Why I Love this Pregnant Woman (The Workplace Series #2)
Posted May 17 2010 12:00am
I keep discovering new things every day. Recently, I’ve discovered that I really, really like mothers. This discovery seems to have come at a time when people have begun to point out to me that I sound old. I’m not sure yet whether the two are related or not.
From Ruth‘s mom’s recent surgery, to LeQuan‘s personal “motherly” note to me sometime last month (in addition to her love for her own kiddies!); from Denise‘s photographs of her family, to the young new mothers in my church group who never seem to be without a child in tow… The vein of motherhood seems to be running along, beneath, and across every facet of my existence. Perhaps it always has been this way, except that I only seem to be aware of it now.
Then, at work last week, a New Girl arrives–and she is, of course, pregnant.
(Don’t the diapers tell all?)
Sarah cares just as much–perhaps more?–about the world and the people around her as she does about herself. There is a certain self-sacrifice in her demeanor, a gentle meekness, and a kind of quiet transcendence that necessitates no outward revolution. There is romanticized maturity: the mark of motherhood.
Firstly, let me tell you that working with a pregnant woman is great for several reasons:
Refuge. How can customers be angry at you when you’re standing beside a beautiful pregnant woman?
You get to do all the manual labour you would have been doing any way, except that now you’re being told that you’re a hero.
Pregnant women understand that lunch breaks cannot be compromised.
I am unable to convey to you what an important characteristic this is.
But working with Sarah is great for other reasons:
“Why are you planning your life like that?” she asks me.
I don’t know, I don’t know.
“You’re going to miss out on all the opportunities that present themselves to you without warning.”
Oh, right. Do mothers and pregnant women just inherently know more about Life?