February 19, 2008
So things seem to be at a standstill. Miss Bird Brain couldn't make an appointment for 'one of those things' so I have to wait ... and wait... and wait for my next menstral cycle. My life is on hold waiting for my "cycle" to get its act together. I feel like the world revolves around the shedding of my uterus - as if it had the power to stop time and, for some reason, it takes pleasure in teasing me! "Ha ha! You can't make me! Nya nya nya nya nya!!!"
Whatever.
I said this before, but... A popular belief among people of my tribe is that a baby picks its parents before they are even born. Some women swear that they dream about their children just before they find out they're pregnant. I don't know what to think about when I hear these things... but it gives me some comfort.
Another dream last night:
In my dream someone told me that there was this baby in the other room. I went to see it and it was sleeping. As I looked down at it (don't know if it was a he or a she) its eyes opened. It looked at me... and then gave me the biggest smile. For some reason, I had a feeling that it was choosing me to be its mom. I knew it was mine.
This was a very short dream.
who is this Sadie Marie anyway?!?
- Sadie Marie
- Indian Country, United States
- Sadie Marie is a quirky at times, 30-something year old native american girl on the brink of change. Not quite a woman yet, she views the world with childlike eyes. She likes to rant, dream, create, and rock boats. She doesn't give a rat's ass about spelling, punctuation, or grammer in her blogs. Nonetheless, she does wish you'd come along for the ride, "I wanna share some native baby making adventures." Warning: Though she considers herself a pretty upbeat person, Sadie tends to rant and whine a lot.
1 comment:
Wow! What a wonderful dream. I've actually had a similar one, a while back, though it was much longer and more involved. When I finally looked into the eyes of the child in my dream, I felt this flood of absolute pure love unlike anything else I've ever known in my life. It was amazing. I can't help but feel these dreams bode well for both of us.
There's a similar sentiment to your people's belief that I've heard in Russia. Russians often say that we don't choose to have children, they choose to have us.
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