I Want My Mommy

I had a dream with my mom in it recently. I knew that I hadn't seen her for a long time, but I couldn't remember why.

"Where have you been?" I said. "I've missed you!"

She laughed. "Right here," she replied. "Where else would I be?"

When she died ten months ago (not that I'm counting or anything), I thought that I was handling it well. I probably was - who knows? Anyway, I thought that would be as hard as it got.

She passed away just before the holidays, and I had it in my head that if we could just get through those first holidays, those first momentous firsts, we'd be OK. My family has been so amazing, I can't even express it.

Sometimes, what we need varies from person to person. The day after she passed away, my church had a holiday party planned. I knew that my husband and kids were looking forward to it, so I made sure that they went. I just could not handle the thought of all kinds of people extending condolences, so I stayed home. Everybody got what they needed.

I need alone time when I'm stressed or unhappy. I know that some people do not do well alone, and they will spend the time crying and sinking into depression. Not me; I look more like the housecleaning scene in Snow White. I become very efficient, metaphorically whistling while I work. I feel much better and more positive afterward.

I spent the first Mother's Day at home alone, too. My family went to church, but I knew that I just couldn't take it. I stayed home. There was no crying, no wallowing, no depression, but if I had had to expend the energy to deal with other people, on a day all about moms, it would have just crushed me.

I thought that I'd be feeling better as time went on. Isn't that what we hear? Time heals all wounds; misery fades. You learn a new normal.

Instead, I find that it becomes harder to be without my mom the more that time passes. I was so proud of myself in those first weeks. I'm finding that being without your mom for a few days or few weeks is easy. I'd done it before. I've been away from my mom on holidays, on trips, for sometimes months at a time when I lived hundreds of miles away from her.

It's becoming harder, because this is the longest I've ever been without my mom. Every day, it's a new record - the longest I've ever been away from my mom. There's no phone calls, no letters, no birthday cards. I actually feel like what I am - an orphan.

My children have lost all of their grandparents now. My oldest two have known all four of their grandparents and one great grandparent, so they've faced the loss of all of them. I've always told them what I truly believe - "They can see us any time they want. We just can't see them." The only grandparent that I ever knew, my grandma, died 5 days before my second child was born. She'd had Alzheimer's, so it was actually a positive thing. We'd been missing her for years already. Now, she wasn't miserable any more. She had been unaware when I got married and had my first child, but now I felt that I could share this birth with her, and she was happy for me.

I feel the same way about my parents and parents in law. I'm truly happy for my mom, who now gets to experience things like the birth of her two newest great grandkids. She'll be there when her oldest grandchild gets married this fall. One of her sons in law and one of her grandsons were recently hospitalized, and I am positive that she was right there. Now she gets to see her oldest great grandson's wrestling matches, and to look in on her daughter and granddaughter's classrooms. She couldn't do any of that during the last years of her life. She was in a lot of pain, and going anywhere was difficult. Now, pain and distance aren't a factor.

My kids never say, "I wish Grandma could see this," or "I wish Grandpa could be here," because we think that they do see, and they are there. They say things like, "I miss her," and, "I wish Grandpa could teach me how to shoot."

Selfishly, sometimes my thought process is all about me. I talk to my mom still, and sometimes I know exactly what she's probably saying back. Still, I can't see or hear her. I miss that. I miss her.

I think that this dream was a reminder of what I already know. Whether you believe that the memory of our loved ones is what makes them live beyond their own lifetime, or whether you're like me and believe that they are literally, sometimes physically, still here with us, in this dream my mother spoke the truth to me.

"I'm right here."

And "here" is wherever I am.