Musings of a Mum: 25.5 Weeks
The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.
(How do you like your new official nickname? It is, no doubt, one of millions to come). It's been a very cerebral week. I've spent time reading one of your father's heroes, Carl Sagan. I've also devoured Rilke, started a new work of fiction that is extremely (and delightfully) philosophical. I chatted with your Uncle Goat wherein we determined a new conclusion for the grand purpose of life. It's also been a relatively positive week regarding pregnancy and the general state of my mind. I am thankful for these times, for it is only after the release of pain that the flood of compassion overwhelms my spirit as I ponder those still in suffering.
Many people have a very clear vision for their lives. From a young age, their strengths and talents are apparent; they have parents who nurture and encourage this gift. I was one of these people. I always wanted to be a teacher. I pursued this dream with resolute determination for 15 years. This dream lasted only 3 years, and when I quit, I felt utterly and completely defeated as well as existentially lost. I had done what I assumed I was "made to do" and although several amazing relationships were born and I learned immense lessons about myself, it was now over. I had no future. Now, after recovering, I don't care to return to it, but I do crave that sense of purpose. Sparked by this conversation with Uncle Goat, I began to wonder if some people just are not born with a strong existential direction. Perhaps their answer to "what does it all mean" or "what are my biggest dreams" is something more subjective than "I want to be a lawyer" or "I want to be a professional musician." What if their answer is "I want to help people" or "I want to be a healthy person."
This notion stuck with me as I began to realize that I too have been searching for a purpose anew. My answer, for this time and place, simply is that I want to learn, learn, and learn some more. I want to assimilate as much about peoples, cultures, literature, science, writing, psychology, wine, cooking, technology, mothering, decor, movies, books, travel, fashion, and photography as I possibly can in one lifetime (it can also be helpful to remember that a purpose in life does not necessarily equate to a career in that particular area. Jobs are different than purposes, unless you are one of the lucky ones). Additionally, I want to learn other's opinions of the above, learn to listen better, learn to be less judgmental, learn to be kinder to myself, and learn to accept the moment. I've found a new purpose. I hope to employ this knowledge to counsel you come your existential crisis - to remind you that there are many visions and many paths any human can take. I don't want to sell you an American dream, "If you can dream it, you can do it" because that's just simply untrue. But I do want your dreams to be big, full of hope, and to help you find ways to achieve what your life on this beautiful planet has inspired you to pursue.
The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.
This week, I want to dive into a vat of mangos, eat 20 cakes, consume lots of candy, and gorge myself on breakfast sausage (randomly enough). I have been sleeping well (after some serious and comical arranging of pillows), and still enjoy my nightly bath with Epsom salts to ease the muscle tension in my back and legs. My yoga instructor recommended several poses for SI joint loosening, and she encouraged me to perform them daily as well as to be sure and move every 45 minutes. What a difference! I wake up, have my cereal, stretch for a few minutes, and begin my day. My body seems to be screaming, THANK YOU! It feels euphoric to be out of pain, even if it doesn't last long. We've also been trying to walk more, since the weather is glorious and we live so close to Greenlake. You are moving SO much throughout the day. You seem to enjoy post-meal workouts, and I am beginning to adjust to the sensations (which once felt disgusting. Pregnancy in general is pretty disgusting to me, so it's nice to have graduated beyond that feeling).
This week, I said to Joel , "Oh man, our girl's gonna be so cute." He looked at me knowingly with a hint of "what have I done" in his eyes and said with resignation, "I know. I know." We are in for it.
It's been "all Bowie all the time" since Saturday. I hope you know how much he loves you.
Oh you pretty things
don't you know your driving
your mamas and papas insane.
I saw your eyes in a dream last night. My goodness they were clear as glass. Who are you, sweet star?