Aus gegebenem Anlass eine leicht umgedichteter Liedtext zum objektiven Wahnsinn. Original zum dazu Anhören findet sich hier.
and you open the door and you step inside
we're inside our bellies
now imagine your child is a white ball of healing light
that's right, feel your child, the child itself,
is a white ball of healing light
i don't think so
this is your child
and all that makes him special is your love
he is no tool for your success
this is his life, and it's gonna be
just as screwed up as yours
this isn't a prize contest
and this isn't emergency rule
where you are now, you can't even imagine
what breastfeeding will be like
only with a diaper
can we be useful parents
it's only after you've let him go
that he’s free to love you truly
nothing is by the book,
everything is chaotic,
everything is just like real life
he may be a beautiful and unique snowflake
but he is the same flawed human being as everyone else
we are all a part of the same compost heap
we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world
he is not your saviour,
he is not the clothes he wears
he is not his chinese-speaking nanny
he is not his kindergarten
he is not your folic acid
he is not your water birth
he is not his fucking buggy
you have to give birth
you have to realize that he is just a child,
until you know that you are useless
i say let him never be complete
i say may he never be content
i say deliver me from children’s yoga class
i say deliver me from prodigies
i say deliver me from ritalin and parenting guidebooks
i say you have to give birth, let him evolve
and let the chips fall where they may
i just want to love him as hard as i can
welcome to parenthood
if this is your first child
you have to fight
4 Kommentare:
i am so sure you will be able to love your son the way he is and will be - and even if you might have days and weeks and some time in the future even months when you hate him - you will still love him and not throw him out of the window. just because he's your son. because that's supposed to be enough. and it is.
and whenever you think you don't have enough strength to go on fighting - for and against him - he will give you that strength - because that's what children do - even if they are not your own. i really believe that. and i believe in your strength anyway - you know that!
love n.
hey, und übrigens: DEIN BAUCH IST NICHT PUBLIC PROPERTY!!!! auch wenn unglaublich viele leute das zu glauben scheinen und sicher nicht unnett meinen. es stimmt nicht! davon bin ich mindestens so überzeugt, wie von dem, was ich im a nderen kommentar geschrieben habe...
*LOL*
Ich las den Titel dieses Blogeintrages, und dachte SOFORT an das "dazugehörige" Lied! Und ich war nochnichtmal beim ersten Satz Deines Eintrages angekommen!
"Great minds think alike", eh?
Schon n cooles Lied.
Danke für das Feedback. Ich muss feststellen, dass der (subjektiv von mir bei anderen wahrgenommene objektive) Wahnsinn immer größer wird, je mehr ich mich darüber aufrege. Das bedeutet wohl, dass ich mich zu sehr reinsteigere. Also positiv denken: Es ist ja toll, dass jeder die Verantwortung, die ein Kind bedeutet, so ernst nimmt. Vielleicht reagiere ich ja nur so allergisch, weil ich ja grade einen langen, harten Kampf (noch nicht ganz) hinter mir habe, um mich von meinem überzogenen, unsinnigen Über-Verantwortungsgefühl zu befreien. Und jetzt zeigt meine Umgebung genau die Form von Hysterie, mit der ich früher meine Arbeits- und sämtliche andere (gefühlte) Verantwortung angegangen bin. Also, lächeln und drüberstehen und sich nicht von dem ganzen Stress anstecken lassen.
In diesem Sinne berichte ich im nächsten Eintrag in hoffentlich locker-amüsanter Form mal wieder von etwas subejktivem Wahsninn. :)
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