When I was 42, I found myself unexpectedly pregnant. My husband and I had by no means recovered from the trauma of our first experience with babies. We'd had twins, who were now four. Nora Ephron has famously compared having a baby to setting off an explosion in a marriage. She was only talking about one baby. Two babies…the metaphor has to move to something nuclear. Somebody is always unhappy about something. Nobody ever sleeps.
Four-year olds, however, are lovely, and my husband and I had been feeling a sense of reprieve that now instantly appeared to be a cruel joke. We lamented the fact that our twins hadn't had an idyllic babyhood, since they'd been fighting for their mother's arms from the second they were born. And now they were going to have to split the parental attention three ways.
So when we told our children one night at the kitchen table that they would soon have a baby sister, we did it with heavy hearts.
"That's WONDERFUL!" said my son Milo, with a huge and simple smile. "That's great, mommy!" said my daughter Georgia, who hugged me ferociously.
Jeff and I looked at each other. The morally superior pair had just revealed themselves.
The uncomplicated nature of their joy was the really humbling thing. It's amazing that anyone can make a baby! How lucky to have a baby sister! Babies are delightful! Life is about to get so much more interesting!
Adults, with their infinite capacity for fretting, need to be reminded of such fundamentals.
I had the same experience on Wednesday, at the first meeting of the Lake Avenue Elementary School Green Team for the 2009-2010 school year. We'd put in a garden at the school in the spring. It's a group project. I would have made some different planning
decisions regarding the fence, the size, the amount of compost ordered,
the lack of a sprinkler.
But I organized the planting party, and as the most experienced vegetable gardener by far, I kept an eye on the garden over the summer. Still, it was a really bad year for vegetable gardens–the rainiest, coldest summer I can remember. I had so much work in late July that I never managed to do some things I intended: weed, edge, rip out the gone-to-seed salad and broccoli and replace them with fall crops. The cucurbits got mildew when sopping wet weather was followed by two dry weeks when nobody got a hose from the custodian. When I looked at the garden, I could only see what was wrong.
But Wednesday morning, six or seven of the shorter members of the Green Team showed up and saw the mature garden for the first time. They filled bags full of cherry tomatoes, arugula, basil, beans, lemon cucumbers, zucchini, carrots, and radishes, shouting in amazement as they picked and pulled. These kids weren't grousing about how the pole beans seemed a little sparse–they were thrilled to be harvesting the fruits of their labors.
Their excitement at the transformation of their seeds and seedlings into something they could eat was really moving. It seemed like a miracle to them. It is a miracle.Posted by Michele Owens on September 18, 2009 at 4:35 am, in the category Uncategorized.