Saturday, September 4, 2021

What it's really like ...


              At 3 am I was startled awake by my nine-year-old standing in front of my bed.  “Mommy, I think I might throw up.”  The next four hours were a blur of gentle touches, trashcans, reassuring words, prayers and cartoons in the dark I saw through sleepy eyes.  Was it COVID? Would we all get it? What meetings do I need to cancel today?  All the while I still had a pit in my stomach from when my doctor called to tell me my first mammogram showed something in one breast.  Two days later after covid tests and lots of laundry I randomly picked a seat at the school board meeting.  I quickly realized the people all around me were very upset.  As I sat there listening to the anger in people’s voices … anger directed at those sitting in the very same seats I am campaigning for, my mind bounced between feeling compassion for everyone upset, thinking about my messaging as a candidate, wondering if the covid numbers will keep rising, wondering if my kids will get covid and fighting that anxiety knot from the diagnostic mammogram scheduled the next day. 

               Days kept going full of meetings, emails, phone calls, youth group events to run, permission slips to gather, sermons to prepare [I just had to pause and text my husband, asking him to bring home my vestments because I left them at the Episcopal Church and I need them for serving Communion at The Methodist Church tomorrow].  As I bounce from thing to thing I remember that when I decided to run for School Board someone gave me this warning “as you campaign there will be traps along the way, be careful not to get caught in them.”  At the time I had no idea what he meant.  Now I know. 

               Everyone wants me to be something.  I am not conservative enough for the conservatives and not liberal enough for the liberals.  People tell me “I will support you if …”  and then tell me how to change my messaging.  I get invitations to events and have to ask myself if it is actually a way for me to share my message and connect with people or a way for people to put me in a corner, label me a certain way and then tune out everything I have to say. 

               Last Tuesday my husband had a meeting so I led Morning Prayer on Facebook myself.  The scriptures were: Psalm 26, Kings 8:65-9:9 and Mark 14:66-72.  Over and over again I kept hearing about integrity.  I felt emotional reading them because they felt like the exact thing my heart needed to hear.  Campaigning and being a pastor have many similarities.  In both situations people want you to align with what they already think and believe.  In both situations support from others can feel conditional and uncertain.  In both situations if you do not tend to your soul and remember who you are then you get lost.  Standing at all these school Open Houses reminds me a bit of standing in the post worship greeting lines.  Most people are in a hurry and you just try to say whatever you can as quickly as you can, some people are upset and you try to do your best to listen and respond in a way that is genuine and honest and some are ready to connect with you and you feel so appreciative of a moment to truly see another and feel seen. 

               Today I find myself with something rare: time to myself.  As I sort through all the anxious thoughts I have had these past few weeks, process the fears and think about the things that have upset me and why and also the things that have moved me and why, I find myself feeling like I want to cry.  Not the kind of cry I expected- not because I feel overwhelmed or scared or sad, but the kind of cry that comes from a heart overwhelmed with gratitude.  I feel so incredibly grateful.  The mammogram was fine, just dense tissue.  The kids are fine, all negative covid tests, all recovered and so incredibly happy to be going to in person school.  My mom just got her booster shot.  The big church event last Sunday went really well and was really fun.  I was the first name drawn for the ballot order lottery meaning I will be the first of seven names listed on the ballot (for three spots).  Several of the current school board members have been incredibly helpful and kind.  And I have gotten to meet some great people and learn about really wonderful things at all the schools I have been to.  I am learning so much.  And I got all nine burrs out of my dog’s fur with minimal biting.  All a reminder that I will be ok no matter what, not because life is easy, not because bad things don’t happen but because I can remember who I am regardless of all of that. 


3 comments:

  1. Beautiful.
    Life is overwhelming and hard to live in. Positive thoughts help things go better.

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  2. Keep going, Jen. You are the right person at the right time.

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