TRENTON, New Jersey- I’m sitting in front of the TV in my daughter’s living room, holding my 3-week old grand daughter, Maya. She’s been asleep since we got in after a 3-hour drive from Kensington. I was hoping she’d be wide awake and babbling by now. But I am reminded that at this age, babies just sleep and sleep and only wake up to feed. “So, don’t wake her up," I am sternly told by her grand mother. “And don’t kiss her on the face, just on the head and hands." I guess I’ll just have to wait.
Again.
So I distract myself by watching todays
news. There’s a media frenzy about the death of Anna Nicole Smith. Setting
aside all the tawdry details, what strikes me is an interview she gave a few
years ago. Asked how she felt about being forced to lose weight in order to
stay in shape as a fashion model for Guess jeans, she simply said: “We should
be allowed to eat." A rather poignant response, I think to myself. I look
at baby Maya’s angelic face and I nod approvingly while I whisper in her ear.
“Don’t worry, little one, you will not starve. And you’re not going to be a fashion
model either."
The images on TV show Anna Nicole after
she gave birth to her second child, Daniellyn. A few days later, her 20-year
old son dies - in the same hospital where the baby was born. “She’s doing her
best as a mother coping with grief and caring for Daniellyn," one
commentator said, “in the only way she knows how, with the hand that she’s
dealt with."
Flipping through yesterday’s papers, I
read up on Space Shuttle pilot Lisa Nowak and how she struggled through a dual
career as astronaut and mother. Nowak was arrested on charges of attacking a
woman in Florida.
“Life after a mission could have been very hard for Captain Nowak,” said a
former NASA physician. “You’re the rock star, you’re at the high of your high,
you have this great, wonderful, super-elevated moment in space. You come back
and you’re cleaning up your kids’ mess and cooking.
What’s more, the astronaut returns to a
husband who has been doing solo parenting duty and expects to get a break, only
to hear, ‘Hey, this is your problem now.’ It could be wrenching. Some of those
things can just conspire to nail you." Captain Nowak has twin 5-year-old
girls and a teenage son. She’s a picture of bliss holding one of the daughters
during their baptism.
And did you read the one about two
ancient skeletons found locked in an embrace? “They died young and, by the
looks of it, love,” according to a newspaper account. Archaeologists discovered
the prehistoric bones near the city where Shakespeare set the tragic tale of
Romeo and Juliet.
Based on the unusual and touching pose,
one expert determined that “it was born of a deep sentiment. From thousands of
years ago we feel the strength of this love. Yes, we must call it love."
This last story has the happiest ending
of all. After 25 years, a 76-year-old
Thai mother, Jaeyaena Beuraheng, is reunited with her seven children who were
told their mother died in an accident. She had apparently caught the wrong bus
home after a shopping trip across the border to Malaysia . Unable to speak the
local dialect, she couldn’t tell anybody that she was lost and wanted to return
home. She ended up as a beggar, living in a homeless shelter until one day some
visitors heard her sing in a dialect that they recognized. “She sang her same
old song, one that nobody could understand," said one of the shelter’s
staff who asked the visitors to talk to the woman and find out if she had
relatives. Jaeyaena recounted her own story, of how she had gotten lost in
northern Thailand
and how she missed her seven children. The news of her discovery shocked her
family who immediately brought her home to their village. She remembered all
her children’s names and her grandchildren were still hugging and kissing her
two days after her return.
It’s been more than two hours already and
Desiree picked up baby Maya from her doting grandfather. “You can wake her up
now, Dad,” she tells me. “It’s time for her milk.”
Ah, the things we do for love. Happy
Valentines Day.
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