Wave of Gratitude

May 18, 2008 at 11:27 am 5 comments

Yesterday seemed like a fairly normal eventful day — my son had confirmation. After months of preparation, the day had arrived. My husband was nervous that we would get there too late and not get a seat. (That’s what happened last year at my daughter’s confirmation.) He was rather irritating — scolding and complaining that we were not ready soon enough. That really put a bad taste in my mouth, and I was upset. What was supposed to be a special day, was turning out just awful. I told him that I had announced at lunch what time we would leave, and that is exactly what time the children and I were ready.

When we got to the church, hardly anyone was there yet. Before we went in, I told my husband in front of the children that I’d had enough of his grumpiness and wanted him to stop. It is a special day, and that’s how I want to remember it. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that this little speech pleased both children, my son especially. They had been ignoring him and refusing to let him take their picture. That was their way of expressing their discontent with his behavior. We went inside the church, found a nice place to sit, and that was it.

Since I’ve already shed so many tears of sentimental disbelief at my children growing up, I was dry-eyed during the entire ceremony. The feeling of pride that he had really made it was stronger. I had told both children that it was up to them if they wanted to be confirmed, as I am no church-goer, and feel more at home with Hinduism and Buddhism. Both children took on the responsibility with no complaints. There were several excursions, several trips to church, and twice they had to be there at 6 am! No complaints. So I leaned back in the pew and thought to myself: “Well done, my children!”

Since I only go to church for funerals, weddings and my children’s milestones (baptism, first communion, confirmation), there usually is a strong tendency towards tears. This time it was strange. I just felt a wonderful sense of calm and not at all sentimental.

Then what happened? Towards the end of the ceremony, the girls’ choir sang “Top of the World” — one of the hits from the Carpenters. For those who don’t know, Karen Carpenter died 25 years ago in February while recovering from her eating disorder. That song shocked me out of my coolness. A wave of gratitude washed over me, leaving a few tears welled up in my eyes, as it occurred to me that I could have died as well.

I am so grateful that I survived those days as a young woman struggling in New York City — a walking toothpick, bingeing and vomiting incessantly, sometimes even vomiting blood, depressed and alone, paranoid and afraid, having blackouts and hearing voices as I walked to work. I wanted to live, but I had lost hope and was waiting for death. Instead, I recovered. And despite all the annoyances that come with marriage and children, I am eternally grateful for this chapter of my life, for the opportunity to raise two healthy children and enjoy them. Thank you, Higher Power!

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5 Comments Add your own

  • 1. SanityFound  |  May 18, 2008 at 1:03 pm

    HP knows best and I am grateful to that the powers that be led you to me and me to you 🙂 Sounds like Karen was a sign…

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  • 2. Rach  |  May 18, 2008 at 2:02 pm

    Wow. Once again, I’m amazed.

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  • 3. diaryofarecoveredbulimic  |  May 18, 2008 at 5:05 pm

    R: Life continues to amaze me as well. Like they say in the rooms: Keep coming back! 🙂
    SF: Indeed she was. Karen’s death brought the possibility before my eyes, perhaps jolting me to get serious about recovery. And still it took me another FIVE YEARS and another major relapse before I was ready to recover! Holy moly! Well, I’m not the fastest at change, but at least it gave me time to develop my sense of humor! 😉

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  • 4. SanityFound  |  May 18, 2008 at 5:59 pm

    Those that change quickly don’t really change at all…

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  • 5. diaryofarecoveredbulimic  |  May 19, 2008 at 5:47 am

    Wise words from a wise soul. Slowly but surely… is the way to go!

    Reply

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