Mind If I Join?
Sitting in a dark corner of the restaurant, reading the book she had brought with her, checking the time on her wrist watch. 8:15pm her blind date should have been here 15 minutes ago. There was no excuse for his tardiness until he shows up. Heaving a sigh picking up her purse, straightening her slim figure hugging black dress over her thighs, she takes her book off the table leaving a tip for the time the waiter spent waiting on her. Leaving empty handed she thought to herself " Why am I not good enough for one of these blind dates to show up?"
As I sit and type on a laptop that will eventually become obsolete, I sit and wonder what the world will be like after generation Z is through with it. Where will we be? I sit and fear the day my children birth my grandchildren. A day that should be a joyous occasion, but will be muddled with fear. The reason behind this is, because generation Z is known as cancel culture. The ultimate cancel generation. Generation Alpha may be the last generation to see some of the last greatest voice actors there were from the older days the good things from our past. You all see cartoons, books, and even music as offensive and have this urge to cancel everything you don’t like. My words to you granted I am at the end of the Millennial generation is this. I am happily married to a boomer, who is raising, Alpha kids, kids who very well will not see the offense in old things, but find a way to do better! At least that is my hope.
The impact of infant loss.
The losses we feel everyday in our lives are not insignificant, they all hurt, sting and make us feel extremely lost without that person. Although everyone has different views on loss, those that hurt the most are the loss of an infant. A spectacular blessing that has brought so much joy in a short amount of time. For a mother that time is including the nine months she carries the infant as well. However, losing that blessing is the most soul crushing feeling ever. I remember the night vividly everyday, I remember the feeling of guilt, and feeling like my heart was shattering. Waking up to my husband saying " dear there is something wrong with the baby". Immediately grabbing my glasses off the stand beside the bed grabbing our little boy from him, Immediately starting CPR even though with a medical background they say you are not allowed to work on your own family. I was the only one trained to respond to this type of situation. That situation is completely different when its your own family, the amount of guilt you feel, the constant battle inside of you, wondering everyday if you did everything you were trained to do. Those are things I do not wish on anyone else to ever know what it feels like.