I stand frozen, struggling to decide whether to continue moving forward along my metaphorical balance beam or to choose to jump off to the right or to the left. To my right, there is laughter; to my left there are tears.
I have felt this way at other times in my life – most, but not all of them, in the eleven years since Sarah Kate was born. It’s the tug between the feeling that I am about to drown in the stressful details of life, and the near-uncontrollable urge to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
Most days, my life feels normal and ordinary, but there are moments when I look at what it has become and wonder how I got here. I am a rule follower, a planner, a person who thrives with order and schedules. I do the children’s laundry on a certain day of the week, grocery shop on another, dust, sweep, and mop on another.
The past few weeks have been nothing but chaos – not all of it bad or unpleasant, but still chaos.
The Princess Mile post that went viral.
A trip to Dallas.
A disgruntled former employee of Mr. Andi who showed up at our house late at night (long story short: he’s cooling his heels in the city jail…)
A stomach bug that wiped out the whole family. (FYI: I don’t recommend a stomach bug on top of abdominal surgery…)
I’d say that I’m relieved March is over, but my mom always tells me never to wish my life way, and besides… April may be even tougher. We’ll be seeing Sarah Kate’s orthopedist soon, finalizing plans for surgery, and then dealing with all that it entails – weeks of non-weight bearing recovery, home bound schooling, and then rehab.
If I try to look into my life from the outside, I begin to feel a little panicky, wondering at what point my brain and cortisol levels will mutiny and leave me collapsed in a heap on my bed in the darkness. Best to keep my eyes trained instead on each foot as I take steps one after the other into the future.
So I continue to take steps, one at a time, knowing that at any moment I could falter, but knowing as well that the potential for laughter is as great as that of tears.