That is exactly what happened earlier this week. Munchkin is old enough for Cub Scouts. He is over the moon excited for this. He has been looking forward to it since his older cousin started a year ago.
This week was his first pack meeting. It was crowded and loud and he made friends and had a ton of fun! He was laughing and playing and following directions. I could not have had a happier boy on my hands.
I on the other hand, I sat in my seat and looked around at all of the families. I felt like there was a HUGE SPOTLIGHT on me. Like I stood out as a sore thumb.
Over there-yep, she is the one without a husband. Look at her here all alone.
I know that it is only in my brain and no one certainly did anything to make me feel this way, it is just how I feel when we go into a situation that is surrounded by families. For some reason, I thought being in a pack with my brother and uncle would make it less so-perhaps it will over time, but it did not help this week. I came home and I cried. The bitter painful tears of a broken heart. I cried for me and I cried for Robert. See, he didn't get to do scouting. His dad did it with his older brothers but he was never afforded the opportunity. He never actually camped ever. I am from a scouting family. We are all scouts and all camp and do things and volunteer. It is how we were raised. Robert was so looking forward to doing scouting with his son and us as a family. Perhaps that is really why it is so painful for me to do alone. This was one of those preconceived family things that I am now doing by myself. NOT FAIR!
I also know that it isn't fair for me to hole us up indoors alone, so we go out and do things. We join scouts, we do family activities at school. We show up and we do. I know that our family is not unique. I get that. I know there are plenty of widowed moms and dads in the world. Just wish there was one or two kindred spirits in our circles. Then I feel horrible for wishing that, because I would not want ANYONE to go through this heartache and pain. I actually wish that this didn't happen in the world. You know, you get married, you have your family, your live happily ever after and no one dies, and no one has pain and heartache and grief. Unfortunately, the world is not full of puppies and rainbows and vanilla scented unicorn farts! It is messy and hard and painful, but it is worth it.
This weekend is the family camp out. We are packed and ready to go. My brother will be staying with his son, his wife will be at home with their daughter. From what I understand, most families will be "half" families. This knowledge doesn't help me feel less lonely. For some reason it makes it more so.