Thursday, June 3, 2010

Visions of a future

When we have visions of our futures, I think it always involves mental snapshots.  At the alter under the perfectly designed arch, wearing the ultimate boob-enhancing and waist-reducing dress... Behind the corporate desk with the lovely and helpful assistant only a few steps away, about to conduct your first staff meeting... Lounging on your yacht in Monaco with Diddy in one of your lounge chairs... Sitting on a back deck that you helped build, with your grandkids running around the perfectly manicured lawn.  Or a little baby, old enough to stand supported by chubby legs, hanging on to the baby gate the leads to the kitchen. 

Having a baby is a big deal.  As such, it can only be taken in in little bites.  I think you spend most of the first half of your pregnancy (once you've stopped being sick) picturing your adorable bump.  And what you'll look like walking around the park with your adorable husband and the adorable bump.  Then you get near the end and the bump isn't as adorable and you stat picturing an actual person.

You sit on the couch and you say "In only 8 weeks we're not going to be alone EVER AGAIN.  How mind blowing is that?"  And you put up the crib and the bassinet and you stare at them and try to picture a tiny little person being in there.  And then they're here and it's so surreal that there aren't any mental snapshots that were ever that powerful.

I still can't picture Charlotte being old enough for elementary school, but as she gets older, month by month, I can start to envision what might be next.  She babbles with such a purposeful look on her face, that I can picture her talking on and on and on to us about whatever her little brain deemed important that day.  And she can walk along the furniture, so I can almost picture her walking.

But before all that, when she was just a tiny little chub with the biggest cheeks you've ever seen, the only two big girl things I could picture was her sitting up on her own, looking up, with her arms outstretched for us to pick her up, and her standing at the baby gate, looking at us while we cooked dinner, longing to get near all the hot dangerous stuff. 

So when she stood at the gate the other day, with her fat little thighs on full display, it struck me that I was looking at my snapshot.  My other snapshot is B and I at our lake house, with three grown kids, sharing hysterical laughs and strong cocktails.

What's yours?


Giants Fan said...


die Frau said...

Right now, it's having that bump. That's about all I can handle.

Mostly, because we both deal with ridiculous teenagers, we talk about how we'll teach ours right from wrong; a lot of "Man, when WE have kids, they'll be independent and not entitled" because we see a lot of that.

I know T and I will have a wonderful life together no matter what, but right now my visions stay quite nebulous until Fate or God or whatever power it is out there helps me take a more concrete step. I get flashes sometimes, like of T and a little person at a hockey game together with matching jerseys cheering our team. Us at my in-laws' place in Canada watching whales in the St. Lawrence. Penny licking the face of someone's face. But I prefer to keep the child side of it vague right now because I have one particular element missing. Thus, in some ways, your question is difficult for me to answer as of right now.

Either way, I'm very grateful that I can picture myself with my dear husband old and gray, holding hands as we sit together and watch the world. So I try every day not to wish for what I don't have but how to enhance what I already do have. That's my future.

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