This too shall pass. We have heard this phrase many times. We know it to be true. Yet when we are in the moment of whatever “this” is, it can be very hard to believe.
Loving someone or something is so wonderful. It is an all-encompassing feeling of happiness and warmth. The heart swells with emotion; each day is an opportunity to grow and nourish that love. There are so many great things about love, but love comes with a price. If you truly love, unselfishly love, you begin to realize your happiness and well-being depends on their happiness and well-being. If they are in pain, you most definitely will be too.
Two days ago, my daughter called me. One of her four dogs had gotten into the garbage and ingested something that could possibly be obstructing her intestine. Love….my daughters complete love for her dogs and my complete love for her.
Some background, my daughter lives alone in her own home and works at least three 12-hour shifts a week. On the other two days, she will work a minimum of six and a maximum of nine-hour shifts. She has two days “off”, but those days are consumed with errands and chores, hardly the definition of a day off. The love I feel for her is sometimes indescribable. I am so incredibly proud of her and all of her accomplishments. She is an independent woman and refuses to rely on others to help her run her household. While my heart swells with pride, all of the responsibilities that come with managing a house, and being a mom to four dogs and two cats, frightens me. The dark circles under her eyes, the weight loss, the shear exhaustion I read all over her face, terrify me. I wonder how long she can go on like this. I feel overwhelmed for her.
When she reached out to me about the dog, I was very concerned. Not only do I adore Nala, I know how important her animals are to her, they are her babies. The frantic tone of her voice, magnified by her near state of collapse, sent my mind reeling and I could feel my heart breaking right along with hers. Mother mode took over and I began to take charge of whatever I could. I called the Veterinarian scheduled an appointment, picked Nala up, let the other dogs out, and washed the few dishes in the sink. This part was easy, what came next was not. The Vet informed us that she may have to have surgery, and with a heart murmur, this was anything but routine. Giving my daughter this news was awful. I was no longer talking to my almost 30-year-old independent daughter; I was now talking to my emotional, frightened 5-year-old daughter. I tried to explain that everything would be ok and that this too shall pass.
I bring myself back to the subject of this post. When we are stressed, harried, sad, lonely, upset, all we need do is remember….this too shall pass, and just like with everything else, it did.
During the night, Nala threw up most of what she had ingested. They x-rayed her again and found that, with the exception of a tiny bit of foreign material left inside her, she was going to be okay.
I remember telling my daughter during the long hours of the night, that tomorrow would be different. Whether we would be in surgery or whether she would have passed the object, the moment we were currently in, would be behind us. Nothing is permanent; nothing stays the same forever.
Moments are fleeting. Life is like the ocean, some days calm and unassuming, other days wild and ferocious. Just like the ocean life is unpredictable, sometimes we are riding the wave, other times we are clawing our way to the surface after being dragged under by its mighty force. Storms can appear out of nowhere. Just as quickly the winds and tide can change. When we find ourselves in that storm, dragged under the surface, fighting for that precious bit of oxygen, that is when we must focus on refilling our lungs with the breath of life and remind ourselves….this to shall pass.