The NeverEnding Story–In Which We Build a Tradition

My Dearest Lily June,

While you’re napping, I’ll have to try and get this all down quickly. The story begins darkly, so please, have the patience to wait for the light.


Once upon a time, about a year ago last August, I was coming off of one of the hardest summers of my life. During the summer, my mother–your Grandma Raelyn–had gone in for surgery on her eyes, and they didn’t know how it would go. But without the surgery, given her advanced stage glaucoma, she would certainly go blind. My father–your Grandpa Edward– and his second wife were going through a messy divorce. He was in a state of shock and confusion and loss.

Worst of all, my sister and best friend–your Aunt Loren–had been in a very serious car accident when she was nine months pregnant. (She’d been in a hit and run on the highway, causing her pregnant belly to bang off of the steering wheel as her car slammed into a median at 80 miles per hour.) Your cousin–Sully–was going to make it, though no one knew then that the accident had caused him to be born with cerebral palsy.

What doctors did discover from the scans on my sister was a cyst caught in her brain. The impact had caused the cyst, but apparently, she had a congenital brain condition that caused a split between the two hemispheres in her brain. If the cyst had burst during that time, a neurologist had told her she could die. Luckily, a neurosurgical consult revealed that the cyst was draining on its own, and she wouldn’t even need a procedure to shrink or remove it, but the stress of the entire incident pushed her then husband over the edge. He beat her to within an inch of her life, and she used that last inch–and more strength than she even gives herself credit for–to call home for my mom to come get her and all three of her kids with that man.

So powerless to stop the pain and suffering of my family, I could only listen on phone call after phone call as we talked about my mother going blind, my father aging alone, my sister’s possible death. I fell into a deep despair. It was nothing compared to what my loved ones were going through, but your dad and I had lost a dream as well. After over four years of marriage, your dad’s mom–your Grandma Alison–had helped us with enough money that we were finally going to take a honeymoon. I wanted to see Scotland’s Isle of Skye.

My dream had been to see the Isle of Skye.
My dream had been to see the Isle of Skye.

But with everything else going on and everyone’s fates so up in the air, that dream had become all but impossible. We couldn’t leave the country–the first time either of us would have done so–when so many people needed your mommy. I had fallen into a rut in my life, with each day seeming so similar it depressed me. I’d stopped teaching, and with a job where I earned less money and respect, it felt as if nothing would ever change, at least not for the better. I was sure I wanted to die and started making terrible plans in my mind.


And then, one day in September, your dad was just sure. We both talked about it, and had been trying for months, but that one particular day, it was like there was magic in the air. He was certain it was time. So we did the test. And he was right.

Cheap cell phones deliver cheap pictures. But the news displayed is priceless.
Cheap cell phones deliver cheap pictures. But the news displayed is priceless.

It was you, little Lily, that the universe delivered to us in the lowest valley of some of our family’s darkest days.


Fast forward about a year later, and I find myself on Etsy buying us matching pajamas, the kind of cutesy action you won’t believe your dark-humored, sarcastic, cynical mommy would take. I am the Mama Bear, and you the Baby Bear, and I am ditching work today to stay home with you while your dad goes to the university where we’re both employed to conference with his students all day. And we are sitting on the sofa bed in the living room watching, of all things, first the movie Brave, the Disney tale about a mother and daughter from, you guessed it, Scotland. The film teaches, amongst other things, the importance of believing in magic and taking control of your own fate.

The opening ceremonies of the first ever Mommy Daughter PJ Day were brought to you by Pixar.

And then we put on The NeverEnding Story, a film from my own childhood all about how the “Nothing” comes in to destroy the realm of “Fantasia” because humans have stopped believing in their dreams. Lily, it’s true: A year ago today, I was succumbing to that Nothing. I didn’t have hope or faith. I believed whatever light had existed in my life had burned down to the nub.

The Neverending Story
Don’t give up on magic–especially the kind made by your own imagination.

And then you arrived, little Lily, and I can’t tell you how you’ve re-illuminated the world. Just a day like today, that I’ve dubbed our official Mommy Daughter PJ Day, is a day so simple but full of love that it becomes spectacular. It’s so much pressure to put on you, my wee bitty baby, but I think you may have saved me.

Even all the pain and heartache the pregnancy brought were the pebbles along the path to the top. I had been lost in a valley when your life gave me the motivation to climb back up to the peak of my dreams. Being a mom, being your mom, inspired me to write again, and to laugh, and to smile, and to sing and to get back–and to stay–on antidepressants, because Lily, you have given me so much to live for, to hope for, to dream of. I don’t have words for the view from up here, so I’ll just give you a picture:

Thank you for the adventure of a lifetime, Lily June. I bask in the light of you.


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15 thoughts on “The NeverEnding Story–In Which We Build a Tradition

  1. originaltitle says:

    So glad that your little bundle of joy helped to turn things around for you. You’ve been through so much and the experiences you’ve had will help to guide her through life. I hope that you keep this feeling that you have with her on this day in a reserve tank in your heart for anytime you may need it in the future.

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  2. musingsbymegha says:

    Oh My!! Without any exaggeration, I have tears in my eyes after reading this.. I’m sitting at my office computer and I am amazed at your fortitude and strength of character. I do not think I need to say ANYTHING.. This is what writing is all about – I felt your pain and despair.. and then I felt your hope and pride in Lily. You are AMAZING! 🙂

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    1. dearlilyjune says:

      Sorry for making your tears well up at work. Of course, it’s a better reason for getting misty-eyed at the workplace than, say, having a faulty stapler accident. So cheers to avoiding faulty stapler accidents?! 🙂

      In the meantime, thank you so much for your kind words. I don’t know if I’m strong–I think I’m just incredibly lucky to have Lily in my life!

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