I just realized this is maybe why mothers never sleep either. At least some mothers. At least me. Maybe it’s our only real chance at getting a taste of the Godliness of this world that our sleep-satiated mind is just not open to. Sometimes we have to get our head cracked open to see the magic, to feel the immense love in our life.
I am writing in the middle of the night, after waking just long enough to finish reading the book my sister Keren sent me called “Expecting Adam.” It’s about a couple of Harvard super-successful people who have a second child, Adam, who has Down Syndrome, and how he rocked their world, shaking their belief systems upside down, bringing the surreal into reality. They encounter paranormal phenomena while Expecting Adam, their hearts slowly ripping open through pain and then ultimately, with joy.
A Hard Day’s Work
I knew I was going to have A Moment tonight, as I expected to finish reading Expecting Adam. I even prepared a bowl of popcorn, one of my most reliable comfort foods. When Ron comes home and sees the burnt popcorn pot cooling outside the front door, I assume he braces himself for one of my moods, but this time it felt different. It was like I needed companionship while getting through those last pages. Like it was too immense to go there alone. And so, after a few hours of sleeping with Shir, I awoke, my cold popcorn bowl and the last fifty pages of the book awaiting me.
I turned on the lamp, and munched through the bowl, page after page after page. When I finished, I could feel a tear welling. Just then Shir awoke. Not that it’s such a surprise, given he wakes every hour or two in the night, but still, the timing was quite perfect. I came into the room with such joy, to curl up with this huge little being, comforting him back to sleep. I suddenly felt this WHOOSH of incredible love emanating from him. I broke down crying, one of those deep good cries when you feel such appreciation for Life.
Whispering sweet nothings with the girl in the park
We just came back from a day in Tel-Aviv. The ordinary is so magical with Shir. I met up with a friend and we set our meeting point outside a bird sanctuary. The place was still closed but the guard couldn’t let us just go away: he brought out a little hamster Shir could play with and pet. The hamster promptly pooped all over him with fear. This was after the train ride when Shir warmed every stranger who dared to open their arms to him. He literally went from arm to arm, playing now with this woman’s glasses and now pulling the strings on that woman’s shirt. You could sense how their morning was lighted up. After that we played in the park, where a four-year old girl literally fell in love with Shir, unable to move more than two centimeters from his face. Next we visited grandma at work, where every one of the workers held him, grown men and women alike, smothering him with kisses. He just took it all in.
Not sure about the flavor here…
My mom was talking about life, feelings, actually, a lot about her fears. We sat in some abandoned conference room at her workplace, as I pumped milk to give Shir from a bottle because he is too excited about Life to settle and nurse from me when we’re out in the world. Anyway, I didn’t really know what to say, as she once again said to me: “I’m talking to you openly, as if you’re my psychiatrist…” and then I noticed it. A book was lying there. Cave in the Snow, by Tenzin Palmo, about a woman who meditated for 12 years in a cave in the Himalayas. I won’t tangent off too much about her, though I could, and it would be worth it. BUT, the point is, the book was suddenly there. And I told my mom: Mom, this is for you. It just appeared, it belongs to no one; it came here for you. You know we all have angels watching us. To which my mom lighted up: You know, it’s true. My former boss said to me I have an angel watching over me. In my mom’s world, her “boss,” whoever the current one may be, is He Who Guides the World. Anyway, it suddenly placed our conversation in a different realm. The realm of Expecting Adam, where Martha Beck, the author, experiences many such encounters with angels.
Does he still see angels?
Maybe this is ordinary, but as I lay there just now next to Shir in the dark, feeling his little body glow with love, I felt this extraordinary knowing that he is here with all of this love to give, and how blessed I am to be near him. How every moment with him is a gift in itself, how every difficulty, every struggle of mine, is insignificant compared to the love he brings. I feel blessed with a gift that I feel I need to keep giving to the world. I am notorious for hating public transport, but now through Shir every bus ride, every train experience, is exciting, and an opportunity to reach out to all the strangers that we often just pass by, labeling as this or that, without connecting to this essence we all have, that Shir enables us to bring out. This essence of innocence, love, purity, trust. Maybe all babies are like that. Maybe all mothers are wired to feel that way about their babies. Thank God.
I know I may sound trite, but it feels real. I think he is the best thing that ever happened to me.
Expecting Adam: A True Story of Birth, Rebirth and Everyday Magic By: Martha Beck.
Watch the 51 minute documentary movie about Tenzin Palmo here: http://vimeo.com/45500914