Now that I am pushing 40 with a bun in the oven, I have an ever growing desire to feel young, look young, and do what young people do. It totally made scene to me to turn to social media. I heard that the young folk stopped Facebooking and Tweeting and now Instagram. So what do you know, I am now on Instagram. (As I get more “with it” I plan to continue using BarbieandherBike) I am fascinated with #technology because within a day, my home page knew that I liked dogs, yoga, bike riding, beach vacations, sunsets/sunrises, and was pregnant. #WhattheWhat?!
Shortly after, I started following a yoga instructor who posted pictures of herself nine months prego is full expression poses, and I was like, “I can so do that despite society telling me to slow my activity down.” The more I learned about her the more I learned about #LandonsLegacy. As the story goes, she lost her baby shortly after he was born. She shares her inspiration and grief with amazing bravery.
Her story hits so close to home. How would I ever deal with this same situation? Would God really punish me again with the loss of my baby and the loss of my mother? Our struggles are not always fair but it is what we are given.
Everyday I get more sucked into the details of her life. Social media has a way of doing this. She says she is reading the book Signs of Life: A Memoir. Yes, another book recommendation that I added to my collection. True to what she ways, I cannot put the book down. It is about a five month pregnant lady whose husband passes away. She then has to raise her baby without her husband.
This adds a whole new dimension to me thinking that I have problems. Yeah, the mister and I get into arguments but at least he is around to get mad at. I think about getting the nursery ready for BabyBoy and I dream about my mom knitting a blanket for him, just like she did for me and my sister. She is not here to take advice from nor to get on my nerves. There is no way to get her back.
All of this could make you sad and make you stop reading. But for me, it is a healing process. It is a time for learning. It is healing to know that I am not the only one in the world who has lost a loved one and has to move on with life. I learn about how other women have survived without a baby, a husband, or a mom.
In all that, we figure it out and find our own truths.
Who know that in the mist of all those selfies, I would find #technology teaching me truths of life.