When i approached my gym last night, I caught sight of a small girl bouncing a ball in the Daycare section of the facility...I've seem many a girls bounce balls, playing with their friends, but for some reason this one freaked me out tonight.
Seeing tiny humans, under developed, and learning basic skills to exist on the planet Earth, and interacting with other under developed tiny humans. Let's not forget the note about that tiny human having to be extruded from a human female's vagina, most likely on a hospital bed, with bright lights shining on her, and doctors and nurses in white coats...As a female, I'm expected to someday do the same.
Some day I am expected to create a life, with the assistance of a male, of course (right.)
Some day I am expected to produce a child, to delicate my life to the growth and well being of my own personal tiny human. She or he will carry my DNA, hopefully my personalty, maybe I can instill some of my values, and if I'm lucky, she or he will grow to be a successfully functioning party of a community.
Compared to animals, (I know we don't think of our selves as animals, but we are,) we spend an astonishing amount of time raising our young. Another animal that spends a significant time raising their young is the orangutan. Orangutans spend at least five years caring for their offspring, and wait at least 8 years in between pregnancies to ensure each child is getting all the attention and care they deserve....think about that for a second.
Now, do we have to spend an extend amount of time raising our youth, because we've created such a complicated life for the human species? That's a lost topic for most, because our intelligence is thought to far surpass "animals" such as the orangutan. What if they have the better life.
What if animals have the better life, because instead of trying to improve on nature, they allowed nature to improve their lives. Why has our development of the modern world been fighting what we were born into. Our species and every species on this planet was given all the supplies, nutrients, and landscapes needed to flourish. Why did we need to invent plastic?
No doubt I am equipped to raise a child in today's life, having been raised in it myself. I have a lot to learn, but don't we all. However, when and if I do pop out a baby, I will be sure to teach it the most basic and primal skills required to survive.
-Nutrition: A scene of what food is effective in promoting growth and energy in the body, and what is ineffective in helping him or her grow.
-Exercise: How to make the body strong, how to build a muscle. How to pay attention to the way we move, and make clear that we are capable of extraordinary strength and physical skill.
-Self Care: The idea of listening to your body, knowing when to feed it, what to feed it, getting all the vital nutrients to nurture a strong and healthy body. Knowing when something is painful, and when to stop pushing. The importance of sleep.
-Mindfulness: Realizing that nothing disappears on this planet. Teaching to reduce your unnatural impact on the Earth, and care for the mother of our species. Show her respect, and show yourself respect, to live in a harmonious manner. Checking in with one's mind, and allowing yourself to be present.
-Perseverance: The idea that you are capable. The ability to overcome mental blocks, realizing that what's stopping you is often only mental. The idea of looking at your situation in black and white, identifying what's difficult, and how you can over come and move past obstacles in the pursuit of betting yourself.
-Compassion: An awareness that we are all human, and we should support each other in our individual quest for happiness. That we all have emotions, and that a little kind gesture can go a long way. The ability to make friends, and form meaningful relationships with people. The ability to care for those close to you, and think about others.
Granted this is not a final list of ideas I wish to pass on, this is a general scene of who I want my child to be. I'd love for them to be like me. I'm proud of myself, and what my parents made of me, and what I've made of myself.
All that being said, I'm terrified of being responsible for a life.
Live Well,
-Kattatonic
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