Friday, March 15, 2013

Welcome



I've been in a bit of a slump this week. A funk. Sloggy and a little sad for no particular reason. I've spent a lot of time on my couch, wondering which of the following might make me feel better: a nap, making a healthy and delicious dinner, vacuuming the stairs, taking a walk, playing with baby, writing. And since exactly none of them seem like they'll make me feel that much better, I stumble upstairs, opting to try the nap, since it requires the least effort.

Yesterday was a weird day, particularly in the morning, and in the afternoon Sam and I went out to run some errands. On the way home we listened to NPR coverage of the presentation of the new pope to the world. Sam was driving, occasionally shouting at the reporters for pinheadedness, and I sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window, feeling sloggy and still not sure why. I had wanted to tell Sam all sorts of stuff about this and that, but I was quiet so he could listen. It was good for me to be quiet. Sometimes I forget that we're both in an interfaith marriage, and this was an important moment for him, one that deserved my silent respect, even if it was tinged with grumpiness.


Mostly, the reporters did a great job of evoking a scene halfway across the world. The throngs of people in the rain holding brightly-colored umbrellas, the white smoke snaking up into the sky, the Swiss guard carrying their pikes. We were on route 3, waiting for the new pope to step out onto the balcony and greet the world. And the moment when he did step out was exciting. The choice took the reporters off-guard completely, and it was amusing to hear them fumble and imagine their researchers scrambling.

If I'm honest, this didn't feel as sweet and memorable yesterday as it did this morning, when the baby woke me and I fed her, and realized that I was beginning to feel better, that the slump was slipping away. The baby and I took as long for that feeding as we wanted, utterly unrushed. She even fell back asleep in my arms, and I held her until she woke up again, thinking while she slept of yesterday, and what that must have meant to Sam.



Does this ever happen to you, that something is only lovely in memory? That maybe you were on vacation, but you were hungry and your feet hurt, so it was only later when you were comfortable and home and wearing your PJ's that you could think of the Louvre or the beach in Hawaii and feel the magic of it? I think this must be okay. I think this must be what memory is for. To make meaningful what may not seem meaningful at the time.

Because that was a lovely moment: speeding along the highway, our baby asleep in the backseat, and Pope Francis greeted a cheerful mass of Catholics in Rome, and millions more Catholics, wherever they happened to be.

Welcome, Pope Francis. It's a good world.



8 comments:

Russanne said...

This is exactly how I feel. It allows for lovely blog posts on adventures that seem sparkly. While those adventures were most likely filled with cramps and sore feet and bug bites and over priced dinners.

Thanks for articulating what I so often feel.

Douglas said...

Pope, what? Huh? Sorry I was distracted by those amazing pictures of Sam and little miss H. She is gorgeous.

Terry said...

The more I read and hear about Pope Francis, the more I like him. God bless and protect him.

Amara said...

Now I have to go read about him. I've been praying for their choice to be inspired and am sure it was.

This is how I feel even about movies. I find often as I'm having my little ten minutes or so indulgent watching with hot chocolate for breakfast, that my favorite movie I've ever watched was the one I just finished. I NEVER like the one I'm watching as much as the nostalgia for the last one.

maryanne @ mama smiles said...

I LOVE the pictures for this post. Super cute outfit, too.

I think Pope Francis sounds pretty neat (from the very little I know about him).

belann said...

It's true. Memories are often better than the real thing,and that's a good thing.

abigailfavale said...

Beautiful writing. Glad you left a link on my blog. Writing, sass, young babies, interfaith marriage - seems like we have much in common.

Elizabeth Hegwood said...

I grew up Catholic, and this year I've given it a more serious revisit than I have in a long time. I feel both deeply connected to it and confused by various things. But anyway, what I wanted to say was that Jared grew up Southern Baptist but for about two decades has identified himself as a humanist/agnostic. I could talk about this for hours - if I collect my thoughts I'll send them along. I too forget that he's in an interfaith marriage of sorts, and that it must be hard for him to understand why I am reading, for example, The Jesuit's Guide to Everything. :)