Recently I wrote about how my thinking has changed about certain things now that I have a baby (A New Way Of Thinking, October 11) and I can’t believe I left out my heightened level of sensitivity. Maybe my hormones are still out of whack, but I am more sensitive than ever!
For as tough as my exterior is, I have always had a mushy center, a great deal of empathy for my fellow man and can be brought to tears easier than I care to admit. So while I was sensitive before becoming a mother, tearing up at every single episode of Grey’s Anatomy and Hallmark commercials, now I am a bumbling fool for just about anything and everything…especially when it comes to children. My empathy meter is definitely on overdrive.
I almost couldn’t handle last week’s Oprah featuring the recently found Jaycee Dugard, 18 years after she was abducted and the hundreds of still missing children whose parents hold on to the hope that they too will be found. My heart aches for these families and it goes without saying that I would go absolute ballistic if you were taken from me.
I didn’t realize that having a baby meant I became, suddenly, a member of the entire society of parents and that to some extent, all the children of the world would become my children and that I would bleed, a little, whenever anything happened to any child anywhere.
The best is yet to be and I’ll cry if I want to.