Wednesday, April 17, 2013
I am a terrible blogger. This is a fact. Perhaps I should rename this blog confessions of a failed southern blogger...I've literally had that sentence typed for over a week and find it is only now that I have anything useful to finish it with. Life has been noisy lately. I'm not entirely sure what I mean by that but it's the phrase that keeps coming to mind. It's not really any one particular thing or even a bunch of little things I'm just finding myself holding my breath a lot lately, and I mean that in the literal sense. Hubs actually ask me what was wrong as I let out a big sigh the other day. My answer; "Nothing, I just forgot to breathe." It seems weird to say, as there is no big item of change on the horizon, but I feel like life is in flux and not in the normal everyday kind of way. I can not put my finger on it but it's there, pressing on my chest, reminding me with a heavy presence that it knows where to find me. Adding to the noise is the terrible act of violence carried out on Monday in Boston. I've spent a fair amount of time over the past few days trying to wrap my head around what would cause a human being to wantonly take the life of another. A husband, father, mother, brother, sister...child. Save for standing between my own and a source that seeks to harm him, I just can't. Becoming a mom has ripped me open and exposed me in ways I could have never anticipated. Every child becomes your child, every loss feels much more personal. Quite frankly sometimes its just more than I can stand. Many times, too many lately, I have sat at my desk in the morning and cried as Ive read about the various atrocities occuring around us that blanket our newspapers. Some just the hard realities of living, dying and being human. Others lack any glimmer of humanity whatsoever...too much noise. I think of the world that I now share with my son and it leaves my heart heavy. It makes me want to hide under a rock for a bit and hibernate, go off the grid and at least eliminate the electronic noise, the 24 hour new cycle, and focus on the wonderful people that surround me. I'm not foolish enough to think I can hide for long, but maybe a few days, just long enough for me to find some ear plugs. Im also not foolish enough to think that will do anything other than give me a whole bunch of crap to catch up on when I raise my head from the sand. Life with a child presents me with an even bigger challenge of trying to find the balance between the beauty of the world and the majority of good that comprises it and these horrible, seemingly increasing, acts of evil. How do you teach your child to be loving and trusting, compassionate and non judgmental of others when you feel like you are living your life in direct contrast to those very ideals you crave to reclaim? Im starting to understand why old people become so crotchety, the older I get the fight to not become jaded gets bigger and bigger. I hate it. So I pray. A lot. I pray for peace, and safety and understanding. I pray for the ability to be a better example of the person I really truly want to be, despite my human faltering. I pray for a world for my son that will eventually know less hate and more tolerance. And I pray for quiet, just a little bit of quiet in this noisy, noisy world.