Salvation
I became a mother by surprise, the result of a spontaneous couch excursion as the male half was leaving to return a video. Nothing could have resurrected me from the solipsis and thrill-seeking like this peculiar brand of salvation did. And I named him thus... "Salvation." He is another person, and though I have a piquant sense of his childishness, I believe in his independence. Everyday I find ways to establish my identity other than him and every day his, but as he grows they seem to mingle more and more. He makes me love more. Sunshine more. Sigur Ros more. Trees more. Tragedy more. I often don't believe this earth will tolerate us for many more years, and when I think of him, I see war and strife in his future. I write to push the war out. To name that demon and demand that it get behind me. I believe in his right to live and to provide life. I believe he is a child of the cosmos. And he welcomes me here...posted by hobbledog @ 12:09 PM
1 Comments:
Surprises are great, aren't they! Nice to hear that yours was your salvation. Unfortunately wars seem to have always existed. Maybe your "surprise" will be the one to change things or maybe you will.
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