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Part I – The Miracle of Birth
The conception of my blog was, indeed, immaculate. It was unprotected and unplanned but, once it was miraculously born, it brought great joy to my life. I have nourished it, fed it and loved it. Its incessant need has brought many sleepless nights but the rare moments that it smiles at me make the bags under my eyes worthwhile. I have held it close to my heart and have had moments that I wish it would sleep through the night and let me get some much-needed rest.
I have used many tricks to make it laugh and have relished the moments that it brought a smile to my face or a tear to my eye. I have suffered through its teething and those many moments that nothing I did would make it happy. Through its toddler phase we had a great deal of fun together, learning about each other as we spent more time together. I watched it learn to walk and then to run. I soothed its scrapes and cuts when it fell but, through all the tumultuous growing pains, we forged a bond that cannot be replaced.
Part II – Growth and Learning
Over the past year and a half I have watched it grow and mature. I have seen it develop a personality and gain some independence. But its need for me and my attention seems to be waning. It seems to have rapidly entered its teenage years before my eyes. It has become sullen and withdrawn. We don’t spend much time together these days.
I get up early to go to work and can’t find the time needed to spend with it in those rising hours of the morning. I have been working more split shifts recently and when I come home for my break it is lying on the couch, having accomplished nothing on its own during my absence. When I attempt to create some lasting moments with it in the afternoons, it ignores me and does not react to my efforts.
I can only hope in the near future that the negative teenage reaction will subside and, as a young adult does with their parents, we form a new alliance and become friends again. I miss spending time with it and miss creating the words and phrases that we would carve into our reality. With a little more effort on my part, I’m sure I can find that one common thread that will bring us back together again. I put my faith in its capacity to grow and mature and its ability to accept the fact that I, too, have my limitations.
And the words shall set us free.