Babybelly

So a few friends and teachers and mentors of mine are currently very pregnant. (“Very pregnant” meaning you can tell from six corners away that the woman’s either a watermellonseller or… you get the picture.) And then, the other day, I saw a babybelly up close for the first time. It was there, right in front of me, huge and round and… alive. I cannot put into words the deep sense of awe I was feeling. How… astonishing! How… wondrous!

I’ve known about this alive roundness for a long time. (As in… duuuh, my mother did a really good job telling us about men and women and love. No sarcasm here, she did.) But seeing the babybelly up close, holding it, and feeling the baby do a little dance after her mother just had a dessert crepe with Nutella, moved me very deeply. And it made me realize that yes, indeed, children are miracles!

I spent the rest of that night pondering the absolute brilliant design that we are, as humans. We’re nothing short of incredible. We have the capacity of being with someone and expressing our love for that person in ways in which a third human being enters this world. It’s like… love comes before life. Love makes life. If we so choose. If we can choose. “We” including men and women.

In this schema, loving, the verb, is an inherently creative and productive process. Creative in the sense that it’s different for everyone: there are so countlessly many different human ways to live. To love. To love and create new life. To… parent. Productive in the sense that it creates something new: often, it recycles something known and familiar and old and makes it into something personal and new and shiny. But it designs, makes, integrates every time. And lastly, loving is a process in this schema, rather than a final product. It’s an ongoing choice, every day anew. It’s… never-ending….

This means that the world doesn’t have to suck, doesn’t it. But then, why does it continue to suck so much sometimes? To be so broken? To be so unloved and… dying and dead?

I find it quite non-accidental that this realization about pregnancies is hitting me right now, as I’m preparing for the birth of a child that revolutionized the world’s perception of power and love so many, many, many years ago. We’ve got to care for our children: these vulnerable souls carry a kind of pure truth, joy, and peace that the world loses every day and, hence, desperately needs, every day. We’ve got to respect and love our women who carry our children for so long and… never really stop carrying them, it seems. And we’ve got to respect and love our men who provide strength and comfort and tranquility throughout the life-cycle.