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Amber Hinds

Gillette, WY
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April 17, 2013

Breathless

There are moments as a parent when I just don’t know how to breathe.

Sweet moments when the breathlessness accompanies deep rivers of love, like when I melt at the perfect baby girl nursing in my arms.  When her dark gray eyes lock into mine and she pauses to give me a magical milky grin.  There are moments heavy with astonishment and wonder as I watch my blossoming preschooler grow into an amazing little girl right before my eyes, capable of more than I imagined mere months ago.  Then there are other moments when I look down, stumbling, at a tear-stained face begging me not to leave.  When I’ve tried reasoning and discussing, questioning and reassuring, and I know all I can do now is leave my little girl in a puddle on the dance studio tiles, despite my painful desire to scoop her up and smother her with love all the way home.  Sometimes, I can barely catch my breath trying to gather courage to do what is best when it hurts to do it.  And, in contrast, there are days when I find myself holding my breath just to keep from exploding; counting for patience as I try to remind myself it’s unfair to expect a preschooler to act like anything other than a preschooler.  Moments at either end of the spectrum, from frustration and inadequacy to overwhelming joy and gratitude, all change the echo of my heartbeat, rushing or slowing the rise and fall of my chest.  It’s a wonder I can breathe at all given how very much I feel parenting, and that is the thing that has surprised me most about this journey I’m on.

I wrote a while back about how much becoming a mother has changed my reaction to the world.  How suddenly I am able to view experiences though the lens of someone who has so very, very much to lose.  Last night, that was all I could think about.  One of my dearest friends was supposed to be running in the Boston Marathon.  Last time she ran, her husband and daughter cheered her on at the finish line; this time she was looking forward to having two babies watch her cross.  But, while training this winter my friend tore cartilage in her knee and had to make the tough decision to not race.  Maybe that injured knee wasn’t such a bad thing after all — maybe it was incredibly lucky.

I just can’t stop myself from wondering what is going on in our world.  What is going on in my daughters’ world?  Most of the time, we feel isolated and safe.  We felt far away from the “bad guys” on our a tiny spit of sand where everyone left keys in cars and kitchen doors unlocked; now that we’ve moved we feel just as protected, lost in the middle of nowhere Wyoming.  Other times reality shakes us to the core.

I look at my little girls and I think about how every single person started this way: innocent and precious, naturally inclined to do good.  Each person was once a baby quietly sleeping in someone’s arms.  Each person was once a small child, pure, and eager to love.  But somewhere along the way we fail some of them.  Their parents fail them.  Their teachers fail them.  Their communities fail them.  Their government fails them.  We all, collectively, fail them, and instead of growing up to be the kind of people who rush to the aid of others after a bomb, they grow up to be the kind of people who detonate the bomb.

After terrifying events such this, we sift through evidence, hearsay, and gossip in hopes of answering the question on everyone’s lips: “Why?”  We look for someone to blame or something to which we can point as the “cause,” so we can reassure ourselves that it wouldn’t happen in our town to our family — and most especially that the villain wouldn’t be our son or daughter.  Yet despite all the discussion and despite the seemingly increasing frequency of these incidents, there never appears to be any real answers or solutions.  No matter where or who we are and what we are doing we are all equally safe…and we are all equally unsafe.  We can’t anticipate everything.  We can’t account for the madness or evils in others.  We can’t help the blinders we wear when it comes to our children.  We can’t imagine the unimaginable.

As a parent, that knocks the wind out of me. It down-right terrifies me.

It terrifies me because I don’t know how to explain such unbelievable malice to a daughter who can’t comprehend why one child would want to take a toy away from another, let alone why an adult would inflict physical violence on someone else.  It terrifies me because I can’t guarantee continued innocence and bliss when I can’t even assure a lifetime of safety.  And it terrifies me to think that there is no promised path through the maze of parenting to my end goal of a kind, successful, happy and healthy adult child.  The weight of this incredibly wonderful yet profoundly serious endeavor can be suffocating.

Today I felt a flicker of panic.  I looked at my girls and I felt all the questions, all the endless possible tragedies, reverberating in my heart.  I felt the weight of motherhood and its awesome responsibilities bearing down on me.  And then I did the only thing I could do: I took a deep breath and vowed to enjoy that exact moment, the one after it, and the one following that.  I thought of the Mr. Rogers quote oft-shared today to “look for the helpers” in times of disaster, and I remembered that even in times of blackness there are stars.

We can’t live in fear.  We can’t raise our children in fear.  We can only do our best, staying alert, but also celebrating each moment and living love.  Love for our communities and friends, love for our families, and most especially love for the wondrous little people who take our breath away.  If we do that then I have to hope all else will turn out fine.

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  • Jessica
    April 17, 2013

    Beautifully written. I’ve been navigating through all of these emotions myself. It’s so hard to wrap my head around it. Reading this helped the fog clear a bit.

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  • Christine Myers
    April 17, 2013

    Well said Amber. Life is one moment at a time and we need to focus on holding on to the good ones that leave us breathless, and care for each other.

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  • anne
    April 17, 2013

    Beautiful, as always. Thanks.

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  • Lovelorn Poets (@lovelornpoets)
    April 17, 2013

    Beautiful, Amber! In the face of pain and sadness we must all search for the joy and beauty. It is there if we open our eyes and let it in.

    Reply
  • Hannah Wilde
    April 19, 2013

    You have a wonderful way with words…..I hope you are enjoying Wyoming, just wait, summer will come and you will love it!!!!!

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    • Amber
      Hannah Wilde
      April 20, 2013

      Thanks, Hannah! I hope so. 🙂

      Reply
  • Engineer Mum
    April 25, 2013

    Looking for The Helpers in all things really helps! To see that light of brightness in the world as much as we can gives us hope. You write beautifully! Glad I found you via Documenting Delight! Rosana, Engineer Mum

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