Friday, June 17, 2011

My eulogy for my dad

For J.G. Miers: 6.9.1944 - 6.2.2011
Most of us are here today because we know how special my father was – a committed public servant, a champion for people with disabilities, a devoted servant to his faith, and an engaging man whose broad, infectious grin drew everyone close to him. He could make anyone feel special in his eyes.

When he got sick, I started to think about the things I would want you all to know about him as a loving father, grandfather, and husband. Much of this might not come as a surprise to anyone who knew him, but I wanted to take a moment to share why my dad was so special to me.

My dad loved his kids - my sisters and me, as well as his grandkids and others who became a part of our family along the way.

He was especially good at charming little kids. When we were very young, he would put on shows for me and my sisters after bathtime - as a parent now, I know that's usually when we want kids to settle down, but my dad found us a captive audience! He would burst into our room wearing a raggedy bowl-cut wig, tell jokes and stories, and get us full of the giggles. And, who wouldn't want to go downstairs on St. Patricks Day to find your dad serving up green orange juice and even greener scrambled eggs? He wowed my friends the mornings after MANY sleepovers, making each girl a pancake in the shape of her first initial - I think the M's were the hardest, but maybe he just told me that so I'd be especially grateful.

Looking back, perhaps he was getting us to all fall in love with him so we wouldn't mind helping him with his never ending gardening tasks. Somehow he always got us and every neighbor kid to participate in year-round competitions.....who can pick up the most rotten crabapples? who can pick up the most sticks out of the yard? And, as we got older, who will be around for the dreaded Family Mulch Day? He was a veritable Pied Piper, charming six year olds into doing the dirty work, laughing along with him as they worked, and feeling a sense of pride in the gorgeous blooms they helped to make possible.

This magical connection with kids only deepened when his grandchildren arrived. Dad-Dad, as he was known for the first years in Callum's life, would do anything for his grandson, including hunting for a lost toy so diligently that he got stuck under the sofa and waited patiently until we all stopped laughing long enough to free him. He proudly welcomed his two granddaughters, Moira and Jane, several years later, and boy do those little girls love their Grandpa or Eepaw, depending on which one you're talking to. Not surprisingly, my dad taught my daughter how to high five at a very early age, and loved to bounce his little round granddaughter on his knee. He even found another raggedy wig that he wore last Thanksgiving to get a giggle out of Moira, who firmly stated, "You don't have hair - you just have a head!"

He had so much love to give to his daughters, he just kept collecting them. My college roommate and best friend, Sam, quickly became daughter number four. Dad and Mom even hosted her for spring break when I was out of the country one year! When she moved to DC after graduation, he decided she needed us as her local family, and Dad never let her down. He supported Sam and her husband Dave during his battle with brain cancer, and led us all in remembering Dave after his passing.

Dad was always my biggest cheerleader, celebrating everything from a winning game to a college acceptance letter to a successful proposal at work. He went above and beyond the call of fatherly duty, and even unofficially officiated at my wedding....his love for me and my partner, Meredith, was easy for everyone to see that day, and continued for the rest of his life. When our daughter fell ill after she was born, he and my mom would visit us at the hospital, helping us keep watch until we knew she would be healthy and strong. Meredith told me that, after a particularly bad night in the PICU, an embrace from him was the first time through the whole ordeal that she felt she could really let go, because she knew he would support her. He did that for so many of us, wrapping us up in his super-big hugs and letting us know how much he really cared.

As I look back, I realize one of the most special gifts he gave us had nothing to do with my sisters or me - he and my mom have a love that serves as an example for all of us. Through trials and tribulations that no one would be able to bear alone, they grew even stronger as one. After their car accident five years ago, my dad became the main caretaker for the first time in their marriage, and championed my mother along as she regained her strength. After his diagnosis earlier this year, I watched as they grew even closer, as impossible as that would seem. I had the pleasure of overhearing many stolen moments -- after a medicine dose, perhaps, or a wheelchair transfer -- when he would just say, "I love you" before the next challenge they would face together. Their marriage of nearly 43 years serves as an example for me of a remarkable partnership. Each was more devoted to the other than they were to themselves, and because of it, they celebrated joys and weathered sorrows with their best friend at their side. I can't think of a better example to guide me and Meredith through the years of our marriage.

It's hard sometimes right now to look past the last few months of my father's life, when cancer kept him from doing the things he loved to do – putter in the garden, fulfill his many volunteer commitments, and worship here at St. James. What never dwindled, though, to the very end, was the love he had for my mom and the rest of our family. When he couldn't get out of bed, he could still give Janey a great high five, and managed to eek out a precious "love you, too" to me the week before he died.

My father faced each day with optimism, keeping his eyes on the horizon and allowing his faith to guide him through the hard and happy times. He never stopped being curious, and always chose to demonstrate kindness and generosity. Without ever directing us to do the same, he led by example and I see the positive impact that he made across our family and his broader community. It is always too soon to lose someone so special, but we are all lucky to have known his unconditional love and support, and will carry that with us as we heal.

oh, boy....where to begin, again.

reading the wonderful blog of a fellow Kenyon grad today, I'm realizing how far away I've gotten from this blog that I have tried to commit to in fits and starts.

But, this process is hard for me. I'm not naturally a very self-reflective person, I've realized. At least, not in ways that I see and admire in others: journaling, regular blogging, setting life goals and plans with annual check-ins! Basically, I am pretty happy if I know my schedule for the week and I've got groceries in the fridge - otherwise, I'm not that pressed to sit down and write or reflect on a regular basis. I'm going to try, but in full disclosure: this entry is all over the dang map.

The major life event that has taken place since I last wrote here (17 months ago) is that my dad died. Two weeks ago. less than 4 months after being diagnosed with aggressive brain cancer. His illness was awful. maybe I'll write about it someday, but right now it's too raw. But, as soon as he was diagnosed, I knew I was going to want to give a eulogy at his funeral. I wasn't sure what I wanted to say, but I knew I was going to want to say something so people could know what he meant to me. I'll post what I said in a separate post, but I have realized that I got a lot out of writing about our relationship and sharing it with others.

Maybe that means I'll be more inspired to write again about my life as a mommy - yup, much to my dismay, Jane labeled me as Mommy, and Mere as Momma. I real bad wanted to be Mama. But, Mommy sounds pretty awesome, too.

Jane is amazing. A firecracker of a kid - willful, strong, and also fun as all get out. She is obsessed with PBS Kids shows, which I know I should feel badly about, but you know what? It means I can catch my breath, get laundry or dinner done, and she's expanded her vocabulary greatly thanks to WordGirl and SuperWhy. If only I could go back in time and make sure she never ever ever saw Caillou. She loves telling knock-knock jokes:
Me: Knock Knock
Jane: knock knock der?
Me: tickle
Jane: (already laughing) tickle who?
Me: tickle bugs!

she also made one up herself:
Jane: knock knock
Me: who's there?
Jane: tag, you're it!

Everyday I feel like I hear a new word from her, or realize she's grown older in the past 24 hours. The last two nights we've gotten back to proper family dinner at the table, and she sits there in a real chair, feeds herself, drank juice out of a big girl cup and only spilled it once, and just sort of hangs out with us. amazing. Bedtime can still be a struggle, but unless something sets her off (like her itchy bug bites last night) she sleeps until I need to wake her up every morning for daycare. My favorite moments of the day are when I pull her (all kind of warm and baby-sweaty) out of her crib, tuck her up on my shoulder, and snuggle in the chair until I can coax her awake. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I just know she loves me.

Now, she's also very two. VERY two. can pitch a fit at the slightest provocation, is really good at ignoring me, and she and all of her daycare colleagues can hit or bite with the best of them. Since my dad got sick, she's either been a tremendous distraction and boost to my spirits, or I find myself on the edge much more quickly. I can tell she was hurting, though, when I was gone a lot at the end, and we seem to be reconnected well now.

and, though this life as a mommy changes daily, it's feeling pretty awesome.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

One year ago...

One year ago....

I was grateful for epidurals.

I was, strangely enough, watching the Today Show.

I was being flipped over every few minutes because the peanut's heartbeat kept slowing down.

I was joking with Meredith who was also exhausted, and had narrowly avoided fainting while watching me get my epidural.

I was exhausted. Falling asleep in between flips and again feeling grateful for the epidural.

One year ago I hadn't met Jane. It seems impossible now, but it's true. We didn't even know if the peanut was a boy, or a girl. Well, Mere says she knew the whole time--definitely channeling her mom, I think, so how appropriate to name the baby after her.

One year ago, that little peanut ended up, excuse the phrasing on this, really shooting out like a cannon--the doctor cried out to Mere, "stand back!" as she caught that flying baby. The peds whisked her away to make sure she didn't inhale the meconium, and we just waited, patiently, in a room that had suddenly gotten VERY quiet. Finally the OB called over to the peds, do we have a boy or a girl over there? they said, "Oh, it's a girl!" Without even seeing her, I looked at Mere and said, "it's our Janey!" Oh the happy tears that started then!

One year ago I didn't really understand the love that mamas can have for their babies. It's pretty amazing. Powerful stuff. And, it makes me hurt so much for mamas around the world who can't stop terrible things that sometimes happen to our babies. That's what I keep thinking about this week as I hear, see, and read about the devastation in Haiti. I keep thinking about mothers who couldn't protect their babies, mothers who died to save their babies, and the mamas and babies who live in this world now without each other. It's awful, and nearly paralyzing. I don't know how one goes on after that.

And, one year ago from today, I had no idea that nine days later I would start to feel that fear, in a very real way, about losing you, my own little Janey love. When they didn't know what was wrong with you, when they didn't know how to fix it, and we just watched you get weaker and weaker, sicker and sicker, and tinier and tinier in a big hospital crib. I was scared to hold you--my own baby, I didn't know how to do it anymore. I barely had figured it out before you got sick, and then all of a sudden there were IV tubes, feeding tubes, monitors in the way. I stopped even recognizing the pain that I still carried around from giving birth to you, and instead could only focus on the pain and fear of losing you. Mere was so much braver about it--sometimes I could barely stand to see what they had to do to test and treat you. I will always be grateful for her holding your hands and looking after you while they did that terrible eye test. I'll be grateful for her for so many different reasons, but that's at the top.

One year ago, I had no idea how mercurial and crazy I could become. I mostly chalk it up to the fact that (twelve months later!) we still don't have you on a solid sleep schedule. but I can be happy and laughing with you one minute, and the next feel like if the other mama doesn't get home soon I might crack from the effort of looking after you. I don't understand how single parents do it. I hate it when I see myself approaching the edge, but know that I can almost always ask for help before I get there. If I could figure out the time and money, I know I'd benefit from talking to a therapist again, but when would that happen? It seems impossible. Right now I just want 2010 to be the year that sleep returns to our lives. Can you help me with that, my dear?

One year ago, I hadn't even had a chance to meet my favorite person. I relished being pregnant, I was anxious to meet my little one, but I had no idea how wonderful you could possibly be. You light up a room, my lovely Jane, and you truly light up my life.

One year ago, I became a mama. And, I love you for that, my Janeybell.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Hello, 2010!

wow, it's been a while since I last posted--sorry about that, all three people who I know of who *might* read this blog. :)

there has been a lot in the last few weeks--Janey's first Christmas, tons of work, sickness at our house, time with friends, and Janey milestones. Milestones first:
  • we are now up to at least 8 teeth--good gracious! looks like she might have some molars coming in, too.
  • WALKING! Yup, Janey took her first, tentative steps on January 2, 2010. She was holding on to Aunt Rach and went off on her own for a few steps before landing hard on her tush. Luckily, almost the whole family was there to see it! (grandma and grandpa missed it by minutes) she's taken maybe a grand total of 6 steps since then, but I'm sure we'll be running after her soon.
  • sleeping through the night again, for two nights, after a couple of weeks turned upside down by fevers, ear infections, teething, and holiday celebrations.
  • blowing kisses. Yup, I picked her up from daycare yesterday, and, totally unprompted, she blew kisses goodbye as we left, again with the "mwah!" sound effect! Mere and I had been trying to get her to do it, with no luck...I guess she just wanted to wait until it was contextually appropriate!

I'm sure there are others, but I can't remember them right now.

Sadly, what is still with me--can't quite shake it--is the fear we felt when Jane woke up with a 104+ degree fever a week and a half ago. It was almost a direct repeat of when she got sick right after being born--Mere even said the same exact words as when she thought she was feverish last January. BUT, and this is the thing to focus on, when we called the pediatrician, they were not worried at all. After some doses of motrin and tylenol, Jane was better. even better after the doc eventually diagnosed the ear infection, but dear god those early morning minutes were stressful. Made me happy that all Jane wanted to do was curl up against me and sleep, sweating through her jammies and mine, until she was ready to wake 4 hours later. I know I will eventually stop immediately going to panic mode when she gets sick, but I'm not sure when that will be.

okay, that's all we've got time for today--hopefully back soon.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

newest cool Janey stuff...

cool new stuff from jane:

1. She loves to call for Duke, the cat. She LOVES the cats. Can't get enough of them. They hate her petting (aka grabbing) but she loves them. if you ask her to help call for Duke she sings out a sweet little "dooo?" over and over again. One day last week he meowed outside her door when she was waking up, and I heard her over the monitor, "doo?"

2. Looks like a 4th tooth is coming in!

3. She's standing on her own for a few seconds at a time these days. And, loves to walk assisted.

4. Still loving the itsy bitsy spider, and she's getting even better at the hand motions!

5. this morning she was doing the cutest thing. We have this adorable little stuffed rag doll kitty that Sarah sent, and Jane is becoming more and more enamored. This morning I was playing with her, and cuddled the kitty to me. She reached out, I gave it to her, and she mimicked the cuddling! She loved that game.

6. She says no, all the time! When she means no, she says no. When she means yes, she says no. When she means blablabla, she says no. And, really cute singsong voice. love it.

7. she's trying to mimic the words "thank you." dear god, I hope I have a polite child!!

that's it for now. Feeling in a very I-Love-Janey mood today. she's great.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

First day of December...

how is it even possible? Just 6 short weeks until we celebrate a full year of Janey. it's nearly impossible to believe. But, enough of that--I'm in denial that my little one is so close to one. Here's what we've been up to:

Janey's first thanksgiving! As expected, Janey *thrived* with all of the love and attention from Ted, Maggie, Amy and Tammy--maybe too much: she turned into an insomniac and was up much of the night both nights. Some teeth coming in, unusual environment, napping schedule off-kilter....everything came together for a perfect storm of limited sleep. But, it was great to be with the family. Uncle Ted seemed particularly charmed by Miss Jane--must find more frequent opportunities to get together with the Roanoke clan. We're already talking the next visit with the Michiganders. what a wonderful addition to our life they are!

Janey seemed nonplussed by much of the Thanksgiving food--I think her teeth were keeping her from eating well, but she did love gravy! (but really, who doesn't??)

Back home by around 4:30 on Saturday, and Sunday was full of church, errands, and nice hang out with Auntie Sam. We're now in the midst of trying to prep for Janey's dedication (UU approach to baptism) on Sunday, followed by a casual lunch at our know, for EIGHTEEN! crazy, but fun. I have some crazy work stuff this week, which means Mere is on the hook for nighttime duty, but she's stepped up as usual.

I think I see our next milestone in sight: walking. Janey has been doing more unassisted standing, and she's ready to keep moving. gah. she just keeps getting faster! And, cuter. It seems impossible, but true.

We are headed to the white house on Thursday for the Christmas tree lighting ceremony (hooray!), and NYC next weekend to hang with Isa, Kevin, Sarah, Donovan, et al, and see Rockefeller Center and perhaps Santa Land. can't wait.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Ruminations on juggling it all...

so, I'm pretty sure my harpyness (?) is directly correlated to sleep deprivation and work overload. Not a shocking observation, but I came to the conclusion last night that I just need to take a deep breath before reacting in exasperation. Am I really annoyed with the person I'm about to snap at? (usually, sadly for her, Meredith) Or, am I just annoyed or overtired in general? Hoping to rein in the unnecessary crankiness. Mere asked if I thought I needed to go see a therapist. I'm not opposed to the idea of therapy (good thing, since it's one of my prospective long term career goals!) I just don't know that I need it right now. What I need is a baby who sleeps, and some relief at work at times....last week I was logging on from work every night, sometimes until midnight. I know that's a regular occurence for some folks, but not for me, and, frankly, I don't get paid enough for it to be a regular occurence for me. So, needless to say, I'm feeling much better this week. Only two meetings on my calendar, and I am knocking stuff off my to-do list like it's going out of style. And, today's already the last day of the work week.

Can't wait to see Janey at her first thanksgiving tomorrow! happy turkey day to all.