IMO: Baby Talk and the Passage of Time

Fellow blogger, South African/Londoner,  ABBI O,  chronicled her thoughts of pregnancy; when “Little O” was born, Abbi continued her posts about the life-change, documenting her thoughts of motherhood and the demands of her now five-month-old son. Not only does her dry wit make me laugh, she makes me think about the passage of time. Her journal-in-the-making is a clever idea. I imagine Little O when he’s older and turns into Bigger O asking her what it was like to carry him inside her body? To have him? What was he like as a boy? She has gathered her posts and self-published them. She tosses her book to Bigger O and says, “Read all about it.” When Abbi is much older, she will toss the book to her pregnant daughter-in-law, and assure her the fear is universal, the experience is awesome, she understands, and it will bring comfort. When Abbi is ancient, she will revisit herself in words, that worried young woman from her past, and smile at her and feel pride that she muddled through it all miraculously just fine. She’ll look across the room at Biggest O, who is now a father himself, and wonder how time flew by.

Based on a diary, 1785–1812, professor Laurel Thatcher Ulrich investigated the entries of a midwife, Martha Ballard. It’s an interesting account because, in the center of a Maine community, she literally touched the lives of everyone in it and provided a glimpse of the values and expectations of gender, the struggle to fight the seasons, impartial diseases, techniques for perseverance, and the cycle of life through births and deaths. It is a rare, profound historical portrait. And yet, at the time of her writing, Martha Ballard was unaware her diary entries would become important one day. Her “voice” varied depending on time and tiredness. Martha was at times insightful, other times clinical, like her profession as she weaved in and out of households aiding the sick. Recommended. 4/5.

In my opinion, Abbi is creating a historical portrait, a primary source. Fifty years from now, a hundred years–two–social historians could look to her blog or self-published book about motherhood and life from 2016 onward from a historical perspective. I read about an abolitionist the other day whose date of birth matched my own, minus a hundred years. She was born in 1863 and lived until 1951. Can you imagine all that she saw? How much the world changed? From the death of Abraham Lincoln through World War II? From buggies to rocket ships? From the telegraph to the television? I wonder what life will be like if I made it until 2051. Just saying the date makes me shake my head in wonder.

Here is the passage of time illustrated by my granddaughter, Amelia. She’ll be four in February.

Where did the time fly? 

Rows Found at a San Antonio Wedding

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Texas hospitality greeted me at the Don Strange Ranch outside of San Antonio.

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My son and daughter-in-law got hitched in style.

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While I walked around the grounds, the renovated barn and outbuildings supplied rows of this-and-that everywhere.

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Posts and antique church windows

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Stable doors and coffee mugs

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wedding chairs and lapels

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wedding men  and  cacti

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saw teeth and branding irons

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horseshoes, guitar strings, and xylophone bars

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white blossoms and candles

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table settings and dessert tables

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Tabitha and Steve

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Thank you, Gary and Amy, parents of the bride and hosts of a lovely weekend!

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With the groom and the best man, my two boys

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To Everything, There is a Season

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Future pianist??

“The attempt at creating positive memories for the duration of your child’s life.”  That pretty much sums up the definition of a parent. Today I am reminded, in the simplest terms, life is simply about endings and beginnings and the transitions therein. Saying goodbye to dear faces or welcoming new faces brings different tears. These milestones aren’t original, but when they happen to you, they are life altering. While dealing with an end or a beginning, the world stops rotating and time is suspended. Both extremes cause one to give thanks. Thanks for knowing you. Thanks for the opportunity to get to know you. Ah, the heart surely sags under the weight of it all. Despair and Jubilation. These feelings are exhausting. They are the extreme feelings a human being encounters. And when not saying goodbye or hello? The transitions of life are bearable because of the compassion from friends and family. We all need to hold hands and have our hands held.

That’s it. That’s life. Everyone has one, and everyone experiences the same emotions. Not at all original except when it happens to you.

Welcome, today, my granddaughter, Amelia! Can’t wait to make memories with you!

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