I spent some time today shopping for a baby gift for a
client. I was in and out of high end baby boutiques where everything is so
soft, and small, and adorable. I was so completely caught up in how lovely
everything was. For a moment or two it was fun and I was blissfully happy in
that world. Then I got back to my office and packed it all up, so fresh and
bright, and sent it off to our client who recently added one more baby girl to their
family. Then I sat alone in my quiet office for awhile and I remembered that
babies are not my world. Not even a little bit. I live a life that revolves
around me and really no one else. I go to work and the gym, and I “do lunch.” I
listen to podcasts about scientific discoveries, and social psychology to drown
out the quiet at work. I send inappropriate texts to Zacula, mixed with ones
that tell him my heart is breaking.
I kind of like being single. It is nice to have so much time
for me and also I really like naps…. and nachos. But what I realized today is that maybe I have
been poisoning my own mind. You see I recognize that from the day I was
organized I have been destined to be a mother. And every part of my soul longs
for that. But as each year passes and I spend more of my days alone in an
office, my self talk changes. You see it has to change in order to keep my
heart from falling apart. Where my self talk used to be “I can’t wait for…” and
“when…” it has changed flavors and become “Having babies feels hard and like I’ll
be tired for the rest of my life“ or things like “maybe that’s not something I
really want…” because if I believe that the longing hurts less. But worst of
all were the echos in my head today of “maybe I can do more good elsewhere…” and
don’t forget “But I really like napping.”
It feels important that I remind myself this afternoon, that
I do have great potential for good. More I think than I am ready to admit. But
there is no place I can have a greater influence than in my own home with my
own babies.
I like to ask myself what have you done for Charlie this
week? Have you gained knowledge? Grown closer to your savior? Been a little
more patient? Met his Dad? Ha. But today the most important thing I do for
Charlie might just be that I don’t give up on us.