As the saying goes... Art Imitating Life, or is it Life Imitating Art?
Why someone would choose to follow a story(ies) for over three decades is beyond me!!
Oh... I'm sure I am not alone on this... I have been hooked on All My Children, One Life to Live and General Hospital since I was in high school... Hello, my name is Carla and I am a soapaholic!
In one way or another, I have grown up with these soaps. I have learned from them and laughed at them... I have gotten mad at them and turned them off for months... only to come back to see that life had not changed... not for them and not for me.
Now after nearly forty-two years, this week is the last week that ABC's All My Children will air on television. One Life to Live will go off air in January of 2012. Did find out from one of my friends that both shows will continue online. After further investigation on my part, both shows were purchased by Prospect Park, which will continue to produce and air the shows online. That's about as much as I know, now anyways.
Anyway, I mentioned art imitating life or visa-versa... whilst watching AMC today, and balling my eyes, for a good part of the show, with the good-byes starting, and the story lines ending ever so bitter-sweetly... some of the lines spoken whilst looking back on their television lives... took me on the same journey with my own life.
Yes... while walking down memory lane I see that life has taken its swings at me, and then, I have made my own mistakes and a few good choices too... and in some instances it may have taken me a while, but I have learned from my experiences... both good and bad.
SO... today, as the dimmer switch went on a little higher. I took a good long look at myself and the dark cloud that has been hovering over me. Which is the loss and lack of relationship with my sons... I realized that since I lost them nearly eighteen years ago, all my decisions and actions have been based because of this loss, or with this loss hovering above me all the while lingering and darkening my heart.
I wish you could understand it... how I feel I mean... maybe you do?... loosing my boys was like loosing my life... It wasn't like I lost them to death and that's it... they stop living and you don't have them anymore, except for memories. They were alive, out there living their lives without me, without their mother... and I do not care what anyone says... a child needs their mother! [This is with the understanding that we are talking about a good mother.]
Their father did everything in his power to alienate them from me and poison their minds. I made the mistake of moving back home at a time in my life that I was drinking a lot and felt that I could not allow them to see me in that light... and that maybe being closer to my parents would help since they were getting older themselves.
Something my son said to me the other day when I asked him what if I moved back to the northwest near he and his brother... He reminded me that he has plans, as does his brother, and it would not be like it was when he was twelve... and that if I wanted to do something like that I had to think of myself, do it for myself. Right then, at that moment, the light went on... I had lost my boys and I would never get them back.
My sons are gone, and grown... and all I can do now is pray that God will watch over them and guide them, and put a wonderful girl in their paths that will help them do good, live good and be happy.
The time has come for me to allow myself to mourn the loss of my sons, and with it the hope they would come back to me one day. That time is gone forever, for now they are men and have their own lives to live. With that I hope that they always know that my heart and my door will always be open to them when they are ready to know me.
NOW... What I do have is my daughter. God has given me within her, the opportunity to be the mother she deserves. I have also been given the opportunity to live up to the mom I was and wanted to be for my sons. Calley deserves a happy life, the life I always wanted, the life I always wanted to give my boys... I will give it to her.
I also have to be grateful for my husband... for as many lows as I have gone through because of my loss... my ups and downs... probably more downs than anything... he still is beside me. I love you Dino!
I have given myself permission to mourn the loss of my boys, accept the fact that I will never have them back again, for they are now grown. I leave the rest in God's hands, along with my faith in him for what he sees me fit to do... which is raise my little girl with all the love she deserves to be raised with. The rest is as they say... is in His hands.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. ~William Shakespeare
Memory
is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the
things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years
There
are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we
don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without
but have to let go. ~Author Unknown
Blessings to all!!
262 days to go...
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). It may not be that our mates are doing something wrong; it's simply that we expect too much in some areas. Our expectations must be met in God alone, and then we will have the right perspective to ask God for the healing and grace we need to respond to others.
How sad that we give more grace to others than to those in our own homes. Today, try to look at your husband through eyes of grace. Verbally thank your husband for what he is already doing.
