We don’t say his name a lot, my husband and I. We talk about him a great deal, but we call
him ‘macho baby’, as we did while I was pregnant with him. He never really got to be Xander - that
crying baby, that toddler wobbly on his feet, that little boy off to school,
that teenager in love or that adult making foolish and wise decisions. He never got to do fun, silly and normal
stuff with his family. And sometimes it
just hits me, the weight of all that never was.
I’m playing with Barney, or out with Jim, or working, or washing up… and
out of nowhere, it hits. My fun, silly,
normal life is rocked by the absence of him.
I’ve written before about how I love my boys
differently. Barney will always be part
of me, but he’s also his own person. He’s stubborn, and funny, and cheeky, and
fearless. He’ll change over time too,
and become a whole host of other things.
But my other boy… well, he was only ever alive when he was part of
me. When he was our macho baby. And so he remains.
I’ve told Jim that when I die, I want to be mixed with my
first boy’s ashes, and scattered somewhere.
I don’t believe in a god, or an afterlife, so it feels right that we’d
be reunited physically, be part of one another like we once were. Lately I’ve been reminded of this by these
beautiful lyrics from ‘Fade Into You’, as sung by Claire Bowen and Sam Palladio
in Nashville:
‘If I was just ashes and you were the ground
And under your willow
they laid me down
There’ll be no trace
that one was once two
After I fade into
you.’
Right now I am happy.
I am no longer filled with thoughts of being with my macho baby now, as
I once was. I want to live a fun, silly,
normal life with the family I have here with me. But
one day, when my life is done, I will fade into my lovely first boy again, and
we will be how we were when he lived. Together. And that makes me happy too.
"There’s that missing one. You know. That cardboard cut-out, that silhouette."
ReplyDelete^^^absolutely this.
What a beautiful post Nic, made me smile and brought me to tears at the same. x
That brings tears to my eyes. I can relate on many levels xxxxx
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