Sins of Omission and Other Random Observations
Breathe slowly and deeply, think of a calming image, find my center and … meditate.
That’s me trying to put Mel’s meditation challenge into effect after a “WTF?” kind of day. The temporary post earlier today is now down, but between the deep breathing and your fabulous comments, I’m in a better state of mind. Muchos Gracias. Merci Beaucoup. Thank you very much one and all who dropped by to commiserate!
Now on to Lori’s Chain Link Blog effort asking us to link around this week starting with our own blogroll to find a few new blogs. I started with Jenna and read her post asking why it is we expect more from celebrities in educating about particular causes. The question prompted a flashback to me as an 12-year-old sitting in my catechism class learning about the “sin of omission.” It boils down to this: a person who could do the right thing but doesn’t is no better than a person who intentionally inflicts harm. In the case of Jenna on the O show, I think O did harm by not acknowledging the magnitude of pain associated with infertility. She gave her audience and those who blindly follow her lead permission to do the same, and that’s just wrong in my book.
From Jenna’s blogroll I went to Bea’s blog where I read about a woman contemplating and hoping for the opportunity (very soon) to trade her usual garb for maternity clothing. My response? Well, I went beyond being envious of her pregnancy to sincerely wanting a new wardrobe for her as much as I once wanted one for me. Go Bea Go!
From Bea’s site I found a new blog I’ve never visited before: Desperate to Multiply. Portia’s recent post asks some tough questions that many of us struggling with Infertility ask routinely. Anyone in the fertile community who needs a primer on why Infertility messes so badly with the mind should read this post.
Portia took me to Amy’s site for the first time. Amy is a veterinarian. Cool. I’ve always longed for a cat to call my own, but severe allergies (manifested in the form of asthma attacks that take me to the ER) to cats, dogs, horses and just about anything on four legs prevents me from having a pet. No kids, no pet. Geez, it’s a damn good thing I’m not allergic to nice people (I’m fairly certain I’m allergic to boorish people, too) or books, wine or chocolate or I’d be an intensely rather than intermittently grumpy person.
And I wound up the evening at Nica’s site. Gotta love Nica’s graphics and blog name: Life as a Sandwich. So much to catch up on here while Nica’s on vacation. I’ll take more time in the coming days to learn about her experience living in the sandwich generation.
My parting observation tonight: anyone who thought that life without a houseful of children is uncomplicated clearly hasn’t given it much thought.
What a day, what a week and TGIF in a matter of minutes.