Seven years with Rose

There is a curious thing about getting to know a person. We often think of it as a linear process, a step towards them, slowly getting closer. More truth, more unfolding of their history, more revealing of their self.

Maybe this is true for the first year, but after that… There’s change and flux it’s hard to account for. It’s not like getting to know a book. It’s more like getting to know a river. Some seasons flooded, others maybe dry. Riverbed changing course. Unless you understand the changes, you don’t really understand the river, only a snap-shot of it. How the river was at that moment, in that time. It’s real but it’s limited.

Rose is still who she was 7 years ago when we first met. Her passion for adventure, creativity, love of children, and zest for life remain, like flags flying high. They are the heart of who she is, whatever darkness, chaos, or pain storms through her life.

She’s also changed so much, shifted course in ways I hoped for and others I couldn’t have predicted. I find, seven years in, that I’m still surprised, sometimes confused, or delighted by the process of unfolding, growing. She’s different because life has happened – birth, death, loss, wins. Different because she knows me, and in seven years we’ve woven each other into the heart of our worlds, which has changed us both. Knowing her remains a principle rather than a goal I can achieve, a process of listening and asking, holding lightly to my memories of who she was last year, last month, giving her space to keep changing. It’s surprisingly hard to do. But so astonishingly rewarding.

It’s easy at the start, before you’ve let each other down. It’s much harder when pain dims everything and you’re both stumbling through how to heal wounds you didn’t mean to inflict. And yet, I sometimes wish I could show her to you in those moments. Because the things I can easily tell you about – her bright spirit, her beautiful smile, her amazing crafty arty skills, they are things everyone can see. Everyone who knows Rose has seen her amazing capacity to care for children, her wonderful adventures. Few have seen her courage to face down her own demons, to confront terrors, learn hard truths, accept losses, and take charge of her life. Her trauma therapy has been a full time job and her incredible bravery and willingness to dive into the most awful experiences imaginable in order to deal with their impact on her life and family is frankly inspiring. Watching her fumble through painful conversations to find the magic to unlock hope and connection makes me love her far more than the qualities any idiot can see. Her devotion to our family is spectacular and we would be devastated without her. In the incredibly dark times we’ve faced of death, loss, and serious illness, her humor and tenderness remain like bright jewels. Like stars, they shine only brighter.

She is a tree, savagely scarred, very beautiful, providing shelter. Her roots were once shallow but sink deeper each year. Watching her soothe our crying child, create magic learning spaces for friend’s kids, and wrestle to really hear someone who’s hurting because of her in some way – her integrity, and quiet strength are foundations of our family, the timber of the boat we sail in. I am blessed to love her.

2 thoughts on “Seven years with Rose

  1. Sarah, with uncanny consistency, you often write about something that deeply resonates with a personal experience…. relationships, change, acceptance, growth, love…. and negotiating all of these is something I’m exploring in therapy…. thank you for your sharing and wisdom

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