The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley
From “To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough” by Robert Burns (1785)
Why is she quoting a 230-year-old poem, you ask? Oh alright, I’ll tell you. The famous line from this poem was the inspiration for other literary works, notably John Steinbeck’s novel Of Mice and Men. For me, today it just reminds me that even though I sometimes have grand plans, the universe (what you may call G-d, Goddess, or the powers that be) thinks I should be doing something else…and I’m totally okay with that.
Back in March of this year, I let a little goal out into the universe and in a leisurely manner started on my way to reaching it – I talked about it a bit here and here. Running the LA Marathon at 40 would be an amazing accomplishment, right? It would also have the added benefit of forcing me to be more fit than I’ve ever been.
Well, the universe, in its infinite wisdom (and I truly believe that it does have it) decided to answer another request first. After all of my lamenting, and all the little monkey’s requesting, she will no longer be an only, but part of a troop. Yes, you read that right…the little Monkey is not going to be the littlest for long.
Instead of running the LA Marathon, I’ve started another kind of long-distance race, where the first stage lasts about 9 months, and the second stage never ends (but does vary in its intensity.) It’s the reason why my posts have been few and far between lately. I can’t explain the degree of tired or icky I’ve felt since early May. I’m finally starting to see the light now and enjoy the fact that at the end of the year, or perhaps the beginning of the next, we’ll have another little soul to cherish.
This is what Baby G (as I’m affectionately calling it) looked like at 10.5 weeks…and we are all excited to see how the babe will appear when it makes it’s first out-of-womb appearance.
So…while I might not be running the LA Marathon in 2016, I’ll certainly be running one of a different kind.
The kind that has me trying to rest, but being unable to most times because I already have one monkey jockeying for my attention, not to mention a full-time job outside the home.
The kind that has me up at night, trying to figure out where we will put the youngest upon its arrival.
The kind that requires its own special attire and accoutrements, more expensive than my last pair of ASICS.
The kind that lasts much, much longer than the 8 hours it would have taken me to run through the streets of downtown.
The kind that has me up before dawn feeding, wiping, changing, kissing, rocking, and likely crying.
The kind that has me cherishing every last bit of maternity leave before I have to leave both of my monkeys to the care of another.
So today on this much delayed 12th Mindful and Meditative Monday, I leave you with this: