Today, Chris and I were both in a bit of an end-of-summer blues type of mood. Tomorrow officially marks the end of the summer for this teacher household and we return for professional development in the morning. It’s obviously an inevitable shift, yet, it always ends up feeling as if we must say good-bye to our carefree summer selves. Nothing to mourn, I suppose, but our self-care must become much more intentional once this next cycle of school begins. I’ve been oh-so-grateful for this time to care for myself, work around our home, grieve freely, and just be “Jess”, but everything must progress, so it’s off to work we go! Anyway, since I have to get up early, I’d better make this quick.
We went driving around today, running errands, and we also checked our last item off our Summer Bucket List. We found a place that serves dip cones! We ate like kids with our messy ice cream dripping down our hands and giggled at the messes we’d made (no worries, we ate outside and then cleaned it up!). It was simple and fun, and an attempt to chase our little blues away.
We also went to the grocery store… that’s where the heart pains flared up again for me.
The thing is, no matter how much I’ve come to realize that this grief journey is full of waves that ebb and flow, those waves can still come unexpectedly. And they still knock the breath out of me. Heart pains will do that.
I was doing pretty well with grief today, as I had lots of other things on my mind with work starting back up again. But then, a big wave lambasted me at the grocery store and revved up those heart pains. There was a dad with his two little ones, a boy and a girl. The little boy looked to be about 4 and was walking next to the cart, and the little girl, with blonde curls, was under two years old. She was a cutie, and I was doing just fine with it. We’d passed them in a couple of aisles and it was okay. Then, I glanced up and saw them again, when I heard “Mama!” in this sweet little voice. My heart lurched, I jerked my head up, and that little girl made eye contact with me and smiled. She must have thought I looked like her mama, at least that’s what it seemed like. I cannot describe the sharp sadness that jolted through me when I looked up and that child locked eyes with me for a moment and thought I was her mommy. It was devastating. I felt that familiar lump click back into place in my throat, and my face got hot. I mustered a smile at that cute little girl, and couldn’t look at her again after that. She was so sweet. It was all I could do not to start crying right there in the store. (We all know it wouldn’t have been the first time that has happened!) I longed for my Lucy in the most intense, terrible way. Oh how I wish she were here to call me Mama. But– in the moment, I held it together. I have to say I am proud of myself for actually being able to contain myself. Only a few inconspicuous tears escaped (Chris hardly even noticed), and I made it. I didn’t fall apart. Now, just because I didn’t crumble doesn’t mean that it hurt any less than any other heart pain I’ve endured since losing Lucy, but I was strong enough to overcome it and move past it. I have grown stronger, more resilient.
I’ve been thinking about those moments since. It’s unbelievable how much things like that can hurt, but it’s also unbelievable that I have survived that pain, that I AM surviving it. I don’t believe there’s ever going to be any recovering from my baby dying… there will be moments like this to catch me by surprise for the rest of my life. I will always have to ponder things similar to what happened today. I’ll always wonder what Lucy would have sounded like as she smiled and called me ‘Mama’. There are some things that will always cause my heart pain. But that’s part of being a bereaved mommy, I guess. In spite of those excruciating heart pains, Lucy is and will always be worth it.