is draining and I am spent. 

It's not quite grief. It's not a tragedy. You will survive.

But it's not nothing either.

It's Momancholy. 
 

Moving Days

 Getting Aliza moved and settled at ACM was a multiple day event. It is so nice that Jeremy's parents are just an hour and 20 away from campus so we could use their house as a base. 

Thursday--we headed to West Virginia in two cars with a planned stop in Frederick for Christmas in August with Matt and Chrissy. It was a very short stop for Aliza and Josiah who were going on to ACM to pickup Aliza's books and dental hygiene instrument kit. The rest of us played pool and visited with Matt and Chrissy and went straight to Jeremy's parents house. 

Friday--Aliza left at 6:45am to attend the Dental Hygiene program orientation. It was an 8 hour meeting with a break that was too short to eat lunch. Everyone was too tired for conversation after the orientation, but Aliza got to see who her roommates are. 

Saturday--Aliza and I left at noon to get her checked in and an idea of how she wanted her room before the rest of the family arrived about an hour after we did.

My favorite story of the day happened in the doorway of the welcome center while we waited in line to be checked in. A man greeted us and was engaging Aliza in small talk. She reciprocated and asked if he was also a dad dropping kids off at school. He said, no, his children have already graduated from college. And he offered that he works at the ACM. Aliza asked, what his work on campus is. He said, I'm the President of the college. Aliza was very surprised! He continued to be very welcoming and personable. Aliza saw him again the first day of class and he remembered her name. 

I was quite glad that we had decided to make this a family trip. Aliza's apartment is on the 3rd floor. There are no elevators and no college welcoming committee to help carry things. With the 6 of us, it didn't take too many trips to get her things to her room.  

After the guys put together a few things, they went to play a round of disc golf. 

 Anna and I helped Aliza unpack and took a trip to Walmart. When the guys came back we were ready to put things on her walls. They guys were very patient with us girls that day!

We were all ready for supper by the time we finished! We ate at Chipotle. I did really great all day, but when I sat down with my food, tears were streaming down my face. There was no stopping it. 

We dropped her off at her apartment and then went back to West Virginia. (Basically I had tears in my eyes for the next couple days.)

Sunday--We were going to go to church with Jeremy's parents, but when we got to their house Saturday night I knew there was no way that I could get myself together for church. Aliza attended the church that she had connected with and then she came to her Grandma and Grandpa's house. She didn't want to spend a whole day alone with nothing planned. The original play was to go to Shepherdstown and play Pokemon, however, the weather was terrible and so we played for a little while around the table before the 5 of us headed home. Aliza stayed until after supper and then she went back to her new home and started class Monday morning.
 

The "Contract"

 

 I actually have the best friends. This time it was Cheryl who presented this 5 page "contract" to Aliza a couple days before she moved to college. A Mom can secretly hope that her child will return to the "kingdom" from where she came. A friend can put those hopes into fancy words and the one leaving for college will happily sign it. 

Here are some highlights of the "contract":

"I, Princess Aliza Marie, do hereby commit that when my time of learning has ended, I will return to my kingdom to take my rightful place. I will not be tempted by glorious riches to be found by employing my skills closer to the learning center. I know too well that existence in such realms is far more expensive than it is in my kingdom. I also know that the countryside surrounding my kingdom has great need for the things that I will be able to do."

"I, Princess Aliza Marie, do hereby renounce any love that would pull me away from my place and my people....If this near-perfect specimen of manhood exists, let him prove his love, devotion and excellence by returning to my kingdom with me. He shall be warmly welcomed therein..."

I was laughing by the time I had read to the end of page 4. But then there was fine print at the bottom of page 5. 

 "Please note, signature and conditions subject to the approval of the King of Kings. If Jesus directs my life in another direction than here stated, I am fully and freely released from the statements in this document, and will instead be responsible to follow the path that Jesus lays out for me. All in the kingdom will support this."

The laughter quickly stopped and tears filled my eyes because Cheryl captured my heart. I want Aliza to make "closer to home" her permanent residence but much more than that I want her to be where God leads her to be.  

Joy Dare::July

 13,521. Confirmation that reaching out was the right thing to do
13,522. Cookout at church
13,523. Cleaning house
13,524. Van and Karen were even complimentary of the leftovers
13,525. Air conditioning on these hottest days
13,526. Anna's complete relief that driver's ed is over
13,527. Learning new things about our aunts and uncles (this time Uncle Darryl's "Pop pop drizzle")
13,528. Serving a full supper to a full table
13,529. Practicing hospitality
13,530. Trying disc golf for the first time
13,531. A very beautiful wedding venue
13,532. Sitting with Laura during church
13,533. Helping Rebecca
13,534. Exploring a new playground with Isaiah
13,535. Sending Isaiah off to camp
13,536. Birthday cake delivered to me
13,537. An unexpected evening with friends
13,538. Getting camp pictures of Isaiah
13,539. Baby smiles
13,540. Bearing witness and being present
13,541. Sean's piano playing
13,542. Seeing mercy in the suffering
13,543. Holding my girls' thoughts and feelings
13,544. Josiah being the best friend

13,545. Seeing Sean very excited about going swimming
13,546. Aliza's heart being so well cared for
13,547. Hearing all of Isaiah's camp stories
13,548. Seeing Aliza walk off the plane
13,549. All together

13,550. Letting the tears come when they do
13,551. Eating watermelon with Dad
13,552. World Cup watching
13,553. Sitting quietly by myself
13,554. Hearing Aliza sing beside me in church
13,555. Spending the evening with Laura and the Sheats family
13,556. Leaning into the grief
13,557. The most special company
13,558. Sunflowers on my counter
13,559. Peace that passes understanding
13,560. 25 years of marriage
13,561. A lovely evening for Island Creamery
13,562. Birthday gifts that arrive later
13,563. Time away with Jeremy
13,564. Grandma to take care of sick kids
13,565. Upgraded room
13,566. Smokey, hazy day to slow our pace
13,567. Old fashioned walk around the mall
13,568. Blueberry crumble pie a la mode
13,569. A short, sweet hike
13,570. Anna is feeling better
13,571. Driving home
13,572. Another birthday present
13,573. Hearing Laura's voice
13,574. Hearing Sean singing in church
13,575. Truth
13,576. Watching World Cup Championship together
13,577. A good night's sleep
13,578. Working with Anna on her room
13,579. Supper prayers
13,580. Catching up with Maria
13,581. Talking to Aliza for a few minutes (after midnight)
13,582. Porch conversations with Janell, Lydia and Anna
13,583. Mango sweet cream iced chai
13,584. Listening to the storm roll in
13,585. Ephesians 6:10-18 memorized
13,586. Sean's smile

13,587. Anna so excited to have her electric guitar in working order
13,588. Polos to keep in touch with far away friends
13,589. A break in the humidity
13,590. Feeling-like-summer mornings
13,591. Sunset time with Jeremy on the porch
13,592. Picking up Aliza 

13,593. The moment I see Aliza across baggage claim
13,594. Cleaning day productivity
13,595. Anna really excited about her project
13,596. Delivering hugs from another mom to her kids
13,597. Watching Aliza's camp staff video
13,598. Welcome home--hibachi for supper
13,599. Hummingbirds at the feeder
13,600. Summer morning thunderstorm
13,601. Took some perseverance, but we were successful
13,602. Fake plants making me smile

13,603. Watching dance recital DVDs
13,604. Car time with my nieces
13,605. A deep cleaned laundry room

13,606. Aliza making me laugh
13,607. My girls taking care of babies
13,608. Seeing progress in Anna's room
13,609. Jeremy and the boys playing disc golf
13,610. Ashley time
13,611. Riding along with Aliza
13,612. Celebrating Mom

 

July 14

 If you are keeping track, the next day, July 14, was our 25th wedding anniversary. What a privilege to be able to celebrate our marriage and love that has matured and grown over a quarter of a century.  

As every 22 year old does, I took so much about love and marriage for granted. A marriage doesn't make it to 25 years by chance. It takes intention, communication and a lot of growing together to create a foundation that stands the test of time, children and life. 

Jeremy and I had couple days together in the Poconos. "We were together" is what I say about those days away. The place we stayed was not our style...laughingly so! The smoke from Canada was so thick we could not do outdoor activities one day. At home our kids weren't feeling great. Josiah and Isaiah had colds. Anna was some-kind-of-really sick. Thankfully, since Jeremy's parents are now retired, they could stay with our children so Anna wasn't alone. The smoke cleared enough the second day that we could hike which was nice. Mostly, though, we are just together and that was most important this time. 

July 13

 The day of my brother-in-law, my sister's husband, my nephew's dad, my parent's son-in-law, my children's uncle's funeral. 

John wanted his sword bent to represent that his battle is finished. It was displayed along with jewelry that he made, favorite books and photos. 

The service was emotional. Very very emotional. Just when I thought I could stop the tears the next song would play and I would be crying again. Having bagpipes play Amazing Grace during the recessional was absolutely perfect for John and extremely emotional. 

Josiah was sitting to my right and Aliza was beside him. I looked over early in the service and Josiah was holding Aliza's hand. He held her hand the entire service. 

The tears did not slow down at the graveside. And then we had a luncheon at church. 

We knew that two of my aunts were coming from Pennsylvania and Texas for the funeral. We did not know that two of my uncles and a cousin were coming from Michigan. A luncheon was not long enough to visit, and so everyone came to our house for a few more hours. It was a not-too-hot day and we visited outside.  

My house was not company ready. Jeremy's parents had also arrived that morning. Karen and Janell got to my house first and did some quick tidying up. I had mowed the grass which I was very thankful that I did!My uncles, aunts and cousins had not seen our house at all or since we remodeled so, of course, I showed them the whole downstairs not just the living areas. As much as I was cringing on the inside, I would not have had it any other way. 

These sunflowers were at the luncheon and ended up at my house. They made me really happy. 

My aunt from Texas spent the night at our house. She and Aliza left at 4am to get to BWI for their 8am flights. My aunt would not have had to take such an early flight. Her sacrifice of sleep was a huge gift to me to not have to drive to Baltimore. 

 

July 10

 Isaiah had the best week at camp! He was very tired and didn't have too much to say right away. 

Tabatha sent us pictures every day. That was the best for my Mom heart. 

 

Being the youngest, Isaiah has been coached by his siblings on the hype of camp. 

For kids camp, color wars are called Organized Mass Chaos (OMC). The colors are divided by grade. Red is always 6th grade which are the oldest kids--and the smallest group. OCM involves silly tasks and shaving cream. 

And the red team won!!

Isaiah got home about 1:00 and at 9:30 we picked Aliza up at the Salisbury airport. It was late when we got home and Aliza was so very tired, but Isaiah was ready to talk and so we all sat on the couch and listened to him tell us all about his week at camp. It was a really special, unexpected moment in the midst of the hard.  

Aliza's directors and team were so amazing for her this week. They gave her space to be emotional and talk to me as needed and gave her time off to come home Friday night through early Tuesday morning. I'm so thankful that all of the kids could be home so that we were able to walk through the weekend and John's funeral together.