Every Tuesday for the past four months I’ve gone and read to one of the third grade special education classes here in Macomb. What a treat it has been for me and I might say for them as well. In four short months I’ve fallen in love with these kids. It’s wonderful to walk into the room and see them working hard, or goofing off or trying to help each other with whatever work they are assigned. It’s wonderful to walk into a room and see their eyes light up because I am there and they know what I am there for. It’s wonderful when they are putting on a magic show and a play this afternoon and I tell them I am coming and they get excited.
It’s changed my perspective on kids. Also, having other people’s babies around has made me think about having my own kids a little bit more. Sometimes I cannot believe the amount of love I have for these children and cannot even begin to imagine what that love would feel like if that child had come from me, made with someone who I love dearly.
Which has then really made me think about committment, marriage, life, partnership. What they all mean and how they fit into my life. Understanding that when I love someone it is because I love them and it doesn’t matter what other people think (unless of course he is an asshole and beats me and people try to stop that, this isn’ t the case). The role of a lifetime relationship is an important one and I’m feeling really stupid, ashamed, lost, sad these days at the reality that I have most likely ruined my chances with a particular person, a particular person with whom I can see life working.
It doesn’t matter where he works or that once a year he may be gone for a few months working in Maine. What matters is that he knows how to take care of me, wants to take care of me. It matters that he likes to walk in the woods, takes notice of the beautiful things in nature which I also notice, that when he thinks of me he picks lilacs and leaves them on my doorstep because he knows it is my favorite smell in the spring. What matters is that he says he wants to learn new words and for christmas last year I buy him a word a day calendar (this year too, but who knows if i’ll have the chance to give it to him), when I first met him and hadn’t let fear creep in yet I left a line of hershey kisses on his car window.
But I am afraid. Afraid of loving again, giving my all and the end results being what they were with Brad. Afraid of the pain. But is the pain of not having worse than the pain of having and losing? I’ve come to the conclusion that the pain of not having is worse. I love this person, I know that much I can only hope for yet another chance.