Exercise Wednesday: Co-authors of creation
When my son was born, I wept. My daughter, too. But today I’m thinking about my son. There’s something that’s both humbling and ego-building about making a life. There’s something truly amazing and terrifying and awe-inspiring about holding the results of your efforts in your arms, crying and helpless.
And there’s something truly heart-breaking about longing for that experience and not being able to have it.
Today’s exercise is to imagine that moment, the moment when it dawns on you that you are now responsible for someone completely helpless and dependent on you.
Or, if you’re so inclined, imagine the moment when you find out you can’t have that experience, that no matter what you try, it’s just not going to happen–that you will never be able to join in God’s act of creation. There can’t be a more devastating realization to know that your feelings of being ready for such a responsibility–and knowing that you won’t be part of that process.
These are heady topics. And if they hit close to home, then I’m sorry. But I also believe that the best writing is the writing that’s the hardest to produce. It’s the most real, and the writing that requires the most courage, either way.
What if you hold your child and your feelings aren’t the ones you think are required of a new parent? What if you’re scared to death and sure you can’t do it? What if you’re sure you can do it and you find out that you won’t be able to? What if God’s plan doesn’t fit yours? What if your aren’t sure you can manage the responsibility God laid on you?
This is a deep well. Go for it!
Time limit: 30 minutes.