So Lost

If you come to think about it, it is a strange thing to know that in the moment of one’s birth the life of at least one person was permanently changed. 

That’s a big impact for a first time entrance.

Whether she had been pining for the day to arrive or dreading it, that day would have had the greatest impact on her future life.  

The mere fact that one enters the scene so completely oblivious of that is almost comical.  

I am here.  Take care of me.

When will we ever assert our needs with such irreproachable forcefulness?  When will we ever care so little about who is providing us with food and protection? 

We don’t choose our parents and they don’t choose us – often they don’t really choose whether to have us either.  The family unit usually is an arrangement forged entirely by chance.

Growing up, we may come to realize the many challenges our arrival once posed on our parent(s).  We may also eventually come to see our once almighty life givers in a more realistic light as we come to resemble them if only by entering adulthood.

Usually we end up loving them for all their humanity, their flaws, ticks, and annoying antics and for how hard they tried, being just that human and yet, so lost.