1.12.2013

To My Heart, With Love


Dear Readers,

I have been accused all of my life of having a tender heart.  I say accused, because it hasn't always been observed in a kindly manner; it was just a nice way of calling me a cry baby.  People in my life have gone to great extent to not trigger the rush of tears that accompany something that touches my heart.  They have downplayed illness, "forgot" to tell me of the death of an old friend, forbidden me from watching emotional movies, and the list goes on.  It's understandable that for a long time, I too considered my extra sensitive nature to be a vice, not a virtue.  My heart was more of a stumbling block than a force for good.  Nothing but a trigger of embarrassment that my sister's would use against me in vulnerable times by reminding me that (spoiler alert!) Beth dies in "Little Women", because it was certain to make me cry on the spot.

Tender as it is, I find that I have little to no option to follow anything else in life besides my heart.  As I've grown older, I've recognized it's sensitivities to be intuition, compassion and empathy. Although I find these qualities to be important and necessary, they do not always lead me down the easiest path.  It's not rare for my heart and mind to battle; logic and being reasonable often lose to doing what feels right.  I sound like such a hippie saying that, but it's true none-the-less.  It's gotten me in trouble more than once.  I've even (though I hate to admit it) been wrong about what I thought was the right thing to do based on feeling.  More often than not though, I find myself in extraordinary situations that reaffirm my intuition and reward my heart beyond measure.  This past week I found myself in the midst of just such an experience.

I met my friend Caitlyn several years ago at a dinner party my friend Jenny was having.  I remember details about her clearly, though I don't remember much else from that night.  She approached me and introduced herself to me, although I don't know that she needed to because from the minute I laid eyes on her I felt I had known her for years.  Throughout the years of our friendship, we have shared a lot of good and bad times with each other, along with a select few other lovely ladies we are so lucky to know.  Even though we have the kind of friendship that is sturdy on it's own, not requiring daily nourishment or constant contact, we have floated and in and out as if we know exactly the right time to be there for each other.  As it happens, we had come together again early last spring when Caitlyn called me to tell me she was pregnant, and I thought that tender heart of mine my burst because of the thrill I felt for her.

For those of you who have never been pregnant, it is both an exhilarating and terrifying experience.  They are, without doubt, the best and worst of times.  Knowing what Caitlyn could be facing, I followed that tender little heart of mine straight into her life again, and what a blessing it has been.  Watching Caitlyn grow and prepare for her new role as a mother has been a beautiful and wonderful time.  It's not easy to do, you know, but she made the transition with a grace I've never seen before.  I was so excited for her when the labor she had so patiently waited for finally started on Monday.  She asked me to come to her apartment while she was in the early stages to hang out with her and her mom.  Upon arriving I sat on the floor next her and we talked and laughed and worked through her contractions when they appeared.  Juju, her sweet Great Dane, had hurt her back that day and couldn't get off her bed, so I sat and comforted her while we chatted.  Heidi, another dear friend of mine and Caitlyn's doula, came and we enjoyed this strange and exciting time together.  As things started to get moving though, the atmosphere changed and we prepared things for Caitlyn to make the move to the Boise Birthing Center.  My intentions were to go home and wait for the call, but I was asked to follow along.

I feel as though I would be overstepping my bounds to describe the rest of the night.  So I will skip to the next morning, when I got out of bed and processed the events from the night before.  I had slept very little, but I didn't care.  My heart was overflowing, and so were tears from my eyes.  I cried all morning.  It occurred to me that I had the extraordinary privilege to help one of my friends leave this life and to help another welcome a new life.  I am, indeed, very blessed to have done so.  Holding that sweet very new born baby is an experience that I will never, ever forget.  As my friend Brion put it, "You were there for your friend for the most important event of her life."

Which brings me back to my ridiculous heart.  I can't help it, my nature to nourish and smother.  There is nothing to be done about it.  I know I drive my friends and family crazy, that I often overstep my bounds with the intention of helping.  I care too damn much.  I owe a debt of gratitude to my tender heart though, because it has lead me into the depths of the richest experiences of my life.  What a humbling thing, to have such wonderful and amazing people invite me to share in their lives.  I very much look forward to continue on in my dear friendship with Caitlyn, and to holding and loving her new sweet baby girl.  Thank you, thank you, thank you for the rejuvenating and life changing experience of letting me be your friend.

Sincerely,
h.