I was recently interviewed on blogradio by Rae Edwards of SwaggahBoi RaeDio. Please take an opportunity to listen. Put it on your ipod to hear while you commute… mill about… eat … sleep… think. Wherever it fits!
This week I’ve connected to a dear friend, I haven’t known in two and a half decades. And with this re-connection I find myself addicted to a Penseive-like journey that has revealed immeasurable emotions in addition to an opportunity to become reacquainted with my healthy young self. With remember-whens and photos of me that I’ve never seen, I find myself immersed, unable to look away. This need has taken on addictive qualities that are making it difficult for me to get back to 2009.
In the midst of this journey, I went outside to play with Madeline. With joy easily found in this early spring day, we combed through the list of things she’d likes to do- those special things that she hasn’t done during the cold winter months. And while her usual outdoor playmate worked diligently inside, we searched for what I can do instead. (tag- no, obstacle course- no, jump-rope competition-no, hula hoop-no.) And though I was able to talk her into drawing on the drive-way with last year’s nubby chalk, it clearly wasn’t on the top of her list.
We held our noses because a skunk sprayed our car last night, and I tried to engage her with a drawing of the culprit, though it came out looking like a turtle. (nubby is an understatement-and you may not have noticed but a skunk has some pretty fine features)
“I know mommy, let’s draw hopscotch and we can play that together!” “Ok” I said, just assuming I could. It’s like a language one never forgets, right? And while she was bending and turning in ways that would evoke dizziness in me, I stood by and serenaded her.
“What a day this has been, What a rare mood I’m in…why its almost like being in love”
“Mommy, I don’t like love songs, sing something else.”
“Okay,” I said, “how’s this… I’m here, to remind you of the mess you left when you went away.. (an inside joke that only I could appreciate)
“No.” she said blankly in her cute sarcastic way (she is definitely my daughter!)
So I launched into the songs I sang to her as a baby, most notably Madeline Beatrice Adams-Gurowitz sung to the tune of John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. And we laughed as she finished the hop-scotch board.
With the joy that is reserved for single children, she went first, and second, and third. ☺ Then it was my turn. I grabbed the stone with optimistic confidence and started on a task that was at one time as natural as breathing. And though it was clear with my first hop, I pushed on. As I jumped, I edited the film in my mind, cutting between my yearly neurological exam and each hop. A visualization that is so strong, I will remember it as if the scene played out in exactly that way.
When I was done, I sat with the realization that this simple little game is exactly what I can’t do. So I watched her for the rest of the time… counting and clapping. And while I’m sure she enjoyed the attention just the same, I withdrew to that faraway place that has consumed my last 9 days and that picture…. lying on my side, with head in hand and the classic smile that lives with me today. It’s no wonder that I’m stuck in those early years with my dearest friend from a healthier time; a me that feels simultaneously so far away and so close. I don’t want to come back. Yet I know that if I don’t find a way to absorb this feeling and make it my own, in my current day… I won’t be able to laugh with Madeline on the driveway singing songs that are mine (Alanis) and her’s (…her name is mine name too).
I wrote an essay that deals with talking to my almost 6 year old daughter about Multiple Sclerosis. It is posted on the NPR site “This I Believe“. It is also on its own page in this blog along with an explanation of my experience writing it.