I cried when I watched the Dr. Suess Burning Man video in this post. In the face of elation that is created through people coming together, erasing the perceived lines between themselves and connecting in the way that was always possible- makes me whimper and my chest feels full. The very same thing happens in my personal life. When a "stranger" and I let ourselves be open to each other in the simplest ways. I get overwhelmed and weepy.
Speaking of the Burning Man video, there is a structure in the beginning that is made of wood (I think) that is burned at the end of the event. According to my buddy Eric (my Burning Man guru) people put notes, letters, photos of loved ones passed, etc on the structure to be burned up with it in the end. I immediately thought of Sunny. Chewy & Leia. Mark. I think of writing to them. Putting their photos on the structure and letting them go via a blaze in a desert night sky. Like, really letting them go. All of this brings about a torrent of tears that say to me, "Hey. You may have not dealt with these saddnesses in the past (when they happened) but they are still here...waiting for you to pour out the tears it's gonna take to move on."
I cried yesterday during the movie "We Bought A Zoo". I won't tell you why (no spoilers!) but it was incessant. The whole freaking movie, while I loved it, was a sob fest for me. If my toddler wasn't requiring constant attention -it was her first theater experience don'tcha know- I would have been consumed.
Then there is the fact that while I was sitting with my wee-one to fall asleep, E did the dishes. I almost didn't know what to do with myself. My routine has become (check it out, I am SUPER proud of myself for creating and sticking to this one, hey- it's small but it's big, you dig?) put the kid to bed, do the dishes. We don't have a dishwasher, so this is more of an event than it used to be. So here I am, sleeping kid with no dishes to do....so I thanked the man. He responded by thanking me. For what? For everything. Boom. Tears.
I feel so undeserving. I feel like it's a constant struggle to be the wife I see as desirable and can't-live-without-able. I'm frustrated with myself for being the stereo-typical "have a kid then be fat forever" person I was so sure I wouldn't be. I used to be hypercritical of my physical self when we were dating. I can't believe I was ever so unhappy with that fabulous body. I am grateful for my body now, it's given me a lot to be thankful for and I haven't shown that gratefulness in it's upkeep. One of the ways I am committed to loving my body is blogged about here.
I want to be the wife/mother who relishes her duties and keeps them up with ease and satisfaction. Lately all I want to do is the 'mother' part. That said, being the best mom I can be is hardly beneficial to my kid if I can't hold up my 'wife' end of the deal.
To be clear, this has nothing to do with E. It has everything to do with me. My knee-jerk sniveling is a red flag to me that connectedness levels are low. My walls are up and my love-letting is minuscule. This is all on me. It's my safe-mode.
Ironically my safe-mode is keeping me 'safe' from feeling and from my loving marriage. Sounds cool right? Time to get out my chisel and hammer and get to work on this blasted wall.