Sunday Secret

pinkThe business of being birthed is a complicated one. The way we whoosh and slide and wriggle into this world is something that has always intrigued me. I was born feet first, breech, with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, making it hard for me to command an impressive first appearance.

But I made it, along with the rest of humanity. I shot myself down the birth canal and eventually found my way into the odd lighting that greeted me as I took my first breath. I think the fact that I navigated that gnarly route is enough to make me a champion, however, there is more to it, there is more to the deal once you’ve promised to become a person. Of all the times I’ve tried to express the large responsibility that any new human has, once their feet or hands or roars inflict the atmosphere, I’ve never read anything as fitting as what Kurt Vonnegut wrote in God Bless You, Mister Rosewater:

“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”

Thanks Mothers. Thank you Kurt. And thank you babies for being willing to venture into the landscape that will ultimately test your ability to be kind yet, in the end, reflect back to you that it all comes back to you and your righteous heart, thereby making the world go ’round.

Happy We’re Doing the Best We Can Day,
Martha the Mournfully Magical Mother

One Comment on "Sunday Secret"

  1. Mary says:

    Amazing. Thank you Cupcake.