This year, spring in Brooklyn started with a snow storm. Not a blizzard, but enough that we had to shovel the next morning. The Ides of March, last Sunday, was indeed a windy day and with luck we’ll soon see that spring has finally sprung and the weather will start to change. Regardless of the weather, however, things are definitely continuing to change.
On Wednesday afternoon, I got to spend an hour with a baby who is just shy of four months old. It was a joy to watch him as he observed all of the things in my apartment, cataloging this new information for his future reference. He was mesmerized by our wind chimes and unsure of what to think of the cat who was friendly but cautious around this tiny human. It reminded me how the things we take for granted are still new to fresh eyes.
At the same time, my partner was visiting his daughter and first grandchild. Although the baby is just three weeks and three days old, my guy is already imagining his grandson’s future, this even tinier human.
And then, on Thursday night, the mother of a dear friend of mine passed. I’d never met her but I felt a bond with her both because she and I happen to have been born on the same day (different year) but also because she raised the extraordinary woman who is my friend. My thoughts to go my friend and her family, and also to the mothers of these little people who somehow balance out the cycle of life.
In the midst of it all, however, was, for me, the most remarkable of these milestones, wishing – for the first time – a Happy Birthday to my 2nd brother. He’s a year older than I am but it was still a first to send him a birthday card and wish him well. Somehow I feel as if I’d always known I had another brother and after over 52 years, he’s been reunited with our family.
Over the past few months, I’ve been reading research that suggests that when a woman has a child, not only does her child get the DNA of both she and the father, a trace of the child’s new DNA stays with her and then carries on to the next child and so on and so forth with any subsequent children. Perhaps this is why I’ve always felt there was someone else because, if these theories are true, I carry a piece of him in me since I came last. I like this idea that we are connected on so many levels.
Just when you think you know what’s what, everything changes. RIP Leah’s mom, welcome to the world Taylor and Obie and Happy Birthday, Scott!
Happy Spring to all in the Northern Hemisphere…and Happy Fall to my friends south of the equator!