It’s raining softly here, on Christmas. 3 am, my old friend – that magic hour for me: if I wake, I can’t go back to sleep. G needed a bottle and while D usually handles the night feed, tonight we had a special arrangement for Me to co-sleep with G while D handled E. Wide awake now, and it’s alright, I tell myself – it’s a lovely time to take stock and think about 2018.
It’s been a relentless second half of the year. Like one of those sports matches on TV where everyone is pussy-footing around March and April and just passing the ball back and forth and you’re lulled into a frustrated nothingness and then suddenly in June one side scores a goal before half time. You come back into the game and scent a tension; a ripple of nerves; and before you know it, the whistle is off and everyone just switches on the aggression around you. Boom! You’re running, your team is on form, Go Go Go!
The pace has been “hit the ground running”. I’ve been working full time without knowing it and travelling so much. Don’t get me wrong. It has been one hell of a game. I loved it! How productive it made me feel! I craved the efficiency, the work pulse, the tension. But tonight, I think of the cost. I am now realising how much that has cost me this year in terms of “Family” currency.
E is growing into her own: she is articulate and independent, and i am abounding in love for this very different child. I love her free spirit and her bubbling joy: E lives in her own head and she has a strong sense of right-and-wrong: except that right now it’s on her own terms – I Guess she needs to figure this one out as she grows. How lovely in this child – most times I think: how did something so perfect come out of two totally imperfect people?
G is an enigma to me: I struggle with G at this age, and that is entirely on me (see Para 3). His temper baffles me – and we eye each other warily when we are left alone with each other. I have left him mostly in the day to the Tribe to take care of and so he is emotionally distant from me. D has greatly stepped up to G, handling all night feeds, diaper changes, and generally everything G related: it’s a complete role reversal from E at the same age because D was away/at work all the time. I Need to fix this, because this cost is very painful, most painful of all.
D has been a rock this year; my constant. Unwavering. In all our years together (10? 11?), I think this year we clocked the most number of minutes together but the least number of minutes being engaged with each other because of our work-pace. We had an odd conversation in the car yesterday: I said perhaps the most romantic line I have thought of, in a passing comment and it has been playing in my mind since. I said to him (for posterity) “my love for you exceeds the love of my children: they are an extension of my love for you.” I don’t know if he (or I, on saying them) understood the magnitude of what I said – and I am still reeling from that revelation and trying to process that. It came out rather unexpectedly, in a very matter of fact way.
I am dragging my feet to close 2018, because I feel I missed out on so much this year by being busy: busy work that I could have delegated, busy work that I could have said no to, and busy work that I could have put out of my mind. I have been trying to make up for it in the last few days – keeping the kids around me 24/7 because I selfishly need to quench this awful thirst in my soul. I can’t buy time back – but I can try to stretch it a little more to close it with some warmth. Need to soak – my sisters, my parents/in-laws, my BFFs (R is home, yay!), and my treasured friends old and new.
The whistle is blown; and with sweat streaming down my face, I take a few gulps of air and stop running. I forget the score now, and oddly it doesn’t matter. I walk to the changing room and I start taking off my shoes. The showers and the fatigue hits. I feel the bruises and the sore muscles – and I shake my head. I towel off, get dressed and sling my bag over my head. It’s time to go to the pub, and have a cold one (coke, in my case), have a laugh. It’s lovely knowing your Tribe is waiting for you at the bleaches to walk with you to dinner- and when you see them, and the kids come running, you can’t help the tears that burn behind your eyes, because you realise they have been waiting, right there for you for this while.