Pasta

I’m pregnant with my third baby.

When we spoke the other day you were insistent: “Are you eating enough pasta? It’s good for the baby.”

I tried to explain that pasta probably wasn’t the best thing I could be eating, out of all of the things… but the pasta discussion continued.

“The baby needs pasta. It needs carbs to be strong.” you said.

Reluctantly I gave up and agreed: “Yes,” I lied, “I’m eating lots of pasta.”

Happy with this, you changed the topic.

Sometimes, I need to learn to keep my mouth shut and just agree with you.

in light of yesterday

I was thinking overnight about this little boy. How in this day and age people think it is ok to farm children and pick and choose which ones they want, rejecting the slightest imperfection.

What a sad world we live in.

We are shaped and moulded carefully by those around us. The push and the pull of this influence and that. We are tumbled around like rolling gems until ever so slowly the final product emerges, beautiful and shimmering yet different to all others. I find it incredibly disheartening to think there are people out there who think they are better off being surrounded by clones of themselves, as if this will somehow enlighten them, as if it will please them.

How much they will miss out on. How much they will lose.