I know what you're thinking. "From Maria von Trapp to the miracle of life?! SLOW DOWN, LINDSAY, it's only your second post."
I know, I know.
But might I add, "SLOW DOWN, blog reader, with your thoughts and assumptions that this post will be super deep and emotional."
All I'm saying (stick with me, this is the part where you learn that I am long-winded) is, throughout my early semesters of college I tended to take classes that were not necessarily related to each other in most ways, shapes, or forms. (Okay, I confess that maybe they were related in that they were not math or science or one of those classes that gives you a concrete marketable skill.) But often, there were weird, creepy overlaps in the content of my unrelated courses. Let's make up an example since my memory fails me on an actual one.
Monday afternoon: French 2001. Jean-Luc Godard is used as an example in our textbook. Oh la la.
Tuesday morning: Sociology 1001. We learn that everyone is born into a set of constructs. We discuss how societal norms affect and shape a person's perspective. Film is brought up. The amount of violence in American-made films is greater than the amount of violence in French films. We talk about it, french film, ya know, sociologically.
Thursday Night: Introduction to Film Criticism Part I. Topic on the syllabus: Novelle Vague. aka. the French New Wave. aka. Let's watch lots of clips from films by everyone's fave: Jean-Luc.
Friday: I probably eat french fries for lunch. And maybe even take a moment or two to wonder, "Did Monsieur Godard like fries?"
No, the point of this post is not French filmmakers. I suppose it is about synchronicity. It was exciting and enriching to have content overlap in college. Sometimes, out here in the post-college-big-kid world, things tend to crop up at the same time, too.
Welcome back to the part where I talk about the title of this post. Congratulations. You made it. As a reward (lucky you!) here is my thought about birth and synchronicity right now.
A friend of mine just welcomed a baby boy into the world. And another friend's brother just welcomed two new baby girls. Maybe this seems like not too many babies for some people. But this baby boy is really the first baby of my group of friends. (Excluding one very far away baby who is awesome but I unfortunately live too far away from to see often.) He is the first baby whose mom I saw with a belly and thought, "I can't believe we used to be 15 and goofing off at lunch in the high school cafeteria and now you are CRANKING OUT A KID. HOLY MOLY." The two baby girls are a happy collision of timing with this new baby boy who I am going to smother with love for the rest of his life.
All in one week. Three babies! The same week I popped out a blog. I'm pretty sure this little baby took a lot less time to cook in the oven (but then again, maybe it has been simmering for a while...) and I am 100% sure it was less painful. But I like that it came at an exciting time of new beginnings.