I have many times read analogies from authors, or movie script writer or all kinds of persons about how their project was like having a baby. The conception of an idea, the nurturing, the growing, the caring. How bringing IT to fruition was like Giving Birth.
I say, Ha.
A writing project, a book, building an airplane, patenting an invention or opening a business are not like pregnancy, birth or motherhood.
Motherhood is hardly even like motherhood.
I suppose there are some broad generalizations we could make, like, some of it is fun, and some isn’t.
But beyond that, it’s kind of a goofy analogy.
Anyway. It has been nearly two years since I started this blog, and no, it isn’t like motherhood. It isn’t like my child. What is interesting, in all of this, is that in the two years since I started this blog, my children have changed. Two years worth.
So I thought it might be fun (for me, mostly) to look at the introductory posts of my children that I made in the first month of this blog. Not the first trimester, mind. And consider what the last two years have wrought.
Since the above post was written, Alice, now 25, has spent that last year and a half attending Ave Maria University in Florida. It was warm there. The sun was good for her. She grew up. It was hard, so so hard to have 5540 kilometers away from home. That is a long way in a car. And in a plane. And on a train.
Would you? Could you? Yes, mamas…if you knew that they prayed and discerned well and that God laid it on their heart. You would have to actually, ’cause they were 24 and make up their own minds about stuff even if you don’t like it. And so many good things came of it. At Christmas time, she decided not to go back for the second half of this year. Her depression is better managed now that it has been in a few years. She is well, most of the time. Her not-well time is comparable to most people’s not-well time. And that is okay. That is great.
Much of her decision to stay home was due to an inordinate amount of sleep demanded by her supporting chemicals. And that’s okay. She is moving forward. She is not where she wants to be in her life. Neither am I.
“Who is?” I demand to know.
You would love her if you could meet her. For she is good and she loves God. And you can’t not love that.