Here’s a little seriousness to brighten your day…followed by your daily shot of funny which will have you nodding.
Life is full of ironic moments. Full of oxymorons. Full of contradictions to what we think we know.
In order to open ourselves up to people, we need to be strong. We need to be strong enough to allow ourselves to be vulnerable. Within our vulnerability is the miracle that is human existence. We’re at the “top of the food chain”. We’re suppose to be strong able predators, ruling over the animals with our intellect and ingenuity. No fear, no weakness, no sign of struggle. But the truth is, our greatest times of character, growth, and wisdom often come from being vulnerable for a moment.
And, as it is with the circle of life, it is the moments that we are vulnerable that make us stronger people. We’re stronger by knowing our limits and knowing ourselves. We’re stronger by bonding together with others. It costs us something to be vulnerable, and though we don’t always succeed when we open ourselves up, we can become stronger and wiser if we allow ourselves to avoid bitterness.
I am learning a lesson in this. I’m trying to allow myself to be vulnerable, but also to be strong and risk that the person might not accept my vulnerability. That they may turn away and leave me cold. But what choice do I have but to risk it? What other choice is there than to love and put myself out there? I only have now.
Many people have described having children as the most important moment in their life. It was the thing that made them sure of things in the world: their place, their purpose, their position. Becoming a parent made them strong and sure people. Becoming a parent helped them find out who they are.
And yet, as parents, we struggle. Are we doing the right thing? Are we messing our kids up?
Recently, I’ve had a few doubts myself. Undoubtedly, becoming a parent made me strong, even before my kid was born. It pushed me into making choices I should have made beforehand. It gave me a reason to be a better “me”. But, at the same time I wonder what kind of job I’m doing. Watching a movie preview recently had me turning things over in my mind.
“Will we be parents? Or just two people with a kid?”
I suddenly couldn’t think what made a parent. I had one of those “I knew a moment ago” moments. Was I being a good parent? I had been gone at work quite a bit lately. I was worried The Kid would forget me. That he’d begin to like someone else better. Was I just a person, a woman, with a kid? Or was I a parent? I tried to divvy down what it meant to be a parent in every sense.
Food, clothing, shelter, schooling..but then I thought of other things. Other things that meant just as much, if not more, but weren’t tangible. Things I couldn’t touch. Love, laughter, beauty, patience, encouragement, diligence, wisdom, etc. Things I vow to give my child, but can’t be bought or held. That’s what makes a parent. All the other stuff that makes up “you”. It takes giving your kids time and energy. It takes setting the example and really getting to know them. It takes a great many things.
So, no. I am not just a person with a kid. I am a parent.
Becoming a parent may have brought me new doubts..but it has undoubtably brought me new strength.
Other bouts of irony and Murphy’s law (for a lighter tone):
The toaster having a setting that burns the toast into something no decent person would eat.
Round pizzas coming in square boxes.
Less opportunity for acquiring a love life when you’re finally old enough and wise enough to appreciate it.
The rain after you wash you car.
Getting a book idea that you finally finish, and someone has such a similar one that yours is now nixed.
Wearing new shoes, and then having to tromp through the mud.
Finally having a moment where you fall asleep for a nap, and the phone rings incessantly.
Buying rain boots…then comes the drought.
Dogs who stick out their heads out windows when you’re driving but get mad when you blow in their face.
Getting the victory of the last slice of cake, and then spilling your plate all over the dog’s head.
Getting two fruitcake for the holidays.
Signs declaring that no signs should be posted.
On the days you dress up, you see no one important.
On the day you are a mess, seeing the guy you like.
Painting everyday for a week, and the one day you aren’t preapared..a huge glob of paint covers your head. (true story!)
Taking the dogs on a “walk” and just before you leave they bolt out the door and you chase them all around for a couple of hours.
“Do not feed the panda” sign becomes a reality and not a cute attraction.
Things painted with flames that catch on fire.
statements written on things that contradict the statement.
The song playing when you got into a car wreck.
The term “free”.
Nurses named “Payne”…or Jenny (if you’re a Pokemon nerd, you get it).
Smart phones owned by dumb people.
Smart cars owned by dumb people.
Dead end signs at cemeteries.
Things used to put out fires, on fire…(trucks, firehouse, fire extinguisher, fire hydrant..need more be said?)
Animal activists getting beaten up by animals.
Eating almost all of the yogurt before you ask yourself “does this taste funny?” and see the mold.
Rain when you’re miles away from home on your bike.
A flat tire in the middle of nowhere.
Seeing the CAUTION sign after you’ve burned yourself.
Making comments before ironic moments.
Using being “sick” as an excuse..and then getting sick.
That’s all for now…
(I realize some of these are not irony. And that in some places I am using the actual definition of irony incorrectly, but hey…relax! Laugh a little! Before I start using awful grammar as well…don’t make me)
So, life’s full of irony people. Go out there and be amazed! Find joy and laughter. And most importantly..don’t burn the toast.