Why hello, hello!
It has been awhile, has it not? My fault entirely. I need to be more dedicated to my writing. There has been a multitude of occasions and events, the holiday, and changes in life to account for my absence; but writing is my catharsis and synthesis–I should probably keep at it. I hope you were able to celebrate our emancipation with a good ounce of freedom running through your veins; the holiday just makes me want to be mischievous, do something a little out of the ordinary, and give thanks.
I believe the main topic I’d like to discuss is babies–in this post at least. It’s an overarching thing that newlyweds must tread lightly with, and certainly around. So many individuals are blossoming in the belly, and I feel like I’m being left behind in my stage of life! Of course, I’m not. Mind you, these blossomers are people I know and I don’t know… it seems like when you’re sensitive to something, it happens to be EVERYWHERE! In one evening, I may have counted four or five different preggos walking by my hubby’s work as I sat there, looking out the window. Since I was looking for them, it looked like they were the main population of our town. This is part of a cycle in life and human thought: Once we achieve the “next step” of life (i.e.; graduating from college, getting a career, becoming married… etc.) it seems that all of biology and humanity chime in to tell you, “OK! What’s next?” It’s also a human thing, trying to fill ourselves with something new and exciting instead of appreciating the moment, the people, the life that God has currently given us. Certainly something to combat, something to notice, and something to actively fight against with gratitude and acceptance of your current situation.
Anyhow, back to babies. The big question for married people, whether newly or otherwise, is clearly about childbearing. “Do you want to get pregnant?” I was asked at my first acupuncture appointment yesterday… Yes, I do. But no, not right now. That routine medical question reminded me of the fact that yes, I can and hopefully will be a mother sometime. Reality. Yet not quite yet. With lots of semi-acquaintances, and perhaps perfect strangers, talking about babies and when you should have them, it can be easy to get insecure about the whole thing. “Should I be having a baby!? Should we do that now? Wait… will we ever be ready for it? We need to PLAN for these kinds of things!” Yes. Planning is good. Planning is a wise thing, and I do believe God wants us to do our best with our resources. However–I also recently read a neato article that discussed Christians’ ideas about children, and how we think we can just “plan” our lives around them. Plan them, actually. If you think about it, it’s assuming to think that we can plan someone else’s life, especially when God is the one who really gives life. He is the one who makes the womb fertile. He is the one who decides that life will begin.
So I have to be careful and mindful of what I think about life, what I think about being a mother. What I think about my hopefully future children. I want it all to be in God’s hands, and with all of the competing, arguing views shouting at newlyweds, I have to try to drown out the noise and do His will. Not my own. Not theirs. Not the world’s fast-paced-lifestyle voice. His. And as I plan a baby shower for a sweet friend, I take note of things, cherish her pregnancy, and realize that it is such a beautiful thing. It is something to be in awe of and to be thankful for. While all of that is true, it can also be true that this single, young, semi-disorganized newlywed lifestyle is also a cherished and awesome place to be! Each stage of life has new challenges, new ideas, something to give a fresh take on the journey God has made.
And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.