No Payoff

This Saturday morning I awoke early. The day that I had thought about for 18 years had come: My youngest son went off to college. Not by himself, I followed him up to the school he will be attending. His father also went.

This day was not as I had imagined all those years ago. To say it was bitter-sweet is trite. As a family we did everything that we were suppose to do: Checked in, arranged my son’s dorm room, got his student ID, and parking decal. But there was a huge, wheezing pacaderm in the room with us and it followed us around campus. As I’ve mentioned in an earlier writing, I am going through a divorce. The tone of the whole day was shadowed by my marriages demise, even though it was a sunny, late summer day.

When we took our older two sons to college, those days were much more like celebrations. Sad yes, a little- okay, a lot with the second one. The oldest son had such bright hopes and an attitude to match. We knew he would do great things and when he made the dean’s list the first year, we were confident he would finish well.  I’ll just say that he did finish. Junior year of college was a challenge for us all, to say the least.

Sending our second son off to college was harder. We knew what expect. We were broken in. He was a prepared, confident, bright young man who knew what he wanted to do. I remember hugging him good-bye and hearing a heart-wrenching intake of breath. He was crying. I started to cry and did so all the way back home; it was a four hour trip.

 Today was just odd, different, though I tried and his father tried to behave as normally as possible for the sake of our son. The initial tension between my soon-to-be ex and I relaxed after the first tasks were completed. Conversation became easier. I found myself making jokes. My son and his father laughed.

On the ride back home, a thought struck me. For the better part of our 29 year marriage,  my biggest goal, desire had always been to make my husband laugh. The first night that I met him I wanted to feed him (he’s 6′ 1″ and at the time only 165 pounds), iron his shirts, and make him laugh. For the first 28 years, I seemed to do a really good job of all three. The 29th year, yeesh!

So, today, when I’d say something and he would laugh there was no payoff for me.  My goal wasn’t to make him smile or chuckle. It was unconscious to say something funny,  just part of who I am. Why he laughed, who knows? Habit? Trying to be pleasant? I guess what I’m saying is that over the course of a years seperation, I’ve learned that my self-worth is not and should not be found in making someone else happy. Not solely. Yes, supply a happy homelife,  possess a pleasant demeanor, but don’t wrap yourself up in the payoff that one day might not be there.

Here’s where I have my self-worth; I am closer to God now than I have ever been in my whole life. He is the only one I try to please. People are fickle,  contrary. God alone is constant. He is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Pleasing Him is my goal.  I have a feeling that He laughs at me quite a bit and there’s a payoff worth striving for.

Convocation at Mississippi College this afternoon
Convocation at Mississippi College this afternoon

2 thoughts on “No Payoff

  1. Oh dear one…I feel your pain truly. It is so hard to find a whole new “normal” when divorce is in the picture. Bravo for getting it together with your almost ex for your son’s sake. That is hard and SO important! I have watched you be brave and learn to truly value and care for yourself and am so very PROUD of you! Trust me…God doesn’t laugh at you at all…He smiles every time he even thinks of you and when He laughs…it’s WITH you! You are His Treasured Daughter and He IS pleased with you. You don’t have to earn it. In fact, there is nothing you can do to make Him stop loving you and being pleased with you. You are His Precious Cherished one. Always. Rest in that and keep on taking good care of yourself. You are a great Mom and have raised very strong loving sons brilliantly!
    Hey–if you ever need a get-away, I have plenty of room and the beach is only 20 minutes east of my house. Love to have you come here to breathe for a while any time. Love you tons, Mandy.
    Praying for you! Hugs-Paula

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s