I’m sitting in a coffee shop in Calgary reflecting on an email I got this morning from my husband. It was titled “Come Home.” As I read the email I laughed aloud as he recounted how our puppy ate my Birkenstocks while he was in the shower this morning. Yesterday, it was one of my pairs of Danskos. She’s not typically a shoe-destroyer, so one can only assume she misses the smell of my feet, and me, by extension. He says that he, too, misses me. Thankfully he doesn’t show it by eating my shoes.
Being away from home for a week by myself is a good reminder of the blessings I have in my life. There are so many – and prep yourself because I am going to talk about them.
For one thing, my job, which brought me to Calgary is a blessing. I work in the exact intersection of things that I love – communications, writing, media, working with people, and environmental issues. It is not always a fun job, thankless at times, but it is rewarding and full of opportunities to learn and grow. I love it. The past week in Calgary for the International Pipelines Conference has re-shaped my perception of pipeline folks entirely. There were amazing sessions on working through environmental challenges, improving safety, learning about ways that pipeline infrastructure actually changes ecosystems to cause certain animals to thrive – and so many more! The ones that appealed to me most directly dealt with utilizing social media and the internet to include the public in routing decisions and educate them on issues that they care about. I also LOVED learning about the ways that companies work with First Nations communities to share ownership of infrastructure, accommodate cultural and lifestyle differences, and achieve social license to operate. This is cool stuff, people. And for those who might question how a self-described environmentalist can work in this space, I will remind you again that THIS is where change happens and that our voices are often strongest on the inside of an organization as we strive to achieve best practices. Moreover, unless you can say you don’t use metals, electricity, gasoline, and the myriad other fuels and materials derived from natural resource development – then you are a silent accomplice to the means that brings your iPad to your lap while you watch Hulu. So, in my opinion it’s best to be a part of the conversation.
After a rough few weeks in the office, that at times made me questions how I would be able to continue to work effectively once Baby Frankie is born, I feel refreshed and renewed by my week here. I was dreading it, but instead I came away inspired.
In other blessings, it now occurs to me that in just over a week my sisters and another friend will be hosting my BABY SHOWER! My sister has been calling it the Frank and Beans baby shower, since we are doing it outdoors, with a fire, barbecue, lawn games, and warm fall drinks – and we are referring to the baby using the moniker, Baby Frankie.
It has taken many months for my coming role as a mother to really settle in for me. Perhaps it is the constant kicking in my belly, or the fact that the shower we plotted out months ago is finally here, or the fact that my maternity clothes are actually a NECESSITY now, but the reality of our coming baby is beginning to hit me in the most pleasant way! Rather than fretting over how to manage this new variable in our lives, I am softening into daydreams of snuggling with a little newborn, breastfeeding, and sharing all the special moments that happen when a new life is created. (As I typed that, I thought to myself that the me from a few years ago would have gagged a bit at the mushiness of that sentence, but that was before the influx of hormones that makes me gaze adoringly at babies and want to stroke their soft little baby skin.) I’ll just go ahead and admit it now: I am going to be an obnoxious mom. My poor child, like everything I love, will have the scars to prove my attachment. Of that, I’m sure. I love hard, and leave marks – physical and otherwise. Just ask my stuffed animals, my husband, any former love, and my family. But, loving hard can’t be all bad. My puppy misses the smell of my feet, so I can only assume she loves me hard right back!
The last blessing I want to talk about today is the blessing of health. I have watched with alternating fascination and horror as my body has changed with pregnancy. I’ve talked about it plenty here. My thighs, oh my thighs! What are these things I once knew as my muscular legs? Hah. I remind myself that they are blessings too. I have health, wellness, and a body that is supporting me well as I grow a tiny hew human. Sure, I occasionally feel tired, or my feet hurt, but overall I have been blessed with health through this pregnancy (with the exception of a wildly under active thyroid for a bit there…). I have read several books on pregnancy and birth, all of which encourage a certain reverence for the wonders of the female body’s ability to create and support life. On an intellectual level I completely get that, but I am working to understand that in my day-to-day reality as I see myself in the mirror and feel shocked by the belly that juts out in front of me. I reflect daily on the challenge of labor and what will be required of my body to birth and support a child. Then I look at my hips and thighs with a new admiration. These “maternal stores” come with the territory as my body becomes a life-giving machine. I am beginning to recognize that the hips, which I have often joked would never be able to birth a child unless I starved the thing, are now preparing to do that. My frame is small, and it is entirely focused on a single purpose now – allowing the growth, support, and passage of a baby. Wow. That is wild stuff.
Anyway, if you have made it to this point in my very long blog post, I am impressed with your curiosity and perseverance. I have many other blessings, which I suppose I should reserve for another post. I will close by acknowledging the many sources of love and support in my life that give me the confidence and security to embrace this new direction in my life. Thank you!