I know the hoop is 10 feet from the ground to the top of the
rim. I know the backboard is 72 inches wide by 42 inches high. I know the
diameter of the hoop is 18 inches. I know what it means to be in the paint. I know what box out means. I know what a full court press is. Why do I know all of this? Because I’ve watched
him play this game that he loves so much, a million times over the years. It’s years of watching, learning, praying, wishing and sitting on the sidelines being his biggest fan. It's also years of me playing one on one with him in the driveway. It seems those days are long gone now along with everything else.
It was my choice to leave my husband. On the surface, that
would appear to be the true story. But the reality of it is, he left me years ago and my heart
simply couldn't take being in a relationship where I wasn’t valued, where I didn't feel loved or respected. A place where loneliness filled every inch of
that house we shared. It became a toxic environment for me and for Mattie. And
because I chose to leave, to try and get healthy, to try and gain back whatever
sense of myself I could, I lost my son. Or at least that’s how it feels.
I am told by my friends who have grown children with
children of their own, that everything Mattie is doing is normal and should be
expected. He will never need me in the same way again. Hearing that was like a
punch to the gut that nearly knocked the wind out of me. I always knew in
my heart that we raise our kids to become productive, self-sufficient adults
who go out into the world and live their own lives. It’s our job. It’s the
natural order of things. But this wasn’t the time. 3 months ago he was living
his life, having a girlfriend, working, going to school, going to the gym, but
he was also coming home to me, to his bedroom, to his things. He came home for dinner, for sleep, to shoot hoops. He
hugged me almost every day. I feel lost without those things and my heart is
broken. I know his attitude towards me and his lack of interest in my needs is
not intentional and I know he loves and cares for me. I also know it’s not his
job to take care of me or be overly concerned about my wellbeing but he always told
me “no matter what mom, we will always be the Two Muskateers”. I guess even
that has its limits. And maybe it should. Maybe that's the natural order too.
Maybe this has very little to do with Mattie and so much more
to do with how useless I feel. My whole life was wrapped up in him. Every
choice, every decision I ever made in the past 19 years has been for him,
because of him. I tried to be the best mom I could be. I’m sure there were
times I failed but I always put him first. I always tried. Always. Because I love him that
much. And in the blink of an eye, it’s all taken away. My whole identity has
been him and although I wouldn’t trade it for the world, I don’t really know
who I am without him. Is that fair? No of course not. And that is my cross to bear. Along with every other decision I've made recently. But I know this too shall pass. All of it, in time.
I’ve been through a lot in the past few months. My whole
world has been turned upside down and all I wanted was for him to be there. To
be present. To let me know that he was still there, still my Mattie. But that
was probably asking too much of him. I guess he was going through his own stuff
too. Maybe I need to just move on, maybe move to Florida and start over, start
living my own life. Find a job, find love, find myself again, find the me that doesn’t
need to intertwine my life so much with his. I know I need to find my bliss just like my
mom always used to say. Maybe one day, he will need me again. For something. Anything.
Maybe one day he will even want to shoot hoops with me again.