It usually takes a lot to get me to cry, but the last few days I have been tearing up at the drop of a hat. I have spent a LOT of the last 24 hours crying my head off. Last night, I cried more desperately than I think I ever have in my life. It was like someone had died. I am talking laying on the floor, literally pounding my fists and wailing. It was draining. I am still exhausted.
Why am I crying so much? Well, because of my family. Every time I think about what a religious vocation means for my relationship with my family, the tears start. I did not realize how fiercely I loved them until I thought about how my contact with them will be so far cut down if I am called to religious life.
In my head, I know that if God is calling me to the religious life, he will give me such joy and grace that I will be able to deal with being away from my parents and siblings. Right now though, my heart hurts so much. I feel like a sad, scared little girl and I want my Mom and Dad so much.
Yesterday, my Mom sent me an e-mail and in it she said, "The thing I want most for my children is happiness." I read it at work and immediately started crying. I'm crying now, just typing it. Today I sent my parents a really long e-mail that would leave no doubt in their minds that I am seriously discerning the religious life. I mean, they knew this before, but this felt like the definitive occasion of telling them. I was so scared while I waited for my Mom to read that e-mail and call me.
When she did call, she was so wonderful. She is not Catholic, and she has a hard time understanding my faith. She is never going to be truly happy about this decision for herself, but she will be glad of it for me if this is what I joyfully choose. She said again, "Your father and I love you, and we want you to do whatever will bring you the most happiness. Don't worry about is, don't worry about giving us grandkids, don't worry about taking care of us when we get older." She said she was worried about me because I seem very confused and sad (both true) but that whatever I chose to do, she and my Dad would support me.
Oh my goodness, I am bawling again. I can hardly see the screen. This is so difficult. I feel like I am going to pieces.