Dear March, Come In!


by Sarah Paulson @ creative commons flickrOh, March.

How lovely you are with your red-faced maples and daffodils.  But, March, forgive me – for far too many years, I have longed to skip right over you and wake up on the other side of June. For nearly two decades, I sought out ways to numb myself against your serrated edges, edges which sawed into my mother-marrow.

But not this year, March.

This year, I say to you: Dear March, come in!  Give me your hat and have a seat – I have so much to tell!  I feel safe enough to sit here with you until these fears melt away and I am left with nothing but your goodness, March.  We are going to sit here by the river and unpack this bag of stones called adoption together.

Blessings and welcome, dear March –

M.

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Dear March, come in!

How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat–
You must have walked–
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell!

I got your letter, and the birds’;
The maples never knew
That you were coming,–I declare,
How red their faces grew!
But, March, forgive me–
And all those hills
You left for me to hue;
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.

Who knocks? That April!
Lock the door!
I will not be pursued!
He stayed away a year, to call
When I am occupied.
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come,
That blame is just as dear as praise
And praise as mere as blame.

Emily Dickinson, “Dear March, come in!

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3 thoughts on “Dear March, Come In!

  1. How I love Emily Dickinson! And how I love the mental image of sitting until the fears melt away. We have been running and hiding from these painful emotions for too long. It is time to unpack indeed.
    (((Melynda)))

    • If you haven’t read the book, “Radical Acceptance” by Dr. Tara Brach yet, you should. There is *SO* much in there to help us first mothers learn to live with the ambiguous loss of our children. So much.

  2. My daughter’s Birthday is also in March–I’m still stuck at the wanting to just skip through it phase, Although, there are indicators that I may get through it a bit easier than previous years, or maybe I’m just white knuckling it this time, I don’t know. Thank you M.

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