A baby is a tiny, sweet thing. With tiny, sweet toes.
Pure potential. But completely there.
Babies need:
love, protection, caring, acknowledgment, rest, nourishment, space to grow, quiet, comfort, people to smile at it, more love…
Babies do not need:
noise, pressure, prodding, poking, to hear all the reasons why different aspects of their life might not be so great…
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
When you are getting to know a new idea that has come (or is on its way) into your life, it is a tiny, sweet thing.
It does not matter if it this is a business thing, an artistic yearning, a creative spark, a pull, a book you might write someday, a place you need to go to, your new idea.
It is small and new, and it needs your love and protection.
And sometimes what’s best is for it is to only be witnessed by people who will tread softly in its presence.
Who respect the shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Who believe in you and in this tiny, beautiful thing.
Protection.
If this extremely small creature is going to grow and become its own being, it needs unconditional love.
And time to catch its breath.
And sometimes that means keeping it apart from anyone who doesn’t understand this.
Hurt.
It’s not that they don’t mean well. Because they do.
Much like the monsters and walls and stucknesses who want only to protect us with their criticism. To keep us from getting hurt.
Telling you all the things that might be wrong with your baby is something they do (mostly) because they love you. They worry about you. They want you to be okay.
You can honor their intention. Or not. Thank them for their wisdom. Or not.
Either way, you still have a responsibility to this tiny, precious thing.
Shoes.
Sometimes it’s people we love most. The ones who love us most.
We want to tell them about our hopes and dreams and worries and loves.
We want to share all of it.
And then these people who love us so much want to jump in and protect us from all the things that could go horribly wrong.
They might not mean to throw shoes. In fact, those shoes might not even be shoes. But ow, they hurt when they land.
And we all know from experience what happens when tiny, little ideas can’t bear that kind of pain.
Sovereignty.
Sovereignty can be an elusive, challenging thing to practice.
Sovereignty is the quality — and the experience — of not giving a damn what other people think because you feel comfortable and safe in your own space.
It’s being yourself and having room to do it in.
It’s a useful thing to work on. And it’s not the easiest thing in the world.
Boundaries.
Sometimes this means not telling certain people about a baby idea until the idea can walk.
Sometimes they can hear about it but they don’t get to give input.
Sometimes you can ask them to write down all their input and give it to you later, when you and your baby are not so vulnerable and easily shaken.
Sometimes you need to be very firm about what is an okay thing to say and what is not. Or asking clearly for what you need and want.
Sometimes you realize you need more people in your life who can say oh wow, look at its beautiful smile, and fewer people in your life who are going to loudly wonder when it’s going to stop looking so deranged.
Space.
Baby ideas need space to grow in.
Safe, loving space to grow in.
Time.
Baby ideas need time to come into themselves.
To be fussed over and flirted with. To be curious about the world.
Love.
If you had a tiny, sweet baby you wouldn’t let people swing it carelessly around.
Or tell you how its ears are kind of weird looking.
Or terrify you with a list of all the things that could theoretically be going wrong with it right this second even though you were just visiting the doctor and she said everything was fine.
Instead, you ask them to give your tiny, sweet thing a little space.
And then you go to your tiny, sweet thing and you whisper to it. And sing to it. And love it. Because it’s yours. And it’s alive. And it will do the most astonishing things.
Maybe it already has.
Comment zen.
There are lots of smart, interesting things that we could say about why feedback is often useful, and why sharing “constructive criticism” can sometimes be useful.
Today isn’t that day.
Today is the day where we say awwwww look at that. Today is the day when we say oh wow you are bringing something into the world — how do you feel?
Today is the day when we are genuinely curious about what we could create if no one was telling us why we couldn’t.
And yeah, first person who asks if I’m having an actual baby gets kicked in the shins.
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Beautiful metaphor, Havi, with the potential to be extremely helpful for me. For one thing, though I may sometimes feel as if I’m on shaky ground when trying to stand up for myself — if there’s a baby dream that needs my protection? Then I can be the fierce mama tiger I need to be to keep that precious angel safe, warm, well-fed, and wrapped in unconditional love.
So — wow, sudden insight here — this is a way I can avoid overidentifying with my fledgling dreams/ideas/projects — because they aren’t me, they’re just created by me — yet can also allow myself to fall head over heels in passionate, goofy love with them, because ohmygod it’s a baby! Detachment without distancing — oh, I’m having trouble articulating this, but I really feel that I’m onto something here.
Thank you so much for the inspiration. I will carry the question with me throughout the coming day: what could I create if no one (myself included) was telling me why I couldn’t?
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“You must give birth to your images.
They are the future waiting to be born.
Fear not the strangeness you feel.
The future must enter you long before it happens.
Just wait for the birth, for the hour of the new clarity.”
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
Somehow this quote instantly came to my mind when I read your beautiful post (even though it is more about the pre-natal stage). Thank you, Havi, I will find a moment today to think about what I could create if no one was telling me why I couldn’t.
Thank you, it’s definitely a metaphor I can use.
I often feel I should blog more about projects and plans, but I haven’t really had criteria for when something is ready to tell others about and when it should stay private a while longer … just an urging of “should”s and “ought”s…
There’s currently a lot of pressure to be transparent as a blogger, and little help to think through the conflicts that might cause. This will help.
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Wow.
Hugs n humungus thanks.
I’m sure this resonates with lots of us!
xxxxxxxxxxx
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Wow.
You really pass that quiet, precious space of the new-born.
I realise that sometimes in my rush to have people say, ‘Wow – isn’t she beautiful,’ that I maybe expose my dream-babies to the outside world a little too soon.
And yes, there are times when I can set boundaries as to what can be said or not said, but there is something magical about parent-and-baby shhhh time.
Sigh.
Look at its little toes.
So perfect.
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I love this post. I want to print it out and stick it on my desk.
I recently wrote on my blog about how *different* scares people, so they sometimes try to protect you from your ideas if they don’t fit inside their box of perception. Most of them are trying to be nice, but it makes things bad and messy.
I need these reminders often (the reminders in this post, that is). It’s easy for me to slip into the mindset that I should wave my idea bravely in front of the crowds so that I can just find out right away if it’s dumb/impossible. But that usually ends up with people judging a baby like it’s a fully grown adult.
Thank you, Havi.
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(This is me talking about me. Not anyone else, even if you think I’m talking about you and saying you should be like this. Because that’s not what I’m saying.)
When I’m faced with those folks (even the folks who live in my brain) who might think my babies ears are funny, I rewind the process and try to remember that before the baby comes out there are very strong contractions that the baby needs to get it out, clear its lungs, cover it with immune building goo, and sometimes there’s even poop. Then I just pretend that my resistance (or others, which is usually more imagined by me than actual) is helpful, albeit painful, contractions that are squeezing my baby out. And poop.
And for me (me), I sometimes would rather have someone tell me that my baby’s ears are funny because at least that means they have noticed my baby. Because a baby (and its mama) gets very very sad when it’s ignored.
And this post made me realize that I even sometimes expect my baby to start walking (or running) before it’s even found its own foot and stuck it in its mouth. Which isn’t fair to the baby. Or the world, since a drooling baby isn’t very useful to them, except in the capacity for being cute.
:wanders off to think about building a side-car co-sleeper for baby to keep it safe while it grows, and enjoy it while its a baby:
This post really speaks to me. I probably work so hard to protect my idea babies, I have trouble letting going of them so that they can actually grow up.
This also made me think of when my youngest son was born. He was a few weeks late, and consequently his skin was all dry and he peeled for a while after he was born. My mother-in-law said something to the effect that he was ugly! My husband was horrified but I thought it was kind of funny. (Now he is an internet celebrity and fan girls swoon.)
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Lovely! Dear Lovely Havi,
OH WOW! You are bringing something into the world! How do you feel???
Love, Simone
*tiptoes off to sit quietly in the corner and bask in baby glow*
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This post is beautiful and touching to me, and I’m blown away by a lot of the comments.
@Kathleen Avins, thanks for sharing your insight – that was really helpful for me, as well! “Detaching without distancing” puts into words a struggle I’m having in my personal life, as well as in my (ha, also personal) life of ideas.
@Leocadia, love that Rilke quote. I immediately copied it into my day book so I can go back to it again and again.
Aww, look at the baby! It’s precious and perfect and has the sweetest little chubby legs. It’s going to keep on being so strong and beautiful.
Havi, this is so lovely. Just so lovely. I’m always touched that I can come to your blog and find gentleness and acceptance and encouragement, but I’m especially touched today. This is so totally exactly what I needed to read, and I want to share it with everyone. Just everyone.
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Awww… babies!
I love when I dream of babies because it reminds me, even before I wake up, that I have a project that needs nurturing and the mother-hen-me gets to fuss over a chick.
My babies usually stay hidden to most folks until they reach the terrible 2s (that’s terrible in the sense of it’s just too terrible that I haven’t shared this yet!), then they’re a little more ready (or, maybe I am) to see and be seen.
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For some reason this post made me think of the Free to Be You and Me segment about the tender sweet young thing (Ladies First, I think it’s called) and then that made me think of the Babies bit on that album, too. The bits themselves are mostly about challenging sexism, but Mel Brooks saying “Hi! I’m a baby!” and Marlo Thomas saying “I am a tender sweet young thing” are going through my head right now.
As usual when I read your posts, I wish I had read it about 10 years ago before I let any of my own idea babies get clobbered. At least I’ve read it now, though. Thank you for helping me shift my thinking just that little bit further toward a place where I protect myself and my ideas from getting slimed.
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Such a beautifully written reminder for patience. The I-don’t-need-to-share-my-baby-with-the-world-yet patience. Because sometimes your baby’s growth gets stunted because of concern from others.
I keep learning this lesson over and over. Nice to have a metaphor to help remind me to nuture my babies before I expose them to the outside world.
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Thank you, thank you, thank you.
And best wishes to you and your sweet, tiny bundle of joy.
Havi, thank you. This is such a lovely reminder of that precious, sacred time and space of newness and possibility–where what is coming into being has just emerged from the realm of pure potential.
When my oldest son was born, we cocooned at home for several weeks. The first time we went out for a walk–we were living in Vancouver; he was curled up in a Snugli, on my chest–I felt as though we were on the moon. There was such a discrepancy between the energy field of his arrival, which was filled with spaciousness, with intimations of the soul-world from which he’d just emerged, and the noise, speed and movement of the world out there.
Your metaphor is beautifully apt.
Wishing you the softest, most tender of shhhhh spaces for each precious newborn gift to find its place in the world.
Love, Hiro
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That’s perfect, thanks.
I get stuck at the boundaries part… I protect my idea so I don’t tell the people who are closest to me because I don’t deal with criticism well. Not really criticism, I don’t deal with feeling like I’ve failed/disappointed. That would be one of my biggest fears.
So I hide my growing baby like an unwed teen. What’s up with that?! Woah.
Thinking more… obviously there is a shame issue here about being a knocked-up teen and my tiny, sweet babies… my sweet-to-me but maybe-ugly-to-the-world babies…
I’ve never been knocked-up (literally) and there’s also something in this metaphor about feeling alone when I’m completely surrounded.
I clearly have something to meditate on today, thanks.
A few words:
Nesting: preparing a space that nurtures and protects.
Sovereignty: telling Mom and inlaws, friends and MisterFussyPants that while their experience is respected, this is MY baby, not theirs.
Ok, that concludes my attempt to appear thoughtful and useful. Now I’m free to go OMG Havi this is why I come here and stare open mouthed at the things you write. Because you make me feel so Not Weird. Because I have tried to explain this “baby” thing to people for eons. They didn’t get it. So now I am neurotically private, even when I need help and input, because I’d rather try and go it alone than deal with someone poking, prodding, and trying to prune these things.
And RedThread! Wow, I totally relate to the unwed mother shame thing. I do that, too. A sense of shame because I don’t have a partner, business education, resources – or even a supportive “family” to fill in the blanks, and how dare I *intentionally* set out to do this *alone*?
Ok, going back to nesting now 🙂
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One of my creative writing professors used to say, “Sometimes you have to kill your babies.”
I forget what the term is, but I, like many people, collect irrational principles that I developed at a young age. Here’s one: “In order to survive, you must kill the weakest parts of yourself.” Those babies, those little ideas, those balls of potential, must be the weakest of all.
I know it’s horrifying, but I’ve killed a lot of babies. I thought I was doing the right thing for the common good (even my common good), while I was probably chopping away at my seeds of intuitive potential. I think it’s time to toss out the Darwin fish, so to speak.
I declare today as (my personal) Save a Baby Day! I will give nurturing to the next ball of potential that comes popping out of the Void! Don your snuggly blankies and warm up those soothing vocals; we’re singing a lullaby tonight!
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Havi i think you need one of these http://www.toypirateship.co.uk/
Quietly sharing that space of shhhhhhhhhhhh, and sending the big big love I’ve found myself filled with as I was reading your words, hearing you whisper those words.
{hugs}
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What perfect timing! As ever.
Fantastic reminder to honour the newness and give it time to grow rather than pushing, pushing, pushing. (That’s what resonated with me the most anyhow.)
Of course! the new thing is a baby and of course! it needs protecting and loving and allowances to be itself rather than a baby Einstein. Thank you (again) – this is just absolutely serendipitous as I have been flapping and pressurising myself a lot about my new, tiny, baby thing.
This resonates with the part of me that is whispering, “It’s okay to go a bit slower and more gently you know…”
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Oh you guys. You are marvelous.
@laine – I have been thinking about that too, so I’m glad you brought it up.
The pain of having a baby and then having the experience of not being noticed/witnessed/appreciated (whether it’s you or the baby or both) …. it just sucks.
And now I’m wondering about what needs to happen for a baby to be both protected and seen. Allies? Fairy godmothers? Regular godmothers? A baby-naming? A party?
Because collecting people who do care and do get it and *can* give useful advice about stuff to avoid and ways to give it a better life — that feels vital and important.
@Doc – yeah, I have heard that too.
And it’s weird, because there is a part of it that is true. I mean, if you go beneath the hurting-yourself parts.
Having a personal Save A Baby day is a genius idea. Thank you for that! Seems like it could have some useful rituals.
Sometimes I think that if we give even the weak ideas some love and attention, they either turn into strong ideas or they change shape and become something else.
And anyway, the content of an idea is so often way less important than the support it gets and the implementation.
You see people being fabulously successful all the time with ideas that aren’t that interesting or impressive on their own. And you see people with BRILLIANT ideas losing their passion because of the weight of their own stuff.
Anyway, sending love for all your babies.
And for all of you … I am happy to be one of the symbolic godmothers of your tiny, sweet ideas.
xox
Thanks so much for this. I’m sure it won’t be a surprise to you, but it came at exactly the right time. I’ve been searching for a non-violent way to ask people to back off and honor the possibilities of my new project rather than poking holes in it. This helps me quite a lot.
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“Baby-love, my baby-love, I need you oooh I need you my love…” I love this post so much. Thank you for helping me think of idea-babes in this way. So helpful. xoxo
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How about a white witch (or warlock) for the baby…someone who can do the protection spells and weave that magical bubble (kinda like in Charmed since I can’t think of any better visual reference).
That’s my instinctual response, but am not saying there NEEDS to be anything wicca-related. I’ve experienced Buddhists rituals meant to bring the support from past relatives to guard over the living. Or at least I that’s how I understand it. 🙂
I’ve always imagined this process as starting with a seed. And the thing about seeds is that the hard outer shell protects the germ of potential inside. Seeds can survive for thousands of years, floods, fires, drought, and more. And nature produces many times more seeds than could ever possibly take root and grow.
For me, this image represents all the possible ideas/projects/changes/ I could pursue. And as long as they are at the ‘seed’ stage- that is things that I might want to do one of these days, it’s safe. It can’t be damaged, because it’s still protected by the hard shell.
It’s the next phase, when one of these seeds starts to germinate that it’s most vulnerable. When it’s just one pale green stalk with hair-thin roots and two tiny leaves. Oh goodness, is it vulnerable. To so many things! Too much water, not enough water. Too much sunlight, not enough sunlight. Too cold, too warm. You could crush it and never even know it was there.
What do baby plants need? A greenhouse. For me greenhouse = protection, safety, a controlled environment, light (but not too bright) no extreme or changing temperatures, an attentive gardener to check on things (but not too aggressively), has a door that can be opened to let friendly folks in, but closed to keep stompers (even unintentional ones) out. If someone is invited into the greenhouse, they are expected to behave appropriately.
And plants don’t stay in the greenhouse indefinitely. Each plant has its own timetable which can’t be rushed. But eventually, when they have grown sturdier stalks, and deeper roots, they are put out into the garden to take in the full sun, the pounding rain and the occasional clumsy passer-by. But by then it can handle the less-than-optimal conditions. (Though it can still be damaged if the conditions are too extreme!)
I love this space because it feels like a greenhouse. I see myself and many others starting to let seeds sprout because its safe enough.
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Hi Havi,
I love your metaphor. It occurred to me, though, that babies definitely need love and protection, but as they get just a little bigger, they need play and laughter, they need to have fun as part and parcel of growing and exploring.
I can be a fierce mama tiger for my flesh-and-blood and idea babies, but I often forget to play and have fun in the press of trying to keep them properly fed and safe.
As always, thanks for sharing.
Dang, you really know how to get a person thinking, don’t you? It’s all such good advice but I especially liked the “shoes”. I think my Post-it-note on the mirror will simply say “shhhhhhhhh”.
Thanks.
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I never know what to say when someone shows me their brand new baby. I think baby animals and baby plants are adorable, and I enthusiastically coo at them. But baby humans? Ok, I know I’m weird, but they tend to look like they’re not quite ready to be out yet, which I know the mother does not want to hear. So I come up with a true observation, which the mothers always interpret as praise and cooing:
“Oh, look at those tiny little fingers!”
It’s the truth, and it makes mothers happy.
Speaking of babies, I got to hold a lamb last weekend! Oh, the cuteness! And it was so soft! And it smelled good! Really good! And it kept nudging its head under my chin and nibbling on my fingers! Oh, I was totally smitten!
So I shall think of your idea as a cute little baby lamb. Happy!
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I like this metaphor. As the mom to two small children, I especially appreciate the parallels. Many people mean to help, but are not helpful. You do not have the time or space or ability to help them help you, possibly unsuccessfully. You have a baby to take care of, and that’s just more important.
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Wow, this was good to see today. Though I wished I’d seen it last night. Had a story idea I was playing around with and getting excited about, and I told a friend about what was exciting me enough to want to write it.
She totally didn’t mean to cut it down, but in a few words of how to simplify the plot, she killed all of the interesting bits. Yeah, I could still go do it my way, but…
I don’t know. The spark is gone.
Hmm, I think my baby needs a mother who is more trusting that the baby will grow and who nurtures the baby, then maybe it needs some fairy godmothers to swoon and admire, while the rest of the world is kept outside with high thorn walls and the baby toddles around in the gardens and grows big and strong.
I feel the need to draw something about this.
Lovely. Wonderful. Making me want to finally get around to really working this sovereignty thing.
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really connected with this post!!! Thanks Havi!!
When I started reading this post I was like, “What the fuuu…?”
But lovely!
I will make my babies newborn puppies, as babies aren’t really my thing.
Hey, when’s your baby due?
JK! *runs away*
It’s way useful to be reminded to be so very careful about who you share your ideas with. I talk too much sometimes and then have to suffer the aftermath.
So thanks 🙂
Thank you, Havi. This is immensely useful. I will imagine my ideas as baby puppies .. and I will be able to do the right things to keep them safe and protected.
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Babies aren’t my thing either, but I come bearing teddybears, the friendly ones as opposed to the ones with depressed looking visages that seem so common now. They’re fuzzy and comforting, protective, and inspire imagination*; all things a good idea needs.
*In this crowd, I think it’s not unreasonable to think they could become great buds.
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Blade of grass.
Angels.
Whisper “grow, grow” in encouragement.
I forget how the story goes exactly, but just imagine that if Angels put that much effort into a blade of grass, how that effort is multiplied by millions for a baby [even if the baby is a metaphor].
“Grow. Grow.”
There’s a story I will tell someday. It feels precious, and when I wrote a draft and workshopped it, I felt like the strangers in the room were kicking its feet out from under it as it was just learning to stand.
It’s not ready to be born yet. Only a handful of people really know about it, and I know that’s important. Because the monsters don’t want me to write it for so many reasons, and they’re enough to handle.
Beautiful reminder, since I like to scream my new ideas from the rooftops, dissipating their energy before they can take root.
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Thank you for this post. I needed it.
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Havi,
What a wonderful metaphor, just what I needed to hear this morning as I struggle with my Thing and how long to let it *cost* money if I can’t get it generating money like I know it wants to.
I know I need to find the right people for this Thing, and I know they are out there, but I’m having trouble finding enough of them.
So for now I’ll protect my slightly older then a baby Thing and keep searching for the right people.
Thanks!!!
Andy
http://binauraljourneys.com
I love this, Havi. It makes me think of wearing my own babe in a cloth sling day after day…wrapped to my body, smooshed to my heart, breathing together, growing and stretching and comforting each other. It was such a safe place for my babe to be and connected us in magical ways even to this day.
This is how it all should begin, isn’t it?
Love to you…
Aww…babies are adorable no matter what shape they take (even when they turn out to be thingsI of the non-human persuasion). And I can only think that they’re worth all the worry and stress in the end (not a mom, just assuming).
Best of luck to you and your little baby! Can’t wait to meet him/her/it.
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Havi, I adore this. Each and every toe. Thank you.
@RedThread and @Tori – the teenage mother thing – wow. Waves of goosebumps.
“A sense of shame because I don’t have a partner, business education, resources…”
YES. Who am I to have this baby when I don’t have certificate X or experience Y? Here I am, young, naive, on my own. I hear well-meaning people saying that the only responsible thing I can do is *give up my baby*, because I could never give it the life it deserves.
What I need in that situation is support. I need to hang out with wise mamas who not only coo approvingly but can give me tips on changing diapers and interpreting cries.
Also, there’s a fear that if I start raising a baby, my whole future will go into that baby. Of course I adore my baby, but I still have other dreams. I want support for my baby *and* freedom to keep exploring.
This is big.
As a mom who is also bringing a baby business into the world I sometimes struggle with nurturing both my babies. Of course my child is first always. But my other babies are patient. I know when the child finds his wings the idea babies will have their time. Thanks, Havi, for putting it into perspective.
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Ooh, I needed to read this. I have been having trouble relating to a dear friend of mine, because I’m perceiving her as throwing shoes my way, at my idea-babies, and I don’t know how to let her know that that’s how I’m feeling. So sometimes I throw shoes at her, and that’s just not good for anyone. This is a great metaphor that I can use to help me feel like it’s okay to set a boundary and ask her for gentleness in her criticism. Or maybe to feel okay for not letting her know about baby ideas/plans.
I love this metaphor because it helps me to understand her point of view better–a baby is a precious, sweet, *important* thing that must be protected, and I think she really worries that I won’t be careful enough, or that I won’t see everything that needs to get done and will miss something, and then there will be long term damage done, because I wasn’t careful enough. I needed a reminder that what feels like shoes to me is coming from a place of love and concern in her, and it’s not because she wants to hurt me.
Thanks, Havi, for the great post!
Yay for tiny sweet things. I am quite the fan. I have always loved the small things in life, but even more the tiny! haha.
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