Sunday, March 28, 2010

It's My Birthday, Too, Yeah

Well, this week is my birthday week. But hold onto your Botox vials, ladies; this year, I'm trying to look at things a little differently. (At least when I'm not standing in direct sunlight.)

Recently, I attended the birthday dinner of a dear, beautiful, and loving friend. Her spectacular (and highly literate) husband gave a toast, which included the following poem, written by my most favorite of favorites, e.e. cummings:


silently if,out of not knowable
night's utmost nothing,wanders a little guess
(only which is this world)more my life does
not leap than with the mystery your smile

sings or if(spiralling as luminous
they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams,
less into heaven certainly earth swims
than each my deeper death becomes your kiss

losing through you what seemed myself,i find
selves unimaginably mine;beyond
sorrrow's own joys and hoping's very fears

yours is the light by which my spirit's born:
yours is the darkness of my soul's return
--you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars


Right?

But beyond the (obvious and enviable) romance, there was a deeper message my friend's doting other half wanted to impart: the idea of a birthday being not only the day one is born, but the other "births" that person's life inspires, be they of the flesh, the mind, or the spirit.

So, I'm thinking that this April 4th, I might try to spend a little less time with the magnifying mirror, examining my skin's evaporating elasticity. Instead, I'd like to turn it into an occasion for inspiring other births in the people whose lives I'm blessed enough to encounter, and for thanking them for the births they've inspired in mine. Births of curiosity, love, kindness, compassion, and generosity, for instance.

See, I'm pretty blessed. I have many people in my life whom I cherish deeply. Some are new in my world, some I've known (almost) since I was born--or at least since I was young enough to feel invincible. So this year, I think I'd like to actually use "my" day to tell each of them how much they mean to me, and to thank them for the love they've helped me give birth to, each in their own, very particular way.

That's kind of my plan this year. Gratitude and love in abundance.

Anyway, it's cheaper than another glycolic peel from my dermatologist.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Hello? Is This Thing On?

Well, Mamas, it seems I've taken an unexpected--and unannounced--sabbatical.

Had I more foresight, I might have warned you that I'd be checking out for awhile.

But who knew that single motherhood was this overwhelming? (Probably at least a few of you did.)

Well, I'm happy to be back and to issue a report from the front lines.

Yes, the dark circles under my eyes seem to have taken up permanent residence. (Thanks, Stila, for having this Mama's back.) And yes, my Little One has had to make some adjustments to her schedule. We both have. The transition hasn't been seamless and we're both learning quite a bit about resilience, patience, and Nick Jr. On Demand.

The good news?

We're doing just fine. She still eats her vegetables. She's reading and writing her name, along with a few other words. (She's still three, so this is big news!) She still loves Mama, Papa and everything she loved prior to our "big adjustment."

The transition hasn't been without its bumps, to be sure, and we're not without bruises. But together, we're making it happen, and happily.

So, Mamas, I'm back. Musings, updates, anecdotes and silliness to follow.

Just don't ask me why I look so tired.