Sunday Stealing: Deep Thoughts Meme
28 September 2019
Hey, all. Welcome back. Quiet weekend here in Idaho - and COLD - so I'mma hunker down and get started here. Join us here if you'd like, wouldja?
Cheers to all of us thieves!
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These are questions suggested by Markandangel
If you could instill one piece of advice in a newborn baby’s mind, what advice would you give?
I'd whisper into her ear, "Hey, little baby. If you could drop the nipple and let mama sleep once in a while, I promise you she'll be a much happier mama." (At least it was true for me!)
What is the most desirable trait another person can possess?
☼☼☼ kindness ☼☼☼
What are you most grateful for?
When our son Robby died, suddenly and unexpectedly, in 2003, I was lost. Like, my mind was completely elsewhere. It was gone for three years. For those who haven't heard this story before, I liken it to this: When I was a small child, we spent summers at the Jersey Shore. My parents, in large part, were neglectful. If you've ever been to the Shore, you know those waves get humongous, and they will knock a toddler down in nothing flat. For many long seconds - a full minute, maybe - I would roll along the bottom of the seafloor, tumbling and tumbling along underwater, until the ocean finally saw fit to spit me out up on the shore. (No parent of mine ever came running.)
For those three years after Robby died, that's what I felt like. Just underwater, tumbling, not coming up for air. Somehow I managed to mother Chloë, who was 18 months when the twins were born; and Jack, who was Robby's identical twin (this was perhaps the hardest aspect); and Sophia, who we decided we needed to complete our family and fill the hole left by her older brother.
But it was on this day, pictured above, that woke me up. It was the exact day of Sophia's 1st birthday. She was playing and tumbling around with the four bigger kids where we were, but when it was time to do the cake, I dressed her in her very special birthday dress that I'd bought off of a friend of mine. And when I was done, I stepped back and looked at her. And seeing her, I don't know what it was about that scene, woke me up. The ocean finally spat me out on shore. And I'm so thankful.
Is stealing to feed a starving child wrong?
Is not feeding the starving child wrong?
What do you want most?
I want to live to see the future for my kids, maybe their kids, the world... perhaps not suffering in agony every second of it.
Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?
I'm usually equally worried about both things, with some variety in there for things of greater or lesser import.
What has life taught you recently?
Life has taught me to DO SOMETHING about those things that have mattered to me - and about which I've been vocal but less active - my entire life. Age and health issues have taught me that I'm running out of time, so that time is NOW.
What is the one thing you would most like to change about the world?
So, humans have fucked up the world. Everything we did in the name of money, greed, and power, has fucked the world. Everything we've tried to do to unfuck the previously-fucked things has fucked the world. Now we're on a desperate timeline. What would I do? I would drastically slow down that timeline so that the right people can do the right things to try to help fix it.
Where do you find inspiration?
Right now it's her, and youth like her the world around. Including my own. ♥
Can you describe your life in a six word sentence?
I had to come, but stayed.
If we learn from our mistakes, why are we always so afraid to make a mistake?
I think a lot of that comes from the fear of criticism, whether from within or without.
What impact do you want to leave on the world?
I used to want to be known - like, Nobel Prize-known - for some great scientific discovery. Now, if I'm remembered at all, I'd like to be remembered for giving a big enough damn to make as big a difference for the future as I could, sick, in constant pain, and in a wheelchair and all.
What is the most defining moment of your life thus far?
Oh, that's always an easy one. Running tail-over-teakettle to get to the courthouse in time to elope with a guy I'd known for two months, laughing the whole way... that's the moment. That takes the proverbial cake.
In the haste of your daily life, what are you not seeing?
Bruh. I have late-stage Chronic Lyme Disease - amongst other debilities. There is no "haste of my life" anymore.
If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
I suspect the former question has to do with the snowball effect. Take the road less traveled.
Well, of course I can't answer for everybody, but for me, not doing so many things I love to do (read: travel) comes down to not having enough money to do it.
What lifts your spirits when life gets you down?
Family, obviously. Beauty in nature. And music. Right now I'm blasting Ozzy's "Crazy Train." Bet you didn't expect that from me...
Have you ever regretted something you did not say or do?
Of course. But right now, I don't have the energy to dwell on them.
Has your greatest fear ever come true?
Yes. My child, my son, one of my identical twins, died after three days. Every time I hear the word "twin" - even if it's about beds!! - or every time I see paperwork listing him as having been "stillborn" (he was not) or that Jack was the twin who died... and understand, I could go on and on... I go back under those waves for just a moment.
And it's a fucking wonder I didn't murder all the people who told me, "Everything happens for a reason." I swear to God.
Why do we think of others the most when they’re gone?
Well, of course, I can't speak for you, and I don't want to. My mother died at age 33 (I was 7). I'm a motherless daughter, and my mother never got to see her grandchildren. And I'm a bereaved mother. I have some very empty arms. Mostly, over the years since Robby died, I've wondered if he stayed an infant as an angel, or if he grew up like his twin brother Jack. And I wonder if my mother rocked her grandson when I couldn't. And if she helped him toddle in heaven. And if, when he was a young kid, she held his hands while the explored. Stuff like that...💔
What is your most beloved childhood memory?
I don't have very many good memories from my childhood. And I have very few memories of my mother at all. I cherish every detail I can remember about Mom, even this one. She was putting curlers in my hair for me to sleep on that night. I hated those curlers; sleeping was impossible. But did I look adorable in my First Grade picture the next day? Yes. Yes, I did. 😍
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Welp, you can probably guess this post took a lot out of me. There have been tears. But remembering is good. It means I can still do it. Sometimes I can't!
Thank you, Bev, for running this thievery. Love to you. ♥