Three Magic Wishes
This morning I woke up from a dream, the kind of dream that you just know is a mirror of real life. Anais Nin said once that “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect,” and often my dreams are a third taste. In this morning’s dream I walked around the house stuffing Nathaniel’s and Serena’s things into their suitcases and warmed a cup of coffee. It was almost time to go. Serena and I looked at each another through the tears in our eyes. “Do we really have to go back, Mama?” she asked. I didn’t have an answer. It was a dream, not real. I knew the dream’s next scene would have an airport in it, a flight, a departure. But I had something important to tell them, something they needed to take with them on their journey. But what? I wept, not liking this play I was in where I knew the plot but not the lines.
We had a good visit last month, Nathaniel and Serena and I. Good? No, it was a wonderful visit, with green ferny hikes and cool rocky beaches and blueberries, lots of blueberries. We picked 18 pounds of blueberries; enough to last a year, I thought, but six-footer Nathaniel has an insatiable appetite now, a hollow leg as my dad used to call it, and our two hours’ labor was gone in a few days. Five-year-old Eric couldn’t make the cross-country journey with his brother and sister this time but they brought his mighty spirit with them.
Before Nathaniel and Serena stepped off the plane here in Seattle, I had a plan. I would grant myself three magic wishes. One wish was to practice what it felt like to be a different kind of mother from the one I had always been. This new mother allowed her children to stay up as late as they wanted to at night. Meals were haphazard and no one minded. There was lots of laughter. This new mother stepped back, let go, and trusted. This new mother reveled in each moment of being with two of the people she most loves. First wish, check.
My second wish was to show the children my world. By seeing where I live and the things I love, they could see the person I have become. We hiked shady forested trails, stood on the dock watching the sun sink into the purples and dusky blues of the bay, vied to beat one another’s Wii Sports scores, and sprawled on my robin’s egg blue sofa talking about anything that came to mind. Second wish, check.
In fairy tales, the third wish is always the most magic wish, the one that’s the crux of the story. My third wish for this visit was for Nathaniel and Serena to feel that I am still there for them, only in a different way. I wanted them to feel loved. Last year when I first left Pennsylvania, it felt like our parent-child relationship had moved to another country, one where we didn’t yet know the language or the customs and everything was unfamiliar. We had to create our own language as we went along, step by step, and the first few months weren’t easy for any of us. The brushes and paints of our past were familiar but our relationship was now an empty canvas waiting to be filled with color. Serena claimed the studio I work in as her sleeping place. Old silk saris in turquoise, purple, and bright green line the walls and sloped ceiling and you can clearly hear the wind chimes hanging just outside. The first night we climbed the little ladder to the second floor together and talked before she fell asleep underneath the multicolored silk sky. “I love you,” I said, her golden brown eyes shining, “I’m so happy you’re here.” So many of my over-the-phone I-love-yous became lost in the 3000 miles between us this past year. After our words slowed and her eyes grew heavy, we hugged and I kissed her and turned off the light, descending the ladder again to the living room where Nathaniel sat, his face lit from underneath by the glow of his laptop.
Thirteen-year-old Nathaniel towers over me now, like a giant man-boy unsure of his place in the world, in the family. One night nothing seemed right. He wanted something but stayed silent, petulant. If he had been smaller I would have taken him on my lap. “May I hug you”? I felt a little shy asking; when I was growing up hugs were infrequent and awkward and I felt that legacy now. His face lit up and his grin lost its teenager shyness. I wrapped my arms around his lanky frame and buried my nose into his neck, smelling the soft spot there that I always loved. His silence came unbound and we talked into the night.
Nathaniel and I have always been alike; we share coloring, tastes, and sensitivities. Learning to understand him as a toddler helped me to understand myself. For years I read his feelings with a glance, and he seemed relieved that my innate understanding of him meant he didn’t have to explain himself. I thought that’s what motherhood was, crawling into one another’s hearts. When I left Pennsylvania last year I could feel him trying to reach me. I feared he thought I was abandoning him. But I know he’s learning his way around this foreign country.
Nathaniel instant messages me daily and we’re connected on Facebook and Skype. I feel him reaching toward me often, like he is two years old again and sits in the afternoon embrace of my lap, his sturdy little back snugged tight against my belly, my breath fluttering the white-blond hairs at the top of his head. I tell him now that I can’t be everything for him, that no one can. That he can bear the burden of his emotions himself, that he is strong and capable. I hope he believes it one day.
Serena, on the other hand, is finding her wings. The children phoned me the other day as I was leaving the movie theater, and I spoke to Serena, Eric, and Nathaniel while I squinted in the sudden sunlight. Serena had made new friends at school. Eric rode the bus that day. Nathaniel had a sore throat. Serena came back on the phone after her turn. “I forgot to tell you! I’m auditioning for the chorus!” and then, “I love you, Mama.” Her words, my third wish, crossed the 3000 miles between us and lodged in my heart.
4 replies on “Three Magic Wishes”
This is so beautiful, Karen. I’m tearing up this morning as I sit here reading your words and feeling the love between you and your wonderful children.
You express yourself as a writer so well. I find it hard to put myself in your shoes though. As I read, I keep asking myself, “How can you do this?” You obviously have a good sense of your self and of your needs. I wish you and your family well.
This is definitely a very touchy writing , I really think Karen is much more than brilliant as far as expressing her thoughts are concerned .
The only think that I dont understand why is she she trying to convince readers that she has done her best for her kids by abandoning them .
u are doing the best for you & u only .U have forced ur kids to accept it or not it does not matter to u .
And the three wishes u talk about , I dont think it matters to u at all . And ur third wish thats not realistic u want them to tell the whole world & themselves that they are so happy that their mother loves them so much that she does not want to be with them .
u see them once or less in an yr , & ur conatct is only by text messages or facebook ,& u want them feel u r there for them .
I know I am too bad in writing or rather pathetic but when I went through ur articles I needed to comment & I am pretty sure a writer as busy like u would hardly get to read my miserable comments or have any intrests in replying me.
I want to tell u that u know u are extreamly happy in ur decison to be away from ur kids , then why u pretend to be hurt ,suffering & as if in pain ? .
u think they are coping well because they are doing good in school ???? well even kids who dont have any parent dont always appear sad & can still have a good carrear despite their constant pain.
In ur case they are struggling internally but have no choice other than accept it .They know they can never make u change ur decison no matter what they have to go through .
The only ones who should be in pain are ur kids & not u because u made that decison for pursuing ur happiness .
Pls stop pretending & enjoy ur great life .
Harsh judgments when in reality we only get a small glimpse of what Karen wishes to share. Your interpretation is yours alone. None of us know the complexities of their relationships or the growth or harm that is caused by it.
As with all relationships there will be some of both, but hurt often leads to growth. It is possible Karen choices may have positive effects in her kids life. Most people would be tortured and torn to some degree in Karen situation – so for you to tell her she is “extreamly” happy is well out of order!
No doubt your opinions are a reflection of your own life – perhaps you should look inside and find out who you are really angry at and address that.
Lets hope you meant “enjoy ur great life”
Karen I sincerely wish you and your kids peace and wonderful lives.
Martha u r right my opinions are reflection of my understanding which is not different than a normal human being & most probably her faimly members who are affected by her decisons are normal human being too.
and I really meant “enjoy ur great life ”