In the past few months of my chronic absence from normal society, I have seen a few things that seem necessary to share for the up and coming parent. Some might be scary. Others might seem a touch extreme. Well, you’ve gotten this far, so we might as well jump right in.
I moved out a few months ago from a bustling neighborhood filled with kids, running chicken, smart-phoned teens and dusty floors for days. I had found a new job dealing with managing greens and veg down in the rural areas, quite close to where I had participated in some volunteer work a year back. Carrying Sam with me was a no-brainer. She’s evolving. I’m growing. Note the difference.
And so I found my way in a quiet community, more like a farmer’s market of little huts and acres upon acres of pure green tea and whistling trees, away from the buzzing of technology and electricity. I plopped my bags, Sam and my heavy weight onto the couch and wondered what would come next.
I had been diagnosed with chronic stress six months ago from heavy blogging and a 9-5 routine, and it was at that time my body was screaming and pounding at my temples to slow down. ‘The money is not as important’, it said. ‘But it really is’ I screamed back.
Unpacking was hard. Living in a different place was easy. As I said, Sam evolves. I grow. She seems to have picked up the nature quite well, as most children do. The kids in the neighborhood speak my mother tongue, and I suppose that could be a step forward in light of things.
One month ago, after delegating all the duties I had to my colleague Brian, I went back home to have some late lunch with my side kick by my car’s seat. She looked up at me and smiled. She pointed up at the unpolluted evening sky with her milk bottle and sighed.
It made me wonder what I would do next after a proper drought from the Internet and social media. It felt as if it was the right choice taking my child away from all that madness. It still does.
Now I sit by the fireplace and watch her chest rise and fall under the blanket. I write this hoping that tomorrow is as good a time now as it ever was for the future generation to grow. Evolve.
Worry does haunt me. Tech moves fast. We humans move faster. One will trip the other, and by then we won’t tell the difference between what and who.
Then again, our children are the resilient fighters we raise to be. They’ll pull through.