Sunday, February 21, 2010

Happy Valooms Time

I used to hate Valentine's Day.  I used to dread it.  I remember eyeing women carrying excessive bouquets, or teddy bears, or both, going home on the London tube during my trying-to-be-an-actress-temping days, and hating the vulgarity of the celebration at the same time as wishing the vulgarities could be heaped upon me.  I remember walking up and down Camberwell Grove one particularly dark Valentine's Day night, the vast, leafless plane trees dripping rain, just to get out, because the street was better than being inside with the howling loneliness that assailed me.

I have never passed a comfortable Valentine's Day.  Never, that is, until now.  And this was surprising, given the unlikelihood of its being a cheery day, being so very near to the first anniversary of the Bim moving out.  And given that, in all the years I have known the Bim, this was the first year he did not send me a card.

But this was a mark of great progress!  A card would have been inappropriate.  A card was inappropriate on each of those Valentine Days he proclaimed his love for me and as it turned out was placing his real feelings elsewhere.  Nearer to some woman whose name began with 'S'.  (They all began with 'S', indeed two of them shared the same name.  I like this little, meaningless detail.  It amuses me, in a not very amusing kind of way).

Even last year, only eight days after the last woman whose name begins with 'S' handed me the letter outside my house which would change my life forever (God, I sound like the soap opera I felt myself to be in at the time), even then, the Bim gave me a card.  It was red and gold and not very nice (he never did get the kind of cards I liked) but it was written from the heart, full of contrition come too late.  I kept it.  It's in my wardrobe.  Not because I felt romantic about it but because it was the closest he came in those early days to an apology and that meant something to me.

So I wondered what would happen this year.  I was aware that something was going to happen, stage-managed by the Bim over several school nights in elaborate stage-whispers between himself and Anna-Mouse.  I feigned nonchalant unawareness as a present was smuggled from the Bim to her one evening, and  prayed that whatever it was would be given as if entirely from her.   When it turned out to be so I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, and I didn't even have to wait until Valentine's Day itself to find that out, because after a heroic effort to keep her mouth shut, Anna-Mouse begged me to let her show me the present stashed underneath her bed, at the same time as swearing the said showing to secrecy from Daddy. 

Therefore on the day itself I received for the second time a milk chocolate heart engraved with the words I love you Mummy xxxx and a wonderful, hand-made card (featured) wishing me a Happy Valooms Time.   And, as I say, nothing from the Bim.  Only I knew what self-control and not a little growing-up it took for him not to write me a card.  I knew that it meant he had come really quite a long way.  I knew that he understood that, however much he wanted to send me a card, no doubt repeating his sentiments of last year, it would pain me far more than please.

And this year's Valooms Time, this day of symbols, for me too marked a change.  It showed me to myself in a new light.  I examined my heart and found that it was not wanting.  Literally not wanting.  I am often sad at the turn life took this time last year, often so sad I have to weep, but I seem to be emerging intact.  I did not spend February 14th longing for a man to complete me, as I have longed so often in the past. 

If I am honest I know that too much of my heart is still bound up with my past promises to the Bim, and so I am waiting, simply waiting, for time and my own best thoughts to extricate those parts of myself from those potent vows.  Because we have the wondrous Anna-Mouse in our lives, I know that many of them will exist as a contract between myself and the Bim forever - but in a contract between loving parents, now, not lovers.

Someone said to me soon after the Bim went Isn't it exciting, you have yet to meet your life partner!  I was astonished: then, as now, I can't quite encompass that thought.  I thought the Bim was my life partner.  I thought that that was it.  As it turns out, he is my life-friend. 

Occasionally, when all is quiet, when midnight has passed and we have entered the twilight hours, I allow myself to try on the idea of a new partner for size.  Unsurprisingly, I find the idea doesn't fit, that I fidget at the seams and pull at the neck for breathing space, like a child.  I find, then, that I am content with waiting.  To grow into the idea, or by-pass it altogether, who knows. 

Do I feel lonely?  No.  Do I feel alone?  Yes.  Sometimes I feel very alone.  But they are not the same things.  And now that I understand that I am not ready to share myself with anyone again, possibly for a long time, I am beginning to like this waiting time.  It's a clear, honest, almost translucent thing, waiting to be wholly Liv again.

5 comments:

Mud in the City said...

My heart goes out to you Livvy. I can't imagine the strength you display to riase your beautiful daughter and maintain your civil relationship with the BIM for her sake.
Happy Valooms to you to!
x

Sharon Lippincott said...

How funny to read this post from tomorrow there while it's still today here (in Pennsylvania, USA). It's like a tiny porthole into the future.

What an eloquent account of a tough time for you. Stories of growth and self-discovery always tug at my heart in the nicest way, especially when they are so touching written and full of Truth.

BTW, I've added a link to your blog on mine too. Thanks.

Sharon
http://heartandcraft.blogspot.com

http://reluctantmemsahib.wordpress.com said...

'I find the idea doesn't fit, that I fidget at the seams and pull at the neck for breathing space, like a child' ... what wonderful writing; i could feel that. And I loved the valoom's card; perfect. and i so empathize with the clear difference between being lonely and being alone x

Shiny said...

Oh, what a beautiful card, you lucky thing! I am a bit of a non-believer in the whole Valoom's Day thing, but with cards like that, it's perfect.

And wow, what a journey you're having. I hope it continues to get better and better.

xx

The Barefaced Poet said...

happy valooms time!
I love it! :0) Anna mouse has the makings of a poet!