While I’ve taken a step back from blogging, I still continue to read some of my favorite blogs-even when I can’t comment. A lot of people are writing their 2016 year recaps, and that got me thinking about all I’ve endured this last year while my husband has been deployed. Immediately, “Lost and found” came to my head which is where the title of this post came.
A lot of things were lost this year.
I’ve lost a lot of friends. There. I said it. While harboring anger has been my method of choice for the last 9-10 months, I know I need to just get it out of my system and move on. When the news of my husband’s deployment came, the outpouring of love and support I received in the weeks prior to his departure was a God send. I thought, “Ok, with all this support I will get through this without a hitch. I GOT THIS.” But after he left, as the weeks and months passed I can say I was more than shocked how many friends basically fell off the face of the earth when it came to being in my life at least. Because my ability to go out, go running, pretty much do anything but work and raise my kids 98% of the time ceased, so did said friendships. And that made me so very sad. BUT…I’ve got a small handful of friends who didn’t give up on me, and continued to support me even if it was just via text or phone calls and I NEED to focus on that. The harboring anger is too hard. While I will forgive, I will say that I won’t allow my heart to be hurt anymore in the future. I can’t ever forget…this year has been far too hard to ever forget.
I’ve lost my temper more times than I care to admit. Fits of anger and sadness overcame my body so much so I’d find myself curled up in a ball on my bedroom floor, sobbing. And I didn’t like that feeling of helplessness at all.
I’ve lost my motivation to run, cook, or do any of my favorite things. What little free time I have is spent cleaning, taxi’ing kids and just being around for them when they need me has taken everything else out of me. My oldest daughter has found her solace and peace with her friends, and I get that. She’s 17. But my youngest wants to be with me, all the time, and while I know a part of me knows that is because her Daddy is gone, the other part of me is celebrating because she WANTS to be with me. I haven’t been able to focus on anything else.
I’ve lost my ability to make excuses for people. No explanation needed.
I’ve lost hope, on more occasions and in more situations than I care to admit.
And in a way, I feel like I’ve lost my hubby and oldest daughter all in one year (even though I know that’s not true) and the emptiness that statement brings to my heart cannot be described in words. I’ve lost him due to this deployment, and I’ve lost her as she starts gaining more and more independence. I miss them both, dearly…
But I’ve also found a lot of things.
I’ve found that I am tougher than I thought. Despite a couple breakdowns, both physically and mentally I have battled through a lot of things this year. Broken snowblowers, toilets, furnaces weren’t going to beat me. Add in car accidents, multiple nannies quitting and raising two girls on my own and I give you a whole new level of stress that isn’t for the weak.
I’ve found that I’ve got a few amazing people in my life. Between my neighbors who are like family to me, and a couple pretty amazing friends that didn’t quit reaching out to me even when times were tough, and I’d say I am pretty blessed. My friend A. has texted me every single day, for 42 weeks now…that’s 42 weeks she’s set a reminder to tell me goodnight “NNT” and allow me the opportunity to reach out to her if I needed to because we all know how rotten I am about asking for help or reaching out. She’s driven in a blizzard to have dinner with me, because it’s so few and far between that we are able to get out. She’s been there for me. And that speaks volumes. My friend J. has called, texted, and FB’d me as well as doing sweet things like leaving mums on my front porch this fall. My family has also been amazing, calling, texting, and my Dad has been awesome about helping me around the house when they come to visit. There are others, too, of course…but these are the standouts that didn’t give up on me and for that I’ll be forever grateful.
I’ve found that I can function on just a few hours of sleep. And while I may look like a train wreck, I can say that I have wrapped 95% of the Christmas presents because I stayed up late last night doing so!
I’ve found that running and cooking will always be there. While I’ve only run one race this year, I still have a love for it and look forward to training for the Chicago marathon next year. My husband will return, and my cooking will commence as I am sure he won’t be as appreciative of soup and sammiches every night, LOL.
I’ve found that you have to pick your battles. So my kids aren’t star athletes and they don’t get the best grades. So what? Their happiness is the most important thing, and I remember how hard it was to be a teenager/young girl. The best medicine is always support and love, even if it’s tough love, all while motivating them to do their best in everything they do.
I’ve found that not being on social media as much is something I need to do for my own happiness. Because it’s too hard to hear how people are always too busy for you, when you are seeing pictures of them out and about with all their other friends. Social media can suck like that. And I don’t need that in my life. So I’ve started trying to not check it during the day, except maybe at my lunch break. Baby steps, right?
I’ve found that even though my oldest daughter and I butt heads, we love each other. That little woman is truly 90% me at her age, and that terrifies me because of the struggles I had growing up. I often remind myself of how I felt at that age, and try to approach things at a different angle so she doesn’t withdraw even more. This of course after I’ve flown off the handle which let me tell you, NEVER works when trying to communicate with a teenager.
I’ve found hope. Nearly as quickly as I lost it. Every. Single. Time. And that counts for a whole lot if you ask me.
I’ve found that I really can…do hard things. I may not always do it right, or do it well, but I haven’t given up yet.
While I will happily bid 2016 goodbye in just over a week, the things I found truly outweigh all that was lost.
How was your year? Highlights? Lowlights?
Cheers!
Michelle
Movin' it with Michelle 