IRCC judges are going to pick someone else to win the grand prize today. Iâm not certain when my mom will come next, but when she does, Iâm going to make sure that my room is the best and most interesting place sheâs ever seen. Sheâs going to be amazedâjust like the judges of the IRCC.
NOW
between paper and pen
My aunt Joanna taps on the bedroom door. âIâm going into town for an hour or so. Do you want to come with? You might find a treasure at a post-Christmas sale to bring back to the kids.â Sheâs right. Iâll need to bring something back to Bella and Dominic. But I canât focus on that right now.
âI think Iâll stay here,â I say.
âYou doing okay?â
âYeah. So-so.â
âItâs just hard, isnât it? Thereâs not a lot we can do, except be here with her.â
I nod. âIâd feel better just staying here.â She smiles in a way that tells me she understands. I watch from the upstairs window as she starts the car and drives down the gravel road.
Iâm glad for time alone. Itâs deeply wired in me. The long stretches of time that I spent in my room as a young girl balanced me. In my room, the world felt small and manageable. Whenever the shouting between my dad and brothers escalated, I had a place to hide. And when Eden and Jamie fought after school (which seemed like every day), the pitch of Edenâs piercing screams kept me in my room where I was safe. Jamie always preyed on Eden in the absence of adult supervision until he cried out âMercy.â I felt sorry for Eden but I didnât know how to protect him.
As a mother now, I struggle to find a similar kind of solitudeâand I desperately need it. Iâd be more balanced, more patient, less stressed out with my children and husband if I gave myself a time-out in a room of my own. But I canât just say, âHey kids, I need to go spend a couple hoursâor a dayâalone in my room.â
Whenever I can, I steal stretches of time to be by myself. When my children were younger, Iâd sometimes strap them into their car seats at night and drive until I could hear the silence of them sleeping. If they didnât fall asleep right away, Iâd turn up the radio to quell the anger percolating inside me. I was tired and desperate for time to think, to be, to breathe by myself for a minute. In those moments, I couldnât help but resent my mom even more, imagining her driving off alone to wherever she wanted to travel after she left us, never having to think twice about anyone but herself.
Before I left home to come here to Olympia, I came across notes Iâd scrawled in journals. These were thoughts that I intended to keep to myself.
Mom,
There are times I wish I could flee too. Even when the kids are their worst, I do not strike them. I never will. As I carried Dominicâs tired and angry body up the stairs tonight, I felt the heaviness of love. This is the burden I choose. You know, Mom, you did not do the same. You leftâyou took the easy road out. I wish I could trust you. Sometimes I wish I had that momâsomeone I could have curled up next to and felt completely safe.
Now, finally alone in the upstairs office bedroom, I sit and pull open the bottom drawer of my momâs metal filing cabinet. Inside a manila folder, I discover a colored-pencil drawing that is without a doubt my brother Jamieâs work. It is an intricately drawn fish, a marlin I believe, with the word âMOMâ woven into its black and blue scales. Jamie is the artistic one; heâs never been able to stop drawing. Thatâs what he did on the borders of his seventh-grade math homework papers instead of solving the problems and on every small scrap of paper he found in the house. The backs of the PG&E bills and the phone bills were covered with red-and-black ink-pen drawings. He even drew on the unfinished Sheetrock in his
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