Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Unstoppable forces o' nature mi'lads and mi'ladies



So thanks to the supportive comments of my aunt on that last depressed post. Low really feels low when it happens, but I'm not always there. It's a real roller coaster ride. Lately, I've been managing better. My therapist gave me a list of negative thinking patterns associated with depression and out of 13, I do every single one of them every single day. Just having them pointed out helped. I'm more aware when I'm saying or doing something that it's the negative way of seeing things and not the only way of seeing things.

Therapy talk aside...

The season sure is changing quick. The leaves have nearly all turned colour. And just tonight, I was looking out the kitchen window for a bit of head space, when I noticed the geese flying in formation. At our last place, in our little shack on the river, I was very attuned to season changes from the earliest moments. Autumn was cemented and fully in force when the geese all took leave from the river. It was a front row seat from our living room with the patio doors out onto the water. I miss that view. It caught me off guard when I looked out tonight, in the middle of the city, with the apartment buildings and cars and traffic lights, to be reminded of the signs of nature as a flock of geese flew high up in the pink and red sunset. I don't notice the natural world now, like I did back at the old place.

What I do notice is Leon. He has two teeth jauntily jutting forth from his bottom gums. He officially went from commando style dragging to full fledged, cruising around crawling about a week ago. His obsession now is standing. He jams his head into either T or I and uses us as a cushy ledge to push against to raise himself up to standing. Once up, he exclaims triumphantly, twists around, crouches down and starts all over again. We went from playing in one place on a mat, to needing some serious baby-proofing, in the blink of an eye.

He's eating 3 solid meals a day now too, in addition to nursing. Today he had lentils, hummus, squash, zucchini, yam and some omelet. He's eating better than I am! Our freezer is full of little cubes of vegetables for him. I personally can't wait till he can chew anything and eat all sorts of new stuff.

Thanksgiving is nearly here... I can't believe how each day seems to go by slowly, yet the months are hurtling past somehow. Before I know it, Christmas will be here and then in January, L will be a year old. Too insane. This time last year, I was glowing skinned and shiny haired, with L doing karate kicks into my ribs inside me. I was wondering how it would all turn out. I played mahjong and dominoes and scrabble with T every night and watched movies and read during the day and knew my life was going to change, but I just couldn't comprehend how. I tried to know, but now I know for real and I know there's sooo much more to know ahead of me too. One year later, everything is different than it ever was my whole life before L and it will always be this new way. The new way of having a child and ALWAYS thinking of them, always always, always.

Seasons, cycles, growth and change: Unstoppable forces of nature y'all. Whether witnessed first hand, or through a window, it's a roller coaster round and round, up and down.

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Down on the corner....fna fa na nan na

This made me happy.

Miserable fat bastard

Do you ever have the feeling that there is absolutely nothing you want to do and you have no idea what to do with yourself and everything you try makes you miserable? Is that what being depressed is? Or is that just what being a dumb jerk is? Maybe I'm both.
I honestly don't know where that last post came from. I woke up the next day feeling like life was excruciating and being a mother was the hardest thing on earth.

I do have help, but when I get a break, I don't know what to do with myself to feel better. When I don't have help, I wish I did. And so on and so on in a tornado of self-defeat.

Why is mothering so hard? Why is it so hard for me, is the real question. I don't handle responsibility well. It's very stressful to me. I'm a perfectionist who has no faith in her own abilities. That's a recipe for misery right there. I'm tired. I'm lonely and cooped up. I know some women just forge on with their lives and the baby goes along with them and that's that. For some reason, I haven't come even close to mastering this. What would free me to do so? A house (so I didn't have to sit quietly while he naps lest I wake him up)? A car (so I could go places in inclement weather or places far away)? A lobotomy (so I could chill the eff out)?

I really don't know if any of the above would make a difference. If you go back and read any old post on this blog, I'm probably talking about how hard something in my life is or how unhappy I am. Baby or before. It's pitiful and sad. I would love to be happier. I would love to know how to do that. What a waste it is, to drag yourself through every day, missing what's good about it and only feeling what's bad. What a shame that I have such an awesome little son that I can't truly enjoy because I'm such a miserable bastard. A miserable fat bastard as the English say...

Poor kid, you are probably thinking. Well he would be, if he were stuck with me all the time. But he's not. He has grandparents and a happy dad and a mom who tries her damnedest most of the time. I've heard it said that most moms are best during a certain time of their child's life. For example; really good at mothering a teenager or a toddler or an infant. I think I'll be best at having a school age child. I think that's when my skills will come in the most handy.

I'm not really shining forth on the infant stage. It's tough man. It's tough. I find myself envying the age-ed. Retired old people who slowly do their thing. It's warped and misinformed I know. I just have this idyllic vision of a life where you just putter around and no one needs you for anything really. It sounds terrible doesn't it? I know for a fact some of those people would tell me I was a retard for not enjoying my life in the full swing of things.

Honestly, I don't know how to be happy. No matter where I am, or what I'm doing, this blog is a testament to the fact that I simply don't know how to be happy.