A Little Journal Entry on Homework, Blues, and Gratitude

Back in the day, when I was reading every book I could find on infertility and adoption and…well, babies, I came across a story (somewhere in there) about a new mother — thanks to in vitro or some other modern miracle — with a cranky baby. Her friend comes to visit, and the baby is howling. The new mommy, at her wit’s end, says, “I know, I know, I asked for this.” And her friend says, “Honey, you begged for it.”

My daughters are no longer babies, but the last few months — with all three living at home — have somehow managed to remind me of the intensity and difficulty of having infants and toddlers and preschoolers underfoot. This summer, as much as I ever yearned to have children, I have yearned for them to grow up and move on. 

A lot of this feeling stems from Em’s summer on-line classes. “I can’t work at home,” she tells me. “I hate the library.” What she likes to do is to go to a coffee place and drink iced black-tea lemonades or fancy coffee drinks that look like milkshakes. But sitting at Tully’s or Starbuck’s, I can usually get her to focus for an hour or two…or more. Bit-by-bit she has worked all the way through an algebra class and part way through U.S. History. Wish us luck in getting through to the final exams (in both classes) by Sept. 6.

It’s so easy to complain about our lives, about diapers and crying babies and laundry and homework and housework and even book deadlines. But the other day, while supposedly working on a class, Emma wanted to talk about the our recent Mukilteo tragedy, the shooting of four young people who were Kamiak high school graduates.

I listened to Em as she reported on all that she and her friends have been processing, and what she has been told about the funerals. She concluded with something one of the fathers said: “I was supposed to be driving him to college. Instead, I’m attending his funeral.” And, looking old and wise, gravely shaking her head, she went back to work.

That was all it took to flip my blues off and the gratitude on. All the petty drama we’ve gone through in the last few months — the clutter and sugar and road trips for family stuff and the mess (which I am always complaining about) — is so worth it, with all three of my daughters. They have big hearts and they are fiercely independent in spirit, if not quite out of my house yet. Someday (I truly believe) they really will be grown up and ensconced in their own lives. And I will miss the hell out of them.

I have been reading a friend’s memoir about the decline and loss of her parents, and she shares this quote:

Those who can perceive eternity in the sea understand there is no death,

only change, there is no loss, only difficult gifts.”  -Maryanne Radmacher-Hershey

I am not sure that I’m evolved enough to fully take in what Radmacher is saying. I only know that it resonates with me. (See the blog, Spirit Stones, for more from my friend).

Meanwhile, I’m so thankful that I get to hang out with this kid. It’s been a great way to spend my time this summer.


(One of the young people killed had been in choir with Emma, and was planning to become a nurse. If you would like to donate to the Anna Bui World of Hope Scholarship, please visit this link: https://www.uwb.edu/advancement/annabui/give-to-anna)








4 replies
  1. Donata
    Donata says:

    Ugh, you made me cry! I *know* this story so well, every bit of it, just change the characters and the topics a bit…warms my heart that you’ve found the silver lining and gratefulness for it all.

  2. trillium24
    trillium24 says:

    Thank you for this lovely story. Today, in the blog, Marc and Angel Hack Life, they suggest 3 ways to be more grateful. These ways are as follows: have a private evening gratitude ritual, give thanks publicly, list the little things for which you are grateful. Clearly, you are ahead of the game with your public gratitude for your daughters and where they are in life. This reminds me so much of e e cummings’ magnificent poem, “I thank you god for most this amazing/ day….”


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