Nuggets

I have been pondering lately about the things people do. In my extensive people watching role I have noticed that people are more likely to tell you about the crappy parts of their day than about the wonderful parts. it makes me wonder at the nature of us when we are quicker to share a story about being hurt, or wronged than a story about the wonders we saw that day that others may not have experienced. Are we afraid that the good feeling that we have will be taken? perhaps. Do we hold them tightly like a loot bag, reluctant to share them even with the people that we love? Or is that we want others to feel the misery of our pain, so we feel better about the fact that we have this one beautiful nugget to treasure? Some times it feels like other will not take the joy that we see or feel and savour it. I know that makes me more reluctant to share, and when I find a person who will make the effort to understand my joy in the moment I savour that person too.


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there are a lot of people in my life trying to have babies, just had babies or having babies. I find the different perspectives very interesting. One lady I know thinks that she can not be happy unless she has a baby.... life is not worth celebrating unless she has a child of her own. The idea of adoption she totally dismissed with a wave of her hand. " No my own". that made me sad. At breakfast she confided that she goes to church in hopes that " god will turn on her ovaries". Her husband is an atheist and it seemed that she resented him for not going with her. Other than prayer, there has been no other treatment....it makes me wonder about the other afflictions in her life.... does she treat a cold with scripture? No. the adage that god helps them who help them selves comes to mind

I have another friend in a very similar situation. she stops at nothing though, rather than waiting for her life to start because of a child, she has taken a, "when the time is right" attitude. She is pro-active seeking medical treatments, traditional and non traditional. In the mean time though she has a life. she fields the insensitive questions and the heartless mummers of others with grace and poise. mostly I respect her because she has not become bitter in the ordeal. she hasn't damned her Deity or her mates faith. She looks at the prospect of a baby as a addition to her life rather than a conclusive feat.

I have a sister, she has babies, they are her life. To my eyes she gave up her future in exchange for a family. My nice and nephew are beautiful. They are her life. she is her family. to her the sacrifice was worth it, maybe it wasn't even a sacrifice.... that is thought... when does it become a sacrifice? my understanding is when "a noun" is given up selflessly for a better "cause" that is a sacrifice. hmmm