Conviction

You might never have known what she’s been through when you see her in your weekly yoga class, arriving on time every Tuesday, appearing, as she consistently does, to be so well put-together, a tall pretty blonde, donning the Lululemon yoga pants and corresponding black lycra jacket favored by stay-at-home moms and PTA presidents, freshly pedicured, a mother with the means to work out (and maybe work, depending on whether she prefers hiring a nanny to take the children to the zoo and Music Together classes or taking them to the park herself, but definitely with the seniority and flexibility to take them to the pediatrician when the cough lingers too many days or the fever spikes too high); no, you might not expect, based on her warm smile and the sturdy, effortless look of her Warrior II, that she had grown up with loving parents but ones with a strong German penchant for stoicism, an inflexible puritan work ethic and demand for perfection, that she had been directed her entire life, when facing grief, sadness, anger, or fear to go into her room and come out when she could be a good girl again, a childhood that would render her unprepared for the maelstrom of emotion she would experience by being widowed at the age of 39 when her husband committed suicide by jumping from a parking structure, the classic stock broker’s death on a gorgeous fall day following Black Friday, leaving her with two young sons, ages 6 and 8, and the monumental task of parenting them as a single mother while grieving her own loss, and that it takes every ounce of her concentration to hold the stance, grounded in her feet, steady in her legs, arms outstretched and parallel to the ground, eyes resting just past her outstretched fingers, inhaling and exhaling and trembling, repeating the mantra to herself, “I can do this, I can do this.”

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Wishing you light and strength on your healing path. And resolve.

One thought on “Conviction

  1. Hi Charlotte,

    As usual, when I read Sushi Tuesdays, it takes me back to that time and reminds me how hard it is to stay strong and positive in the face of adversity. I live my life knowing Rod”s cancer will probably rear it’s ugly head and hopefully we can play ‘whack a mole’ and continue to cut it out. You are so inspiring with your words..Know that you give strength to many people.

    How lucky you are to have found love twice. See, Good things do happen to good people!

    On Tue, Apr 18, 2017 at 8:01 AM, sushi tuesdays wrote:

    > Charlotte posted: “You might never have known what she’s been through when > you see her in your weekly yoga class, arriving on time every Tuesday, > appearing, as she consistently does, to be so well put-together, a tall > pretty blonde, donning the Lululemon yoga pants and corr” >

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