Motherless Daughters

I just finished a book that has been sitting on my shelf for 2 years, Motherless Daughters: The Legacy of Loss, 2nd Edition by Hope Edelmann. The author lost her mother to breast cancer when she was 17 years old and is now in her early 40s - outliving her mother. I bought this book in 2006 about 6 months after Mom died. I also gave a copy to my sister who was 20 years old when Mom died.  Not sure if sister has read it but I am going to tell her this month that she needs to soon. It was also interesting that I had this book with me two weeks ago in LA for a conference (read on the shuttles and such) and a woman in my hotel stopped and talked to me to find out more about the book. She just came right up and said, “I see you reading that book and wonder what you think of it. My mom died when I was 27 years old.”  I had actually just started the book and couldn’t really offer her much information, but she was clearly in her late 30s or 40s so I found it interesting that after so much time, she was seeking out information.

I have been putting off the reading of this book for many reasons. One is that sometimes I feel like Mom is still around. I blame this on moving 750 miles away. I really did not see or talk to my mother daily (or weekly for that matter since the last 2 years with her were full of ups and downs for us…mostly downs). The other reason is that I often convince myself that I am “okay.”

I really wanted to read Edelmann’s other book, Motherless Mothers. I feel like this is something that I am lacking - the guidance of my mother in helping to raise my boys. So I thought that I should read the first book and then move onto the second one. I’m glad that I did. It uncovered alot of feelings that now seem to make sense. And more importantly I realize that I am not alone in this world. It took a long time to get through some parts. I’d have to put the book down, cry, do something else, and return several times. It is good to know, however, that my pain is real even though it is two years later.

The author interviewed over 200 motherless daughters. Some grew up without their mothers (who either abandoned them or died when they were really really young). The author originally wrote the book to serve this audience, but says that after the 1st edition, she was connecting with alot of motherless daughters who lost their moms in their 20s or 30s (I was 33). So this second edition does an even better job of reaching to more motherless daughters.  It even talks about going through a mother’s illness prior to death and dealing with this. I found this extremely helpful. I often tell people that even though my mother did not die from breast cancer, that was the beginning of the end. She beat breast cancer only to be highly dependent on pain relievers and medications - she had convinced herself mentally that she NEEDED so many meds. And this indirectly lead to my mothers death.

One thing that the book did help me to come to terms with is my little knowledge of my mother as a real person. After my parents divorced, I don’t know if I knew the “real” Mom or the “other” Mom.  I have made such an effort over the last 2 years to talk more to people that knew her and hear their stories and see their pictures.  There was a time when my mom was happy with her life and this is comforting to know.  Getting my Dad to talk about her was tough on both of us, but he has opened up alot and shared wonderful stories. This summer, we even made a trip to Cape May, NJ while on vacation nearby to see where our family vacationed and where my Mom stayed when there with her parents. She LOVED the ocean and Cape May was her true passion. On our last day at the Jersey shore, my sister and I spread Mom’s ashes into the Atlantic Ocean. I immediately felt at peace. Hard to explain.

I am probably going to start reading Motherless Mothers soon. I’m not sure what sort of information I am hoping to get here, just hoping to find something useful or something that can make me feel better about my “mothering journey.” It isn’t easy and sometimes Dad is just not all that helpful. 

I’m going to get my sister to read this book and I recommend to anyone out there whose mom has died or left their relationship.  It is the best book out there.

Self-Professed Microsoft Girl

I was on the plane yesterday - it was extremely early, I left my home at 5 am - thinking over why I have not blogged here lately. Each day a thought pops in my head and I say to myself “I should blog about that!” But then I turn my attention back to either work or my kids. Fact is that these thought usually happen while I am in the car, in the shower, alone…and the rest of the time that I am actually in front of a computer is really spent on the thousands of things to do at work or other things vying for my attention at home - including fantasy football and keeping my family informed on our family happenings. I realize it is all about choices right now and my Marketer Jen blog is not getting the choice right now.

But here I am today. Sitting in the Hilton LA/Universal City. I’m waiting on my breakfast before I go and pick up Marketer DM (sort of like DJ AM, but without the J & A) from LAX and then we are driving in my rental PT Cruiser to the LA convention center for booth setup. I have not been to a Microsoft conference in 18 months - Tech Ed 2007 was June in Orlando and I was 5 months pregnant.

I am essentially here to help talk to customers about Dummies and Wrox - more Wrox but DM tells me that my past history of working on Wrox books makes me useful at these shows. Dandy!  I am also excited (do you really get excited over tech…?) to sit in on the keynotes to get more information on the upcoming next versions of Office and Windows…a topic that really does make me happy as these books make up the majority of my editors’ programs. I’m really not much of a Mac girl and I don’t make any of this a secret. I proudly run Vista and Office 2007 on my home laptops without issue, listen to my Zune with happiness that I didn’t spend loads on an iPod, and continue to play Zumba, Guitar Hero and whatever I can find that interests me on our Xbox 360.

So today I am wearing my Guitar Hero t-shirt and will walk proudly in the footsteps of a Microsoft supporter. 

Until I find time….

The “Club”

A colleague lost her mother over the weekend after a long, long battle with cancer. After talking to her yesterday, I realized just how long with lots of ups and downs. I told her that she now belongs to our “club.” You know who you are out there…the people in their 20, 30s, and early 40s who have lost a parent. If I live to be 65 years old (I sure hope so!), I will have lived longer without my mother than with her. I found this devastating when I thought about it. My sister only has to live to be 42 years old!

It isn’t that we are an elite bunch, but the club understands how suddenly you can be totally happy and having a great day and suddenly well up into tears - usually from a thought that I want to call her about, looking at a picture, or just remembering. I put it in writing one day as a comment to another blog and I have talked about this often with my friends and colleagues.  I went and found the comment and here it is:

The death of a parent was the hardest thing that I have ever gone through in my life. I ended that day in disbelief and said to my husband “My mom died today. I cannot believe it.” Each day now is one of three things: 1. I hardly notice that she is gone, it is life as usual. 2. The pain that she is gone is so intense that I can’t breathe. 3. The anger that I feel is so bad that I want to break everything in sight.

The angry days usually revolve around the fact that the last year with my mother was extremely difficult to get her to actively participate in my life, my newborn’s life, and (seriously) her own life. It is also just the anger at being here without her.  When I know of or hear of someone’s parent dying, it rips open the carefully placed band aid that I have put over all of this stuff. I try to explore my feelings more but that is hard to do too.

 

Neighbor Update

My backyard neighbor Wife J came by on Saturday afternoon to sit on my back patio. Really, she was just sitting there with her eyes closed while I cooked some sausage sauce and pasta for me and the boys. Last I had heard from her and Husband J (who was turned away from a job in Allentown, PA 3 days before starting), he had a less than ideal (her words) job offer from a company in Cincinnatti, OH and was in Colorado before we left for NJ vacation for another job interview. I asked her if she was okay and she explained that there were people looking at their house from 4-5 pm and she has been coming over to my yard all week (good to know) if she didn’t want to pack up the kids and leave the house when having a walk-through. I dismissed this because this is just how they are and though I find it a bit odd, it is so them.  So Husband J accepted the job offer in Cinn and now their house is back on the market. He starts tomorrow - will be living with his parents during the week. Apparently, both of their families are in Cinn and that is where they grew up.

I hardly asked about the job, I was much more interested in how many people had looked at their house in the week it has been up for sale. I was surprised that they have gotten alot of traffic and were getting a second walk-through on Sunday. There are several houses up for sale in our neighborhood - the ones that border Hague Road and/or 106th Street just do not sell. And those are the people that want to move…mainly because of the high traffic and rumors that they plan to expand the road. Of course, there is a house that is the first visible house when you come into the neighborhood off 106th St. that has two blue tarps on the roof…lovely, right???  Probably were refused a new roof by their insurance company two years ago and this is how they protest! 

Good times. But I am happy that our neighbor finally has a job after being unemployed for several months. Hopefully a nice family (with kids) will move in. Our side by side neighbors are not ideal as far as kids go - one is over 80 years old (never see her!) and the other is a couply my Dad’s age with grandkids that come over every so often, but we hardly see them either.

Fantasy Football

Today was my first venture into the Fantasy Football field. I have spent several years gawking over Husband’s FF team and his win 2 years ago. I usually keep to the weekly picks. Last year, I was invited to join an all-female fantasy league. Intriguing…but I was 32 weeks pregnant at the time. Can you imagine me neglecting my newborn to ensure my line up was in??? Yeah, me too!  I’m the one who gave birth at 8:41 am and was watching ESPN Football at 11 am that same day. Hah!  So I passed last year but told them to keep me in mind for 2009. They did and I joined up. I’m currently holding my own in Game #1 - winning 80 to 61. She has her defense (Minn) playing tomorrow night and I have two players (a RB and WR) playing tomorrow also. I’m hopeful but cautious to get too excited. My brother (who is like the Jimmy the Greek of Mendham, NJ) tried several times last weekend to give me “advice.” I brushed him off and asked him to just let me be…please!!!!

In other rewarding news this weekend for me, I’m flying solo on the homefront and I took the boys (A and Z) to the Indianapolis zoo yesterday and then to church today (they went to their classroom/infant room and I went to my group study worship). It felt good to not stay at home with them and venture out - with an “I think I can” attitude. It’s all worth trying. If it doesn’t work, I just pack them back into the minivan and hit the road. That is just the attitude that I have to have right now.  Later in the week - A begins swim lessons, Z and I do Mommy & Child swim…stay tuned.