Stop the World

When my little child person would reach some type of overload, whatever mini-tragedy it was at the moment, he started saying, "Stop the world, mama. Stop the world." He would start having a tantrum, meltdown, or sobbing and when it was too much to bear he asked for me to stop the world. We would immediately stop everything and cuddle up. Sometimes that meant sitting on the floor of the grocery store, other times pulling the car over and him crawling up front. No matter what we were doing, it all stopped without exception.

These started as the worst moment(s) of the day, and became the treasure. The idea that we could take solace in each other even if we had caused each other's upset; truly profound. Learning how to be a person, how to function as a person, is complex. It taught me that no appointment is so critical that it can not be postponed to re-center and heal. It reminds me of the idea of making salaat; the pause to remember who you want to be, to surrender to the idea that some things are beyond your control, to wish the best for every single person around you, and to give thanks. It could seem like a nuisance to interrupt your activities, but then you rejoin them with a calmer energy as a reward.

How could a little person with so few pounds bring such an immense change to my existence? Even though I can feel overwhelmed by little battles, tiny tragedies in the moment, he can change the energy in my universe with the touch of one sweet fingertip. His sensitivity to my emotions reminds me not to take my own problems too heavily.

I think of "I Melt with You" by Modern English as one of our theme songs (though only for the main chorus). It really feels like I stop the world and melt with him. I want to stop time and soak in the moment, this time in my life. It's funny because it usually happens right in a moment I wish I could avoid or barely seem to get through, and then it becomes joy. Sharing so many powerful moments together, good and bad, brings us close like nothing I have experienced before and it is so much more than I could have imagined.

"I'll stop the world and melt with 
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time 
There's nothing you and I won't do 
I'll stop the world and melt with you"

Abnormally Sweet

Through most of my life in nearly all situations my intellect or wits have enabled me to overcome obstacles, or issues. I consider myself capable of handling anything, essentially. When I could not afford college I got a job that offered to pay tuition. When that company forgot that promise, I found a better company to work with and completed my degree while working full time; in engineering. Problems are like challenges or puzzles I enjoy solving, much like engineering.

I approached having children along these lines. Fertility issues, simply go right to the best doctor. Follow the schedule, do the acupuncture, eat the recommended food, complete the series of group therapy for support and preparation, and stay healthy. I hate shots. I get over it and take hundreds of shots to get pregnant. Problem? No problem. I got pregnant and I thrived with the pregnancy, apart from avoiding strong smells. Each medical concern that arises, we follow the doctor’s recommendations and move forward.

Then I realize with our loss that I have failed as a parent before it has even begun. My intuition felt like a constant companion, a theme song humming me through my days of my second trimester. Yet it betrayed me. My darling Maria had stopped living in the last couple weeks, and I had not the slightest idea or sense of her death. Since it was already in the past, there was no urgency or attempted resolution. There was no appropriate response or call to action. There was only silence and the intermittent soothing of my darling baby gently moving around, stroking my insides as if to calm me. His comfort immediately was my sole purpose, and yet I could hardly know if he was truly okay.

To this day I wish I could release him from the difficulties of his birth story. What good does all of my training actually provide me, all my abilities, however smart I might be, can not fix this for him. I started off as a Mom being unable to fix his first big problem. His birth being associated with death will always be his story. His sister that never got to be will always be his only sibling. When people ask if he is an only child, he will always look at me unsure which answer is the best. 

In some ways I believe it has brought us closer. They say Elvis and his mother had an abnormally close relationship. His twin did not survive birth either. I see his relationship with his mom as the absolute sweetest thing about him. Then I see how it seemed to destroy him when she died. I embrace the abnormally close relationship with my child, while I realize I will ultimately fail him as a mom once more in the most natural and unavoidable way. Another problem I can not fix.