I know people all talk about womens' "biological clock". As a child, I never once had any notion of my perfect wedding......nor any knowledge of any clock ticking within me. For me, I think the clock was more of a realization that there is so much to life......so many emotions to experience.....so many dreams to share......ideas to discuss......laughter to engage in. There was no clock telling me that I needed to do something in a certain time frame but there was always a deep rooted feeling that the most profound experience in life had to be in the absolute sharing of such. I could see and experience the most wonderful, breathtaking things to ever grace this earth but they would somehow lose their beauty if I couldn't share it with another human being.
Sometimes it's difficult to find meaning in your existence when it only deals with yourself. Yes, there are friends, family.....even perfect strangers who can touch your life in any given moment. It never felt quite complete though. In this age of social media, I derive HUGE amounts of pleasure seeing photographs of my friends with their families. It's my own form of vicarious parenthood. And then one day, very recently, it suddenly dawned on me. I may not have raised my own child but there are so many people out there to truly love.....beyond birth rights.....beyond genetics.......beyond race, age, time......sharing love....giving of what is the essential part of YOU goes beyond all that and every one of us is able to participate. I am fully aware that parenthood is something completely separate from all else and yes, I will probably always have a melancholy vacancy in my heart and soul from never knowing this first hand; however, I think the day when you can come to terms with this knowledge and realize that you still have much to give and learn.....share and experience......and most of all to love, without expectations but simply and purely.......then the battle really is won.
have I ever told you, I love you? You are AMAZING!!! I go back and forth on this issue. There are pressures from the parental units. But am I ok and ready to take on this huge responsibility? Am I ready to wake up and start the day when my child wakes up and wants to play?
ReplyDeleteI think for me, it is more of what my mom expects out of me. The pressure. The comparison.
I should have my mom read this entry...Then again, her engrish is very limited she just might not get it. She is still in denial that I am bipolar.
XOXO
Awww...I love you too! And I love that we can understand one another so easily and know that we're not alone. No one in my family ever really mentions my condition.....and I'm okay with that now.....I honestly don't know if I would understand it if I wasn't the one experiencing it. In the end all we can all strive for is our own sense of peace....I hope you revel in it :)
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