in recent weeks, several unrelated events brought babies to my forefront.
- my dear friend leila gave birth to a beautiful little girl.
- one of my co-workers came to work with her 8-week old.
- another co-worker just found out that he and his wife are expecting twins.
- dooce, one of my favorite bloggers, is having another baby.
- they used a doll instead of a real baby on House (the TV show) the other night and didn’t even TRY to convince the viewer it was real. it really distracted me with its plasticity and not-a-real-baby-ness.
it seems wherever i turn there is another newborn.
i live in a society where birth is still a mystery to some degree. i mean, we have all the facts and information. but we don’t really experience it, until we do.
does that make sense?
i guess i feel that in other cultures where families are closer to each other, that birth and death are less of a mystery. you experience these things first hand, not through made-for-tv-movies.
today as i was reading leila’s exquisite descriptions of being a new mother, i felt a deep longing that i’ve never really experienced before. i guess i felt the pangs of wanting a child.
it felt so different to other ‘wants’. i think this is because it’s not something i have direct control over. it’s not like wanting a vacation, or a new job, or a puppy.
i think that being a parent is the most natural and important accomplishment of ones life. simultaneously terrifying and beautiful, challenging and miraculous.
i hope that one day i will get to experience it for myself. and until then, i’m going to bask in the surprise/joy/awe/delight of my friends who are experiencing it for the first time.