Monday, June 15, 2009

My dad might be getting remarried. Might. His girlfriend might have TMJ (which is a painful jaw-locking thing), so she's been in pain a lot lately and has headaches and doesn't sleep well and stuff like that. She's got a doctor's appointment soon to find out if this is something they can fix within a few weeks or whether she'll have it forever. If they can fix it, they'll probably get married in August. If they can't, my dad isn't going to marry her. Oh, but don't worry, he's not breaking up with her either. It just doesn't make sense to marry someone who's going to be in pain and in and out of the doctor's for the rest of their life. I mean, she's a nice lady and she has a good pension from the state and when you get to be 60 there aren't a lot of good options and you don't want to spend the rest of your life alone.

What? Seriously?

Ok, now, in addition, imagine being told this one night as if...hmm...as if you were talking about the weather, or maybe discussing whether the curtians were more of a navy or a royal blue.

So then what did I say to my dad? "Oh, ok. Yeah. Cool." No excitement or disappointment from him, just flat, emotionless really, so I suppose that I gave him the same sort of response.
Later though, I went home and cried. Partially because I was sad for myself that this is the kind of man I have for a father, but mostly I was sad for him. I tried talking to my sister about it, but she didn't really understand why someone making such a unromantic, unsacramental, unjoyful choice about marriage would bother me. Maybe it's just I've spent so much time learning the ins and outs of vocation to womenhood that I think his girlfriend deserves to marry someone who not only just likes her enough to satisfy himself, but also loves every bit of her, body and soul, and wants to be there with her to support her, care for her, and help her through the good times and bad. And hearing and seeing the beauty that is a strong, true, deep, loving - haha or perhaps free, total, faitful, fruitful - marriage......I feel so bad for them both that they may never experience that.

At the same time, it serves as a reminder of what can happen if we choose to close ourselves up, shut away the people and memories that cause us pain, rather than facing them head on. Because if there's one thing I've learned, it's that you can't block out the bad without also negating some of the good. Like, imagine all your emotions on a line. At the far left is the most painful thing that's ever happened to you, and on the far right is the most joyful. Obviously, you want to know what it's like to be super happy, so you want to stretch the line in that direction. But...I'm convinced this emotion line only grows two ways: simultaneously bigger or smaller in both directions. To put it in Gratia Plena terms, if you want to feel the ecstasy of Christ's love, you also have to be willing to feel the agony of His death. And my dad, well, he couldn't handle the terrible things that happened to him as a child. He didn't want to feel that pain, he didn't want to go there, so he shut it out. And as he got older, he didn't stop; he shut out more and more of the bad, probably never realizing the good that was disappearing too. And now...here he is...60 years old and unable to experience the excitement of a wedding or sympathsize with the hurt of his daughter.

I'm sorry for this rant. I love my dad when it really comes down to it. But...ah! I guess I just wanted to see if anyone else understands any of this.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Happy Sunday :]]

Hey y'all!

So its been almost a month since we finished finals and left our little sanctuary at THE Catholic University of America.   And I know, for me at least, August seems way too far away.  But it's also good to be home with family and friends.  I just wanted to drop a line and tell all you beautiful ladies just how much you mean to me, and how wonderful each of you are.  I went on a retreat once, and they told us to never forget that we were Hotttt dogs.  Now, I know I cringed a little bit and was a taddd confused.  But once they explained it, it all made perfect sense.  We AREEE hot dogs, y'all.  We are daughters of God.  And HE LOVES US MORE THAN ANYTHING.  I was listening to this new country song, (I know big surprise right?), and it goes on and on about he loves sleepin in on saturdays, and he loves his dog, and he loves his truck...  but he loves his girls love the most.    And as I was singing along i realized that i love Jesus's love the most.  And he loves us :]]  I'm just in a really good mood today, and felt like sharing a little bit of my smiling bubbliness with the hi-tech GP girls I love so much :]]

and always remember, i'm here for you if you ever need ANYTHING!!
lovelovelove,
caitlin alanna